Chapter 269: Descendants of the Five Emperors, the Lost Bloodline

An ancient city, vast beyond measure, larger than Bishan, more brilliant than sun and moon, its palaces stacked layer upon layer, the tallest towers soaring as if to rival the stars, with sun and moon hanging at its sides and stars scattered around it, as if the most exalted place in the world.

The city walls were weathered, the finest embodiment of time, enduring countless ages, eternal and indestructible, standing firm without faltering.

This ancient city had torn through the boundless starry sky, as if crossing from the far shore of the stars through endless ancient worlds, its aura majestic, swallowing heaven and devouring earth—even across countless worlds and boundless void, all could feel its overwhelming might.

"Heian-kyō!!"

Someone cried out involuntarily, their body trembling even more violently, their gaze fixed on the massive plaque at the very top of the ancient city, its iron-hooked silver-flower script inscribed with ancient characters.

Too familiar.

To Director Takahashi and the people of Arakawa Ward, this ancient city was too familiar to be forgotten, unforgettable in their lifetimes—it was the Heian-kyō that Arakawa Unko had seen that day.

People's bodies jolted violently.

If Heian-kyō has appeared, then… that one…

As they thought this, the initial battlefield trembled violently.

Abe Yasachika's blood stained the heavens, his broken body plummeting from the starry void, while from that starry expanse, a majestic presence stepped forward, shattering star after star, snapping the Milky Way, heedless and unstoppable, as if pushing entire worlds forward—terrifying beyond measure.

Wherever it passed, heaven cracked and earth shattered.

People recognized this majestic presence as the supreme dark emperor, awakened when Abe Yasachika sacrificed himself—a being now charging through the stars, targeting Abe Yasachika to utterly crush and kill him.

Boom!

The majestic presence unleashed a punch, shaking heaven and earth, as if piercing through nine layers of heaven, star systems born and destroyed, destroyed and reborn—all within a single punch, a single thought.

In Japan, countless people watched, eyes splitting with rage; even though they knew Abe Yasachika's self-sacrifice meant certain death, at this moment none did not wish someone would come to save him—he had guarded the initial battlefield for a thousand years, and though he had erred in the past, a millennium of redemption had cleansed his sins; they did not want him to die so tragically…

At least… let him not be decapitated, let his remains be buried in the initial world, not left as a pile of bones on the battlefield, with no grave, no tomb, becoming a wandering soul of the dead, with no one to offer sacrifices, dying far from home.

The next moment.

Before the horrified eyes of over a billion people, the boundless starry sky split open, the ancient city Heian-kyō crossing the Three thousand worlds—a pure white hand, like flawless jade, extended from the ancient city, its fingertip glowing with a soft radiance, embracing all things, cold and exquisitely beautiful.

Also utterly supreme.

The entire realm of the initial battlefield shattered—from the distant far shore of the stars, across the boundless void, a single finger touched the fist of the majestic presence.

Heaven and earth shattered utterly!!!

Along with that punch, everything—the dark emperor, the godlike beings from "the other side"—vanished without a sound, as if reality and illusion, spirit and matter, all collapsed.

Beneath that single finger, nothing remained except the majestic presence.

Even that majestic presence suffered irreparable wounds, roaring blood upward like a geyser, then being blasted away like a baseball, piercing a hundred million star rivers, shattering ten million great stars, and crashing into a star a hundred times larger than Earth.

The violent impact caused the entire star to shudder, its rotation halting for an instant, leaving a grotesque crater whose depression spread across its entire surface.

Countless people trembled in awe.

Emotions surged—excitement, awe, shock, and more.

Who could have imagined that the one who saved Abe Yasachika would be Yuzo Mae, the powerful being he had once drawn blades against?

Even though the true body of the white hand was nowhere to be seen, all knew it was Yuzo Mae—her jade-white hands were unmistakable, unmatched in all history and legend.

Then, amid a faint glow, Abe Yasachika's light-formed body, scattered by the destruction of the punch and the collapsing realm, gazed at a portion of himself, slowing his self-sacrifice into Dao dissolution.

Abe Yasachika coughed blood, his pale face, already near Dao dissolution, twisted with complex emotion as he gazed at the ancient city standing at the extreme edge of the stars.

"I…"

Before he could speak, a cold, celestial voice echoed from within the ancient city, so exquisite it moved the solemn, blood-soaked realm, adding a touch of transcendent beauty.

"Your devotion to the initial world merits my saving you—unrelated to grudges or favors."

"Su Daji!!"

The star shattered.

Infinite demonic energy surged as the majestic presence burst from the shattered star, its eyes capable of swallowing darkness itself, cold and ghastly, fixed upon the ancient city, piercing illusions, seeing clearly the beautiful, peerless figure seated within.

"Do you truly dare to act? Are you not afraid we will kill Di Xin?!"

All the people of the world turned pale; Director Takahashi and others were horrified.

Di Xin? Isn't that King Zhou?

What's going on? Wasn't King Zhou imprisoned by Zhou Wuwang—was he imprisoned by "the other side"?!

"If my husband's life is worth only as much as your lives, he would never have been my husband."

The cold voice echoed through the eight directions and starry realms.

At first, this sounded arrogant, like self-praise—but all understood it was not boasting of herself, but proudly asserting the greatness of her husband, Di Xin, declaring to the gods and demons of the heavens, to "the other side," the unmatched power of her husband.

Di Xin's strength cannot be measured against yours—even if you are supreme, even if you are revered by gods and demons, you are still inferior.

Because.

Di Xin was the king of Chinese mythology, the sovereign of a dynasty.

And he is my husband!

Ten million divine and demonic lives do not equal one life of Di Xin.

Without hesitation, the jade-white hand within the ancient city extended—just as it had once done in Tochigi Prefecture, one palm destroying three hundred thousand troops, where the strength of an entire nation could not match it, and all would be annihilated beneath this palm—now, again, the same.

Yuzo Mae struck out a palm, aiming to obliterate the majestic presence.

The majestic presence roared, knowing escape was impossible, pouring forth all his power, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang demonic god to meet the palm.

He was strong—even Abe Yasachika's self-sacrifice into Dao dissolution could not defeat him—but Su Daji was stronger.

Boom—

The ten-thousand-zhang demonic god's body shattered, demonic blood staining the blue heavens.

Just as the majestic presence was about to be erased beneath the palm—

"Su Daji, even if Di Xin is a descendant of the Five Emperors, his life is precious—but my lost bloodline is precious too, no less than the blood of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

A withered, wrinkled old hand.

The two palms met.

Boundless, dazzling divine radiance and demonic light burst forth, illuminating the very heavens and earth, so blinding that even the gods and demons could not open their eyes.

Only when the brilliance faded did a withered, emaciated old man appear. His frame was hunched, his complexion a sallow, twilight hue—yet not a single person dared hold him in contempt. Staring at him was like gazing upon a primordial, ferocious fiend: within him dwelled an immense, terrifying presence, decay entwined with imperishability, and through that imperishability an aura of destruction seeped.

Everyone was stunned.

They were awed by the withered old man's power—this was not like Abe no Ontemaro barely managing to block one strike from Tamamo-no-Mae, but intercepting it, withstanding it. This was an existence equal in strength to Tamamo-no-Mae herself.

At the same time, they felt they were hallucinating, certain they had misheard.

A descendant of the Five Emperors? A bloodline long thought extinct?

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