Chapter 1033

From this moment on, the firmament of the Wanggu Continent has an extra layer of smoky mist.

That is the fireworks of the human world, that is the human world of the human race.

That is the sword intent of the Sword-Wielding Emperor, rendering it.

Striving for thirty years of time for the living beings of Wanggu.

Of course, it is only the living beings who feel it.

Because for the gods, this is just a war between cultivators, and it has nothing to do with them.

The reason why some choose to intervene is only because they do not want to reduce the incense.

Like the three Yanyue gods, they are actually of this type.

Truly like the Empress, apart from her, there are none.

And the gods who choose to absorb the incense of the Wanggu clans are only a portion of all the gods in Wanggu.

More gods are slumbering in their own places.

And have not made a move.

Ultimately, this war between cultivators is all a game.

How it proceeds, the gods do not care.

And the Sword-Wielding Emperor actually does not care how the gods view it; his thoughts and thoughts are all in that sword.

At this moment, blood rain falls from the sky, scattering into the world.

That is the rain of the falling Xia Xian.

In the rain curtain, the figure of the Sword-Wielding Emperor standing between heaven and earth turns his head to look at the human world one last time, then... smiles slightly.

"Obsession with life and death, hard to say let go."

"Once let go, it is rebirth."

The smile is eternal.

The death aura on his body drowns his entire body, the flesh and blood body visibly fading away, covering his whole body, becoming a body of mud and stone.

His three souls of heaven, earth, and man leave his body.

The human soul returns to the memories of the human race, the earth soul returns to the mountains and rivers of the human race, and the heaven soul is the same, merging into the national destiny.

There are also seven spirits.

The spirits transformed from the five human emperors are all returned, awakening.

The past and future sent out by the Empress are also sent back in the Sword-Wielding Emperor's smile.

It also includes the Imperial Sword in his hand.

He lets go of his hand, and the Imperial Sword draws an arc, landing in front of Xu Qing.

The rain curtain is larger.

Xu Qing and the Empress stand in the rain curtain, looking at this scene, the sorrow in their hearts rising, lingering for a long time.

Until a wind blows from afar, passing through a thousand mountains, colliding with the blood rain, becoming an unforgettable echo, rippling in their hearts.

Finally, it turns into a light sigh.

Xu Qing bows his head, bowing deeply toward the Emperor's statue between heaven and earth.

The Empress is silent, bowing to send him off.

This scene seems to have become a scroll, branded in the hearts of all cultivators who sensed this place.

One month later.

The war on the Wanggu Continent, with the collapse of one Profound-rank Holy Land after another, also enters its final stages.

That ancient Xia Xian cannot descend, nor did he demand the other four Earth-rank Holy Lands to land.

Because doing so is meaningless.

Thus, those Yellow-rank Holy Lands existing in Wanggu became abandoned lone armies, just like their ancestors abandoned Wanggu back then.

Under the eruption of all clans, these Yellow-rank Holy Lands even had their choice of surrender wiped away.

Waiting for them is only death.

And the struggle before death is just delaying time, but no matter how much it is delayed, it can never be delayed for thirty years.

As for the human race...

It has completely risen.

Whether it is the current Empress or the Sword-Wielding Emperor's feat, both have made the human race shine brilliantly again among the Wanggu clans, becoming a light in the darkness.

Thus, against this background, on this day one month later, in the continuous rain, within the Imperial Capital domain of the human race.

An ancient temple has its doors opened.

Two figures walk out from within.

One is Xu Qing.

The other is Erniu.

In Xu Qing's eyes, there is a touch of bewilderment.

On Erniu's face, there is a thick haze, and in the depths of his eyes, there is worry.

Behind them, from within the temple, comes a sigh.

"I have told you everything; next, all Xia Xian Palaces on the entire Wanggu Continent will be closed."

"The Xia Xian Palace will make all preparations before every Wanggu catastrophe, and will invite powerhouses and heaven's pride to slumber with us in the Immortal Source."

"These powerhouses and heaven's pride are the seeds of the civilizations of all clans."

"After the catastrophe passes, we will awaken; if the world has changed, then our mission is to rebuild the civilization of cultivators; the previous catastrophes were all like this."

"Others have already been sent off one after another; Xu Qing, Chen Erniu, how you choose depends on yourselves; give me an answer as soon as possible."

That is the voice of the Xia Xian Palace Master.

