Chapter 1032

Above, is the ancient Xia Xian.

He reached the peak of the Thick Earth, walked his own Dao, and for the Thick Earth, he was like a hero, having once led the cultivators of the Thick Earth to open up Wanggu.

He suppressed the Wanggu Huangtian God Clan, raised the Heavenly Dao in Wanggu, and allowed the countless cultivators of the Thick Earth to walk to the peak of their lives.

Furthermore, in order to guard the Thick Earth, to push the path of immortality deeper, and to open up a higher level in the cultivator system, he and his companions had to venture out into this strange starry sky.

Seeking realization, seeking opportunity.

This departure lasted for countless eons.

Now, one has returned.

And below, is the newly promoted Xia Xian!

His status is not as high as the former, but he has also walked his own Dao; for the human race, he is likewise a hero!

After the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou departed, he slew gods, suppressed other clans, campaigned for the human race, and guarded the peace of the human race.

His whole life was dedicated to the human race.

In his heart, the Thick Earth is not important, all clans are not important; only the human race is the only one!

And at this moment, as these two Xia Xian, the new and the old, have their gazes meet across the firmament...

The heavens collapse.

The firmament roars, first appearing as ripples like fish scales, soon these ripples becoming patches, until under the deafening sound, these patches all shatter.

Affecting the entire sky curtain.

As if huge mandala flowers are blooming in the sky.

Accompanying the blooming is a weathered, indifferent voice, coming from beyond the heavens, echoing throughout all of Wanggu.

The seas of Wanggu all churn, and all clans of Wanggu feel their hearts and minds tremble.

The gods below True God level, their divine fires and even divine altars, are all shaking.

Even the rare True Gods... are all feeling their divine intent roar at this instant in their respective habitats.

Because... the pressure accompanying the voice transcends the peak of Xia Xian, as if it is only a mist away from the Immortal Lord realm, which is above Xia Xian and on the same level as the God Lord.

"You are not without the possibility of resurrection."

The moment this sentence is conveyed, Xu Qing's breathing becomes rapid, and the Empress looks up abruptly, gazing at the firmament; her heart, which had been extinguished along this journey, fluctuates at this moment.

"Submit to me, and when I obtain what I need in Wanggu, break through the mist before me, and completely strip away the Immortal Lord status, I will help you truly resurrect."

In the firmament, the voice rises again.

All living beings are silent.

The Sword-Wielder speaks softly.

"I grew up listening to the stories of you nine seniors; your names are deeply etched in my memory, and your deeds are the source of light in my heart."

"Toward you, I am respectful; even now, I am actually still respectful."

"Lord Jizun."

As the Sword-Wielder speaks, he bows deeply; after straightening up, his eyes reveal a sharp light at this instant, and his voice also radiates sharpness in this moment.

"But are you... truly the true body of Lord Jizun?"

"I absolutely do not believe that the nine seniors who walked out of the Thick Earth, suppressed the Huangtian God Clan, and opened up Wanggu, with their supreme sentiments, would have someone fall to this point, raising the butcher's knife against their juniors for selfish gain."

"I do not believe it."

The Sword-Wielding Emperor's voice is resolute and decisive.

And above the firmament, the black-robed old man standing in the high tower of the Heaven-rank Holy Land is expressionless, looking down at Wanggu, his gaze falling on the Sword-Wielding Emperor as he speaks calmly.

"In consideration of the fact that you have walked to this step and cultivation is not easy, I will say a few more words to you."

"For Wanggu, for the Thick Earth, my stripping of the Immortal Lord status is the pioneering of a cultivation system."

"This matter is of extraordinary significance; all the sacrifices in the process are for a beautiful future."

"So, junior, your heart, your thoughts, your aspirations, do not be so narrow-minded."

"The Great Dao is ruthless; if you wish to continue moving forward, then your eyes must look toward the front."

The voice is like heaven's thunder, echoing in Wanggu.

All living beings hear it, and all things know it.

Such reasoning, some agree with, and some do not; but ultimately, regarding the sudden arrival of the Holy Land, up to this point... all clans finally have a judgment.

It is just that the object the other party needs, which previously had to be carried out through descent, suppression, and war, can be imagined... perhaps it is not a material object.

It is life, it is blood sacrifice, it is death... everything is possible, and now it is unknown.

But the only thing that can be certain is that this matter has nothing to do with the gods.

And it is impossible for the other party to be in Wanggu for too long.

The existence of the Remnant Face is far from what he can contend with.

So... this descent of the Holy Land, combined with the previous behavior of the Yellow and Profound ranks, increasingly confirms the judgment.

The Sword-Wielder shakes his head, withdrawing his gaze from the firmament, looking at the vast earth, looking toward the direction of the human race, and speaks softly.

"My heart is narrow-minded, because it contains only the human race."

He raises his hand, the Imperial Sword pointing to the heavens, and the firmament trembles.

"My thoughts are simple, because they contain only the human race."

The winds rise and clouds surge, a wild wind blowing through heaven and earth, forming a storm, transforming into a vortex centered on the Sword-Wielding Emperor, covering all directions, spreading rapidly.

The momentum is massive.

"My aspirations are childish, because they still contain only the human race."

The Sword-Wielding Emperor's eyes reveal a profound light, radiating firmness, radiating decisiveness; the Imperial Sword in his hand is gripped tightly by him.

The aura on his body is erupting.

Thus, heaven and earth change color, and the sound of rumbling thunder echoes throughout all of Wanggu.

