Chapter 911: Ying Zheng, Ying Fu

Ying Zheng, Ying Fu

Boom—!!

Another dull explosion sounded. Several Imperial Remnants besieging him were sent flying. Countless cracks had appeared on the white clothes of the Lord of Hanging Jade, but none of the remnants' attacks could actually land a blow on him.

A mass of highly compressed particles gathered at his fingertips. The Lord of Hanging Jade flicked his wrist through the void. The particles passed through the bodies of dozens of emperors, pulling them into a line. Then, their mass was instantly detonated, exploding a group of the remnants' bodies on the spot, causing them to dissipate back into their original "achievements."

Using physics against metaphysics, the Lord of Hanging Jade's power was currently enough to rival true gods!

However, the Imperial Remnants were no pushovers either. Being killed a few times didn't matter. They were originally just the willpower and achievements remaining after an emperor's death. As long as their achievements weren't completely consumed, they were immortal and indestructible existences. After being killed by the Lord of Hanging Jade, the imperial might lingering over the mountain peaks returned to the monuments, only to recondense shortly after and join the battle once more!

A battle involving more than four hundred emperors against one. This chaotic fight shattered the sky and cracked the earth. More and more chaotic turbulence enveloped the whole of "Flying Dragon in the Sky," blurring everyone's vision.

But the only ones unaffected were those on Ying Zheng's Achievement Monument, which stood tall in the sky... because the battlefield simply couldn't extend that high.

"Isn't this place great... Nobody's bothering me, I can just slack off here," Jian Changsheng lay flat on the top of the monument, looking at the spectacular display of "physics vs metaphysics" below, sighing in admiration.

Jian Changsheng chattered away on his own, not worried about his current predicament at all.

Anyway, these remnants were busy dealing with the Lord of Hanging Jade and didn't have time for him. The situation was currently a stalemate. Once this stalemate ended, whoever won wouldn't make a difference to Jian Changsheng.

If the Lord of Hanging Jade won, the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path would naturally collapse, and everyone could go out together.

If the remnants won... wait, if the remnants won, that would be a little troublesome.

Whoosh—

Just as Jian Changsheng was pondering, the top of the monument beside him suddenly tore open.

A figure wearing a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe stepped onto the top of the Achievement Monument. He glanced at the chaotic battlefield below, then looked toward the deepest part of the cloud sea.

He ignored the slacking Jian Changsheng beside him and started walking directly in that direction.

"...Chen Ling?!" Jian Changsheng was stunned. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him and rubbed them vigorously, only to realize that he wasn't mistaken.

Chen Ling didn't even look at him, still walking toward his destination.

"Wait a minute! Did you come to save me?!" Jian Changsheng immediately scrambled up. Not caring how Chen Ling had found him, he quickly chased after him.

"No."

"Don't lie to me, if you didn't come to save me, why would you climb this broken pillar? Could it be that you like seeing the scenery from up high?"

"..."

Actually, Chen Ling didn't know what was in the depths of "Flying Dragon in the Sky" either. He was just being drawn forward by the aura belonging to Ying Fu that he had placed within Li Fu's body.

Chen Ling had left the imperial capital for the Ancient Vault to sever the timeline. However, with the Nine Lords suddenly appearing and disrupting his plans, he couldn't just sit still and wait for death. He planned to seek out Ying Fu first.

According to his induction, Ying Fu's aura was continuously converging toward the deepest part of the top of this monument.

However, when Jian Changsheng approached Chen Ling, he realized something was wrong. After confirming that this "Great Crimson Theatrical Robe" really was Chen Ling, his expression became somewhat peculiar.

"Have you lost your mind? The Lord of Hanging Jade is here! Why aren't you running away instead of running to his face?" Jian Changsheng couldn't understand.

If Chen Ling was just passing by, then the direction he was heading in was definitely wrong.

Because straight ahead, at the end of all the mountain peaks, there was an existence even more terrifying than the Lord of Hanging Jade!

In other words, where Chen Ling was heading was basically the center of the battlefield.

Chen Ling didn't speak. He just quietly watched as the space in the depths of the cloud sea gradually twisted, as if hiding some terrifying existence.

Just as Chen Ling was hesitating, an obscure fluctuation suddenly spread out.

A dazzling golden path slowly appeared from the twisting cloud sea. It seemed to span across time and space, extending straight from an unknown era to the very center of the chaotic battlefield.

At the same time, all the Imperial Remnants fighting below seemed to sense something and stopped simultaneously.

"The Path of Ascension..." They raised their heads, looking at the golden path, their expressions solemn.

Following their gazes, the Lord of Hanging Jade also looked over. However, under his "God Particle" vision, what he saw was fundamentally different from what the Imperial Remnants saw.

In the eyes of the Lord of Hanging Jade, this wasn't some Path of Ascension at all. It was an extremely huge and complex energy aggregate, composed of countless unknown particles converging together... And at the core of that energy aggregate, an unprecedentedly powerful force was rapidly awakening.

"Who is that..." The Lord of Hanging Jade's expression gradually became grave.

At the end of the Path of Ascension, a phantom-like, blurry figure slowly emerged.

It was a man wearing a black imperial robe. He sat on an empty throne at the deepest part of the cloud sea. Although he couldn't be seen clearly, one could vaguely feel an oppressive aura that made one's heart palpitate, like an emperor peering down from high above at all living things in the mortal realm.

At the moment he appeared, all the Imperial Remnants floating on the mountain peaks lowered their heads in unison!

Even the Lord of Hanging Jade's expression became slightly grim.

Although he wasn't afraid of these remnants, the feeling this shadow gave him was somewhat different from those of the previous emperors...

"Who are you?" The Lord of Hanging Jade coldly asked.

The figure on the throne slowly raised his head. Below the twelve-stringed imperial crown, an invisible majesty enveloped the entire "Flying Dragon in the Sky."

A low, majestic voice resounded faintly through the void.

"I am... the First Emperor."

Ying Zheng.

The two words slowly spread, and an invisible chill enveloped the heart of every emperor present.

He was the starting point of everything, the ultimate source of their beliefs and reliance.

Before him, who would dare to claim to be an emperor?!

Even the Lord of Hanging Jade, upon hearing this name, froze for a moment, and his expression instantly darkened.

"The First Emperor..." The Lord of Hanging Jade stared intently at the figure on the throne, a cold snort coming from the corner of his mouth.

"A mere phantom formed from residual energy over two thousand years. Others might fear you, but I do not."

As he spoke, the Lord of Hanging Jade raised his hand, pointing straight at the First Emperor Ying Zheng!

The Black Longsword condensed from "God Particles" instantly shot out, turning into a pitch-black abyss, heading straight for Ying Zheng's throne!

Faced with this world-destroying sword that could easily annihilate other remnants, Ying Zheng just sat quietly on the throne.

He slowly extended a hand toward the void below...

Whoosh—!

The golden Path of Ascension instantly traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, extending from the end of the cloud sea, directly through the void below, piercing through all levels of the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path, until it landed at a corner of an alleyway in "Leaping in the Abyss"!

At the end of the alleyway, the Hemp-Clad Youth looked at the golden path leading straight to the highest sky before him, slightly dazed.

The next moment, Ying Zheng's majestic voice echoed from the end of the golden path, resounding within the ears of the Hemp-Clad Youth.

"The throne of this world..."

"Why have you not yet ascended?"