Chapter 2926: Breaking Through the Common Sense of Heaven and Earth

Before breaking through the void to enter substance, the Red General turned his head and told him that Hu Yi was the one selected by the Great Square Vase and Zhong Shengguang to shuttle between the two worlds, and he also had an identity in the real world.

Xu Shichu was somewhat surprised, but not overly astonished. A hero is a hero; no world can conceal his brilliance.

"He is a sovereign of a nation!" Ling Jinbao straightened his waist instinctively, his spine rigid with reverence. "Our Emperor is the Nine Abysses Great Emperor, who single-handedly unified the Flashing Gold Plains and founded the Azure Yan Empire. He is ranked alongside the Bekka Demon Emperor and the Mu State Without Calamity Great Emperor as one of the Three Great Emperors."

He pondered: although these people had been dead for two hundred years, when they spoke of the Emperor, they did so with effortless fluency, as if addressing old acquaintances.

Xu Shichu finally exclaimed in shock, "Oh!" and could not help but press further: "The entire Flashing Gold Plains?"

This Hu Yi kid— in reality, he's actually this formidable?

"Yes, the entire Flashing Gold Plains!"

Xu Shichu had indeed learned about the Flashing Gold Plains; Zhong Shengguang had once sent He Lingchuan there to seize the Bright Lamp Lantern to awaken the Black Dragon God Soul. The Flashing Gold Plains is a lawless region of the world, where warfare and internal strife have persisted for nearly a thousand years. Compared to ordinary people, he knew one more layer of the truth: the Flashing Gold Plains is a great granary where demons seize faith and absorb nightmare energy.

The demons would never easily relinquish the Flashing Gold Plains. For Hu Yi to unify the entire plain and establish an empire unseen in a thousand years, his journey could not have been merely a series of wars.

They themselves had struggled to manage the Panlong Wasteland and Mao River Plains; how much more so for the Flashing Gold Plains, which is many times larger than the Panlong Wasteland! Zhong Shengguang often praised He Lingchuan as a talent fit to govern an age, and indeed, he had not misjudged him.

Ling Jinbao seized the moment to ask: "May I inquire who you are?"

"I am Xu Shichu, Chancellor of the Su Min Academy, temporarily overseeing the civil and military administration of Panlong."

"Ah, so it's Chancellor Xu!" Ling Jinbao bowed. "Thank you for your aid; otherwise, the Earth Mother Plains and the Great Square Vase would be in peril!"

Xu Shichu waved his hand: "No matter which time-space, guarding Panlongcheng is our duty. Moreover, since the Nine Abysses helped us return to reality, this karmic bond we must surely repay with our utmost effort."

Ling Jinbao returned to his old question: "May I boldly ask one more thing— what is the relationship between our Emperor and the Red General?"

"Both are the Nation-Protecting Grand Generals of Panlong, and also sworn brothers in life and death."

Ling Jinbao's face darkened: "The Emperor fell in the Panlong world. Chancellor Xu, do you know if he made any further arrangements for reality, or for this plain?"

Xu Chichu smiled: "I dare not answer these questions for you; you had best go ask him yourself."

What? Ask the Emperor? Ling Jinbao was momentarily stunned, while Pak Chi Hai beside him rejoiced, drifting forward to ask: "Chancellor, what do you mean by this? Could it be, could it be that our Emperor... still lives?"

Just moments ago, they had watched with their own eyes as the Emperor ascended to heaven.

Could this possibly be false?

But after a moment's reflection, seeing that even these heroic spirits who had been dead for two hundred years could return to the mortal world, what could possibly prevent the Emperor from being reborn? Uh, from returning to life?

After all, what exactly happened in the Panlong world, they remained utterly in the dark.

Both of their expressions were cautious, wanting to ask yet daring not to. This hope was too beautiful and too fragile; they could not bear a negative answer.

Upon hearing this, the Red General gave a faint smile, turned his horse's head, and proceeded toward the Nancheng gate.

"Follow me."