"The Great Dao is ruthless, but the world has feelings."

"On the path of continuous forward movement, the gaze is not only looking toward the front... there is also the scenery along the way, and there are the relatives and friends who accompany us."

"If walking this path means stepping on the corpses of clans and drinking the blood of the people, then... I am unwilling!"

The moment the Sword-Wielding Emperor speaks the last three words, his eyes erupt with intense light, and he looks up abruptly, locking onto beyond the heavens.

The aura on his body rises to the heavens at this moment.

The power transformed from the lives of all the Emperors and enemies he has absorbed continues to burn, continues to erupt; even though the death aura on his body has also reached the extreme, this climbing and burning continues.

In an instant, the vortex where the Sword-Wielder is located expands in range, permeating domain after domain, and his figure also becomes infinitely tall at this moment, taller and taller, like a giant.

The Imperial Sword in his hand, which has grown larger along with him, is raised slightly.

A vast voice conveys from his mouth.

"The swords I created in this life were realized at different ages and different stages."

"There are five swords in total."

"Earth Treasury, Space-Rending, Heaven Palace, Star Radiance..."

"As for this final sword, it was realized amidst the extinguishing of life during the battle to guard Xia'er; I originally thought there would be no opportunity to display it."

"But today, it can finally allow this sword to appear in Wanggu for the first time."

"This sword is named... Human World!"

The Sword-Wielder murmurs, and vaguely in his mind, ancient memories emerge.

In his memories, he sees a prosperous world.

No war, no gods, countless clans under the leadership of the Ancient Emperor, walking toward the peak.

That was the prosperous human world before the arrival of the Remnant Face.

The Sword-Wielder sighs softly, his raised right hand bringing the sword he holds down toward the heavens.

A Human World Sword containing the fireworks of flourishing life rushes into the sky.

Subsequently, in the Sword-Wielder's eyes emerge the darkest period of time after the Remnant Face descended and the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou departed.

Corpses everywhere, sorrowful wailing everywhere.

A dim sky, a desperate human race.

That was... the human world in despair.

The Sword-Wielder is bitter, waving his hand, and a Human World Sword containing the despair of all living beings rushes straight toward the firmament!

Next, it is the difficult human world after the failure of the Eastern Victorious Human Emperor.

It is the struggling human world in the Holy Heaven era.

It is the reviving human world under Jingyun's rule.

It is the unyielding human world during Daoshi's reign.

It is the chaotic human world during the ten thousand years of the Profound War.

In the Sword-Wielding Emperor's memories, the human world at every stage transforms into a sword at this moment, shining on the sky curtain.

Until finally, emerging in the Sword-Wielding Emperor's eyes is the figure of the Empress Lixia.

It is the human world that rose after she ascended the throne!

The Sword-Wielder smiles.

"This is the human world I guarded."

His body begins to blur, and when the death aura covers everything and drowns out all, the sword transformed from the rising human world rises heaven-shockingly.

In the firmament, all the swords transformed from the human history the Sword-Wielder experienced suddenly overlap, converging into one, a true Human World Sword.

Under the Sword-Wielding Emperor's final power, it slashes toward the firmament, slashes toward beyond the heavens, slashes toward... the Holy Land!

This sword splits the sky curtain, with irresistible force, causing the whole world to roar.

Stunning and peerless, it can be called the only brilliance of the current age.

If the Ancient Immortal is the will of heaven, then this sword is the will of man, fighting against heaven!

In an instant, it rushes out of Wanggu, colliding with the four Earth-rank Holy Lands blocking the way.

The sound outside Wanggu is as if swallowed by the void, but the scene reflected in the eyes of all living beings becomes a swan song, enough to shake the memories of a lifetime.

The four Earth-rank Holy Lands... each shake, their momentum of descent directly interrupted, all rolling backward, unable to withstand a single blow!

The Ancient Immortal reveals a touch of pity in his eyes.

"This sword is extraordinary; if you were not in your current state, but a true Xia Xian, then this sword could indeed make me wary."

"But now..."

The Ancient Immortal shakes his head, raising his right hand and pressing down lightly toward this sword.

Intending to shatter it.

But the next instant, his eyes suddenly narrow; under this press, he actually presses into empty air.

Because...

The target of this sword is actually not him!

But the seal on the Wanggu firmament that restricts all living beings, allowing entry but not exit!

The sword light shines, landing on the seal, with the intent of the human world, with the thought of the sword-wielder, merging into the seal, one end locked onto the Remnant Face Shanghuang who is closing his eyes.

Once it erupts, this Remnant Face will be the first to bear the brunt, and will definitely open its eyes.

As for what the situation will be after opening its eyes, everything is unknown.

But it is definitely uncontrollable.

Even the Ancient Immortal has his expression turn gloomy instantly.

He sees it; the merging of this Human World Sword is specifically set up against himself; others touching it will not detonate it, but once he approaches, it will explode.

Thus, his gaze is profound, gazing across the seal at the Sword-Wielding Emperor.

"What a good junior; you originally still had a sliver of possibility to truly resurrect, but you gave it up to slow down my descent."

"So be it; your sword intent can only last for thirty years... I will give it to you."

"I am in the outside world, waiting for your sword intent to dissipate."

The Ancient Immortal speaks slowly, his body gradually blurring, along with the Heaven-rank Holy Land where he is located and the four Earth-rank Holy Lands that have finally calmed down, all retreating together.