Chapter 115: 【If you meet the Emperor and do not bow, your true life is lost】 (Seeking monthly votes)

"If you meet the Emperor and do not bow, your true life is lost; your name is already on the Reincarnation Stele!"

Lin Xian’s majestic voice resounded throughout the entire small world like a thunderclap. He stepped through the void, and with every step, a green lotus bloomed beneath his feet. He looked like the Master of Creation, leading the way alone.

It was as if an Immortal King had descended upon the Nine Heavens. Green lotuses bloomed, time swirled around him, and he manifested the Fighting Saint Art. In one hand he held the Hengyu Furnace, and in the other, the West Emperor Pagoda. Just ask yourself: do you submit or not!

The Green Dragon King gritted his teeth and braced himself, trying to maintain some of the dignity of the Thirteen Great Bandits.

However, the next words Lin Xian spoke nearly scared the Green Dragon King to death.

"Delaying your bow—you must harbor ulterior motives." Lin Xian shouted, slapping down one heavy accusation after another: "Green Dragon King, are you thinking that the lineage of the Green Emperor is either dead or in flight, and that even the Green Emperor himself has gone into hiding? That you are now a fallen house, lacking the majesty of an Emperor’s family?"

"Do you think even the Green Emperor is no good, that he failed to become an Immortal, so you might as well become an Emperor yourself? Why respect some bullshit Demon Emperor? You want to be the Master of the Demon Race yourself!"

"I submit, I submit! Holy Master Lin, please withdraw your divine powers."

In an instant, the Green Dragon King was drenched in cold sweat. Despite being called a King, he was not a Saint King, nor a King who had severed the Dao; he was merely a Great Power.

This was not a pot he could carry. If he truly admitted to it, never mind the Chaos Green Lotus, the other Demon Kings and Great Powers would be the first to never forgive him.

Faced with the Emperor’s might and the black pot, the Green Dragon King knelt with incredible fluidity. Without any resistance, he surrendered, crying out: "I bow to the supreme Demon Emperor!"

"A pilgrim, pious and sincere, coming from the Northern Region solely to pay respects to the Great Emperor—why do you carry killing intent?"

After suppressing the Green Dragon King, Lin Xian looked at the First Great Bandit, the Old Immortal, and the half-piece of Emperor Weapon above his head, saying calmly: "As fellow humans, do you wish to start a massacre within the Temple of the Emperors?"

The Old Immortal’s voice was ethereal and difficult to fathom: "The Thirteen Great Bandits dare not profane the Great Emperor."

As soon as the words fell, an eighty-one-step staircase made of mutton-fat jade and forged from radiance descended from the void, guiding the Great Bandits toward the small world of the gods.

Seeing this, the First Great Bandit put away the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Jar. Since the other party had offered a staircase, he would take it.

A half-Saint combined with half an Emperor Weapon was indeed invincible across the Eastern Wilderness, dominating this generation. Yet, the current world was invincible, and enemies from the past were arriving.

They had forcefully brought out hidden Saints and Emperor Weapons, clearly placing them a grade above the Thirteen Great Bandits.

And there was more than one Saint. When the Old Immortal stepped into the temple and saw Wei Yi, the Jiang family Saint, the Yaochi Saint, and two Emperor Weapons, his heart trembled. He felt fortunate that he had valued peace just now and had not resorted to force.

Because this group truly did not play by the rules. Three Saints, two Emperor Weapons, and one Quasi-Emperor Weapon—this lineup was enough to wipe out a Holy Land, yet they were here fishing for lawbreakers.

"Green Dragon King, you and I have known each other for a long time, yet I have been in the Northern Region for many days, and you have never come to meet me."

Lin Xian sighed and said: "What have I done to make you disrespect me so much? You won't even call me Alliance Master."

The Green Dragon King smiled on the surface while cursing wildly in his heart. Who the hell knew that you, this Alliance Master, had wandered to the Northern Region and actually started a second Immortal Alliance, just like in the Southern Region?