As the words are conveyed, the temple doors close slowly, and the entire temple gradually blurs in the rain, in the process of disappearing; the moment it completely disappears is the time of slumber.

Time is running out.

Xu Qing and Erniu are silent in the rain curtain.

Half a month ago, after the end of the eastern war, they received the summons from the Xia Xian Palace Master to meet here.

During this half month, the Xia Xian Palace Master gave them opportunities and fortunes separately.

Xu Qing's Immortal Body is more stable, and his God Body, with the help of the Xia Xian Palace Master, has been re-integrated into his consciousness, becoming perfect.

And on Erniu's side, his opportunity and fortune focused on the third-life skull and memories he acquired.

Under the guidance of the Xia Xian Palace Master's unknown method, Erniu seems to have recalled more memories.

But these are not the focus of their bewilderment and haze.

The reason why their expressions were like this after leaving the Xia Xian Palace was because of the gentle telling by the Xia Xian Palace Master in the last few days.

"Xu Qing, the moment you walked the path of the Immortal Extreme and shaped your Immortal Body, the reason I helped you was because... your master came."

"Your master paid a price in exchange for me helping you once."

"Even this time I summoned you here to stabilize your Immortal Body and restore your God Body, all of this is because of your master; your master... paid a lot."

"Chen Erniu, you are the same."

"Your origin is mysterious; your master also came to the Xia Xian Palace back then, and after paying a sufficient price, he went to investigate history, but in the records of the Xia Xian Palace, there is only after your third life."

"As for your second life and first life, the Xia Xian Palace has no records; perhaps only you yourself know."

"And the third life, we don't know much either; it seems a force erased it, and this part of the content, the Xia Xian Palace would not open to anyone."

"But your master paid a portion of his own origin for this, and did not hesitate to sacrifice his own authority, finally obtaining this opportunity for you from the Immortal Source."

"Allowing you to integrate the history of the Xia Xian Palace, allowing you to recall more of... who you are."

"You have a good master."

In the rain curtain, Xu Qing looks up toward the direction of Nanhuangzhou.

"Senior Brother, Master... is arranging his affairs."

Xu Qing murmurs.

Erniu is silent, and after a long while, he speaks slowly.

"Go back once and ask the old man what the situation is."

As he speaks, Erniu's body flickers, heading straight for the human Imperial Capital teleportation array.

Xu Qing nods, taking a step, going with Erniu.

At this moment, other matters are put aside by them; now the most important thing is to return to Nanhuangzhou to see their master.

Ask everything clearly.

Not long after, the array of the human Imperial Capital roars, and the figures of Xu Qing and Erniu disappear.

Several days later, on the Forbidden Sea between Nanhuangzhou and Yinghuangzhou, a treasure tower shatters the void, crossing the Forbidden Sea at an astonishing speed.

At dusk, it appears above the Seven Blood Eyes, then the treasure tower disappears; on the summit of the Seventh Peak of the Seven Blood Eyes, outside the closed-door cultivation cave of the Seventh Master, the figures of Xu Qing and Erniu appear abruptly.

Each kneels and bows.

A long time.

A sigh echoes from within the cave.

"You two don't follow the Xia Xian Palace to the Immortal Source land to slumber; what are you doing coming here?"

"Master."

Xu Qing looks up at the cave, a sense of loss rising in his heart.

On Erniu's side, his expression has been gloomy all these days; at this moment, he looks up and speaks loudly.

"Old man, what is your situation!"

The cave door opens with a bang, and the Seventh Master's figure walks out from within, glaring at Erniu.

"Is your skin itching!"

Seeing the Seventh Master as usual, Erniu is clearly relieved, hurriedly putting on a fawning look and grinning.

The Seventh Master snorts, his gaze falling on Xu Qing, nodding slightly.

"Shaped quite well."

Then he looks up, looking at the firmament; just as Xu Qing and Erniu are about to open their mouths to ask, his voice echoes.

"I know what you two want to ask."

"It's nothing more than asking about my actions of arranging affairs."

Xu Qing and Erniu feel their hearts and minds shake, their hanging hearts swaying.

"Everything the Xia Xian Palace did for you, although I did pay the price, I am your master; this is what I should do."

"Not only you, but many people in the Seven Blood Eyes, as well as that useless third one, have already been sent by me to slumber."

"As for the second one, she has her own choices; as a master, I don't want to interfere."

