Chapter 1220: Chapter 1214: The Human Emperor Departs
Atop the giant mountain.
The Human Emperor stood with hands behind his back, gazing down at Qin Wudao for a moment, then looking around at the heavens and earth, his deep eyes filled with longing and reluctance.
At this very moment.
His figure had become incredibly thin, as if a breeze would turn him into a wisp of smoke, dissipating with the wind.
He was about to disappear.
"Qin Wudao, I entrust the human race to you..."
After a while, the Human Emperor’s body turned transparent, eventually transforming into countless light spots scattered across the sky, disappearing completely.
From now on, in this world, there would be no more Human Emperor.
His story began in that small mountain village, painting out the future of the human race, yet failing to write a complete conclusion.
And as he falls completely, an entirely new era for humanity is about to unfold.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sound of footsteps echoes as Qin Wudao’s figure appears at the mountain top.
He looks around to find a stone platform at the summit, on which sits a box, but nothing else.
No trace of the Human Emperor.
"Human Emperor senior?"
"Are you there, Human Emperor senior?"
Qin Wudao’s face turns pale, a trace of panic rising in his heart as he continues to shout.
After calling out several times.
No sign of the Human Emperor appears.
Qin Wudao knows the Human Emperor is gone.
Suddenly, he feels an emptiness, as if something crucial had been lost.
Strictly speaking, he hadn’t known the Human Emperor for very long, having met only twice in total, one of which he was unaware of the true identity, but for some reason, he felt intimately familiar with him.
Later, Qin Wudao understood the true meaning of a legacy!
The Human Emperor!
Was not merely a person!
But a spirit passed down within the civilization imprint of humanity, eternally enduring!
After a moment of silence, Qin Wudao walks to the stone platform, slowly opens the box, revealing a booklet with a blank cover and ten space ringlets.
"What’s this..."
Qin Wudao looks at the booklet, showing a hint of curiosity.
No title?
He reaches out to grasp the booklet, gently opening it, revealing on the first page a single character, written with the force of imperial doctrine as ink and supreme imperial intent as pen — the character ’Emperor’!
This character, weighing as much as Wanjun!
If a person of low cultivation saw this ’Emperor’, they would surely fall to their knees, feeling compelled to submit.
Qin Wudao, slightly surprised, instinctively mobilized the force of Hongmeng imperial doctrine, and at that moment, two imperial intents clashed, the booklet tore through space, automatically turning pages.
Golden characters flew out of the booklet, all embodying the Human Emperor’s understanding of the emperor’s path.
An Emperor, is a guardian!
An Emperor, is a slayer!
An Emperor, is ruthless...
Qin Wudao’s eyes widened, absorbing the Human Emperor’s imperial insights, many previously obscure truths suddenly became clear, like the governor and conception vessels being opened, enlightenment dawning.
Bang!
After a while, Qin Wudao sat cross-legged.
A supreme imperial intent arose, the force of Hongmeng imperial doctrine surged overwhelmingly, piercing through time and space, filling the eight wildernesses, subduing myriad paths, and merging with the heavens and earth.
At this moment.
In Qin Wudao’s perception, except for the force of imperial doctrine, all other forces disappeared invisible.
And now what he must do is merge with the force of imperial doctrine, integrating himself with the path.
The path is me!
I am the path!
...
Elsewhere.
The land of Godfall.
Today’s land of Godfall, with the eradication of the spirit tribe and the emergence of the demon tribe, has completely transformed into demon territory.
The demons rescued by Luo Hou have begun to settle here.
Within the towering Demon Palace, the demon tribe’s leadership gathers.
The number is small.
Only six people.
They are Luo Hou, Calamity, and the four Great Demon Saints.
"How is the situation in the myriad worlds of the universe now?"
Luo Hou sits in the upper seat, dressed in a black royal robe, with crimson eyes carrying a trace of terrifying demonic intent, asking solemnly.
Beside him, the God-Slaying Spear stands upright, its cold light flashing, emitting endless sharpness that turns the surrounding void grey, capable of breaking the world.
"Reporting to Demon Ancestor, currently the myriad worlds have been unified by the Qin Dynasty transport dynasty and not long ago, defeated the remaining civilizations outside the myriad worlds!"
’Calamity’ steps forward, paying respectful respect.
"Hmm?"
Luo Hou’s eyebrows slightly lift, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Has the strength of the Qin Dynasty transport dynasty grown so terrifying?
About the Xuan Universe, he knows a little, there are many powerful civilizations, and civilizations capable of interstellar warfare are at least level two or even level three civilizations.
For Qin Dynasty to defeat other civilizations means Qin Dynasty’s strength is far superior to the present demon tribe.
"Any other news?"
Luo Hou asks.
"Yes!"
’Calamity’ quickly responds: "Just three years ago, Dao Ancestor issued a heavenly decree, appointing the Celestial Emperor and Empress to oversee the myriad worlds!"
Luo Hou’s face turns cold, musing: "Seems he’s uneasy!"
Knowing him well, he possesses an extreme desire for control, would never appoint a Celestial Emperor and Empress unless absolutely necessary.
’Calamity’ does not respond, returning to his position.
"Demon Ancestor, should we now dispatch troops to take over the myriad worlds?"
At this moment, the fierce Great Demon Saint steps forward, with a sinister face and crimson eyes, reporting.
Having devoured a large amount of evil spirits, he too restored his peak strength, cultivation reaching late Quasi-Saint, surrounded by Hongmeng demon doctrine, demon lighting soaring, intent on destruction.
"Not for now!"
"We’ve just emerged, we should focus on recuperating and building strength, the demon tribe now is too weak!"
Luo Hou shakes his head, opposing conflict with the Qin Dynasty transport dynasty is unwise.
The fierce Great Demon Saint, upon hearing this, flashes a hint of disappointment.
Too weak!
Though uncomfortable to hear, he must acknowledge his shortcomings.
The demon tribe has already failed once; he would not want to be suppressed for several epochs due to arrogance again.
"Next, I need to retreat for a while!"
Luo Hou clasped his fingers together, assessing everyone, speaking solemnly: "Four Great Demon Saints, you organize the tribe’s strong ones, train them into an army, it won’t be long before a great war breaks out!"
"As you command!"
The four Great Demon Saints step forward, kneeling on one knee.
"As for ’Calamity’, you are to continue heading towards the myriad worlds, further corrupting the sources of all major worlds!"
Luo Hou looks at ’Calamity’, commanding with authority.
"As you command!"
’Calamity’ nods solemnly.
After assigning tasks, Luo Hou’s figure flickers and disappears.
When he reappears, he finds himself in a chamber, his expression somewhat grim: "Only a hundred and forty-seven years remain before the Human Emperor’s seal is lifted, allowing the myriad worlds and Chaos world to communicate..."
Considering this, Luo Hou can’t help feeling a headache.
The time is too short.
His current cultivation is only at late Quasi-Saint.
To break through to Dao Saint within a hundred and forty-seven years with normal training would already be considered fast.
"Seems I’ll have to use the Twelvefold Demon Skill!"
Reflecting briefly, Luo Hou’s eyes glint with murder, muttering to himself: "Three people have already cultivated the demon skill, nine slots remain, if suitable individuals can be found, anything is possible!"
Behind him, time and space infinitely distort, an unparalleled demonic shadow rises, standing on a demon lotus, demon paths fluctuating, extremely powerful.
On the demon lotus, nine petals bloom, shimmering with a shadowy light, suppressing everything.
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