Rarely did she deign to speak, but the Immortal Mingke and the others immediately followed behind her, retracing the Heavenly Born Bridge and returning to Panlongcheng. The Great Wind Army lined both sides of the road, their bearing stern and majestic, standing out from the crowd.

Seeing their calm, cold gazes, Ling Jinbao knew these were warriors who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, even more valiant than the armies of Azure Yan.

Their earlier bravery in battling the demons truly lived up to the illustrious historical reputation of this army.

As they entered the Nancheng gate, they saw the crisscrossing network on the square and the flowing clear springs— previously, when the demons attacked Panlong Ancient City, many divine powers had struck the square, damaging many scenic features.

But now, the entire Panlong Ancient City had been restored to its original appearance; even on the Waterside Square, lotuses bloomed, with koi swimming beneath the lily pads, a scene of tranquil ease.

The Nancheng district was shaded by green trees; the large jujube tree nearest the city gate was in full bloom with small white flowers, and when the wind blew, a fresh fragrance filled the air.

Yet the most striking sight was a Puoluo tree, towering into the clouds, nearly surpassing the pagoda in grandeur.

The gaze of Immortal Mingke and Ling Jinbao swept over the district, and they were instantly stunned.

When the Earth Mother restored the old as it was, she also reconstructed the Nancheng district. Although the buildings, tightly packed like fish scales, were exquisitely detailed, there was no populace.

No people, naturally, meant no vitality.

But now the district was filled with people, all gazing intently at the victorious army.

Ling Jinbao lightly nudged Immortal Mingke with his elbow:

"Did you see? There are still civilians!"

The people on the street were not only soldiers, but also civilians in ordinary attire— men, women, young and old. Ling Jinbao even saw a couple holding twins, both looking toward this place.

"It seems the entire military and populace of Panlongcheng have..." Immortal Mingke considered her words, "... all returned."

What exactly happened during that earlier earthquake?

He is not a true immortal, but he clearly understands one point:

The dead cannot be resurrected on a large scale; this violates the laws of heaven and earth.

Yet the heroic spirits of Panlong from two hundred years ago have returned to the mortal world— not only the army, but the entire city's populace— this in itself is unprecedented.

What exactly did the Emperor do to break through the common sense of heaven and earth?

Ah, the Emperor!

Immortal Mingke urgently asked: "Where is the Emperor?"

The Red General raised his spear, pointing toward the pagoda.

Only then did Immortal Mingke and the others notice that although the sky above Panlong Ancient City was now bright and clear, there were still threads of red mist entering the pagoda from all directions.

The Red General rode his horse to the front of the pagoda before dismounting, striding into the tower and leaving behind these words for those outside:

"Only three may enter."

In the Azure Yan Army, only three are permitted to enter the tower— namely, Immortal Mingke, Ling Jinbao, and Pak Chi Hai.

Shi Shiyi also wished to follow and see, but two Great Wind Army soldiers stepped forward, blocking his path—

He had not been granted permission to enter.

After passing the central pillar in the middle of the pagoda, Immortal Mingke first saw the Earth Mother, and then—

The Nine Abysses Great Emperor!

"Emperor!"

In everyone's impression, the Emperor had been in seclusion in the Blessing Pool outside, meditating, and had also passed away silently in the water.

At that time, the three of them were absolutely certain— one hundred percent— that the Emperor's meridians were severed, his vitality extinguished.

But now the Coiling Dragon Ancient City has reopened, yet He Lingchuan has appeared inside the pagoda, and in a proper sitting posture with five hearts facing the heavens at that!

His eyes are tightly shut; the crimson mist drifting in from outside the pagoda coils around him, writhing as if alive, constantly entering and exiting his seven apertures.

This scene can be aptly described in four words:

Swallowing clouds and exhaling mist!

But all three understand — what the Emperor Lord swallows and exhales is the rarest Primordial Chaos Qi of the present age! Ordinary immortals, upon obtaining even a wisp or thread, must expend tremendous effort to comprehend and refine that Primordial Chaos Qi!