"And the reason I did this is just in case."

"The Ancient Immortal in that Heaven-rank Holy Land and I have karma."

"However, I am not without certainty; the Sword-Wielder's sword also bought me time, so now you two hurry up and get lost; don't waste my cultivation time."

The Seventh Master glares at Erniu and nods at Xu Qing again.

Then, without waiting for the two to say anything, he flicks his large sleeve, rolling the two away, only then returning to the closed-door cultivation place with his hands behind his back.

With a bang, the closed-door cultivation door falls.

Inside the cave, the Seventh Master stands there, silent for a long while, sighing softly.

"The sky is about to change; can my umbrella... cover it..."

The Seventh Master sits down slowly, closing his eyes.

Whether he can or not, he must strive to let his umbrella continue to shield his disciples from the wind and rain.

Outside the Seven Blood Eyes, on the firmament, a great wind whistles.

The figures of Xu Qing and Erniu are rolled here; they do not speak to each other, and suppressed emotions permeate their hearts.

Although the Seventh Master spoke lightly before, Xu Qing and Erniu are no longer children; they have their own judgments.

"Old man... is old; to be so old and still have to fight so hard..."

Erniu mutters a few words, looking at Xu Qing.

"Little Ah Qing, go to the Xia Xian Palace and sleep; you don't need to worry about this matter; I'll handle the old man's side."

"It's just an Ancient Immortal; who cares."

"I have already found clues to my second life from the memories of my third life; the source of those clues is related to the Huangtian God Clan."

"So, I'm preparing to go to the place where the Huangtian God Clan is sealed."

"There, I will find my second life; by then... as the Senior Brother, I, Erniu, will hold up the sky for our lineage!"

Erniu is proud, patting Xu Qing on the shoulder.

"That place is too dangerous for you; after all, if you die, you're really dead, unlike me."

"So this time, I won't be with you."

"Little Ah Qing, you have to be obedient, go to the Xia Xian Palace; believe me, thirty years later, Senior Brother will wake you up together with Master."

Erniu looks into Xu Qing's eyes, speaking earnestly.

"If you don't go, I won't be at ease."

Xu Qing is silent, and after a long while, he nods.

"I'll send you off first; it's on the way anyway." Erniu thinks for a moment, not giving Xu Qing any time, pulling him straight to the teleportation array, and with the help of the array, returns to the human Imperial Capital.

The entrance to the Huangtian God Clan he wants to go to is right under the human Imperial Capital.

Along the way, Xu Qing remains silent until he is forcibly sent by Erniu to outside the Xia Xian Palace temple; after conveying his intention to visit, and the doors open, seeing the Xia Xian Palace Master, Erniu speaks loudly.

"Senior, I won't go; my little junior brother will go."

As he speaks, he pushes Xu Qing in.

Across the temple doors, Xu Qing looks at Erniu.

Erniu laughs.

"Alright, little junior brother, see you in thirty years."

As he speaks, Erniu's body blurs and disappears.

And the temple doors close silently, and the temple blurs.

Several days later, when the temple completely disappears, Erniu walks out from hiding, finally feeling at ease in his heart.

"Finally obedient once; then I'm at ease."

Muttering, Erniu takes a deep breath, madness appearing in his eyes, turning and flickering, heading straight for the entrance sealing the Huangtian God Clan.

He has his own way to go to the Huangtian God Clan through there.

And just as Erniu steps on his journey, that disappeared temple appears again in the rain curtain.

Extremely blurred, as if it could dissipate at any time.

The doors open.

Xu Qing's figure walks out from within.

Behind him, the Xia Xian Palace Master's voice echoes.

"Are you sure you won't go to the Immortal Source to slumber?"

"I won't go."

Xu Qing speaks softly.

The Xia Xian Palace Master gazes at Xu Qing, no longer persuading him; the doors close, and the temple dissipates completely.

Only Xu Qing stands in the rain.

He knows that in the thirty years the Sword-Wielding Emperor fought for, everyone is preparing.

Master is in closed-door cultivation.

Senior Brother is going to Huangtian to fight for his life.

The Empress, after returning a month ago, went to the Ghost Cave in Yinghuangzhou.

Not only the human race, but other clans are also like this.

All those with ability are making their own preparations.

"Thirty years..."

Xu Qing looks up, looking far toward the direction of the outer sea.

A touch of determination and decisiveness appears in his eyes.