When the Ninth Great Bandit, Jiang Yi, notified them, he said it was the Holy Master of the Wushi lineage looking to cooperate with them.

Who knew that the spokesperson for the Wushi lineage and the Holy Master of Tianxuan were the same person?

Your web of connections is just too vast.

"I truly did not know the Alliance Master had descended. This small King failed to welcome you from afar." The Green Dragon King lowered his head, acting incredibly humble: "This small King only knew the Alliance Master was the Emperor’s son-in-law; I never imagined you also had ties to the Great Emperor Wushi."

"I told you long ago, I am the messenger of the Emperors." Lin Xian shook his head and sighed: "I told you the truth, but you didn't believe me, forcing me to take action."

"Now, I represent the Green Emperor, the Great Emperor Wushi, the Great Emperor Void, the Great Emperor Hengyu... let me ask you one thing: between the Southern Region and the Northern Region, which Immortal Alliance is the orthodox one?"

The Green Dragon King looked at the statues of the Emperors in the temple, then at the three Saints and two Emperor Weapons. Without any hesitation, he replied crisply and cleanly: "Naturally, wherever the Alliance Master is, that is the orthodox Immortal Alliance!"

"That is good." Lin Xian smiled slightly and asked: "Is the Green Dragon King willing to stay in the Southern Region, or join the Northern Region?"

"Naturally, the Northern Region." The Green Dragon King understood that those who know the times are heroes.

Once the cards were on the table, Yan Ruyu would likely bring the Chaos Green Lotus to join the Northern Region Immortal Alliance, leaving only the Ji family in the Southern Region—a single tree unable to support itself.

Whoever can win, the Green Dragon King will help.

"The Green Dragon King leaves the Southern Region first, then joins the Northern Region." Lin Xian said meaningfully: "You still need to show some human courtesy to demonstrate your sincerity."

"What has the Alliance Master taken a liking to? Take whatever you want from my treasury." The Green Dragon King gritted his teeth, knowing this was the critical moment to pay his atonement. He could not falter, or else he would suffer when old accounts were settled in the future.

Only by paying the atonement could he be forgiven for past transgressions and remain a member of the Immortal Alliance.

"I am the Alliance Master, not a Great Bandit. Taking people's things requires a justifiable reason."

Lin Xian smiled slightly: "I don't want anything else. I heard there is a Saint Body in the Green Dragon King's treasury. It is an ancestor of my Holy Son, and I wish to welcome him back. I hope you will agree."

As he spoke, Ye Fan cooperated with the performance, his eyes brimming with tears, his heart filled with grief: "This unworthy descendant is ashamed of his ancestors, letting the remains of our forefather wander outside. I hope the Green Dragon King will grant this."

The Green Dragon King felt a wave of nausea. You are a Saint Body from the other side of the starry sky; what does that have to do with my Big Dipper Saint Body? The origin must trace back to the Saint Body ancestor of the Mythological Era.

This wasn't "we were one family five hundred years ago"; this was "we were one family five million years ago."

But, those who know the times are heroes. The Green Dragon King agreed readily and then took his seat at the meeting.

Only one person from the Thirteen Great Bandits attended the meeting: the First Great Bandit, at the half-Saint realm, holding the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Jar, sat down before the stone statue of the Ruthless Great Emperor. The other Great Bandits could only stand.

Looking at this arrangement, looking at the statues of the Emperors, the remaining Great Bandits felt a sense of awe. Their original complaints and dissatisfaction vanished like smoke.

The unification of the Northern Region Immortal Alliance exceeded their imagination. This was a collision of supreme forces. Their conversation involved the layout of the great universe, ancient life stars, secrets of becoming an Immortal, or topics at the level of the Great Emperors.

If not for this half-piece of the Heaven-Swallowing Devil Jar, the Thirteen Great Bandits wouldn't even have been able to cross the threshold of the temple.

Lin Xian walked to the statue of the Great Emperor Wushi, sat down slowly, looked at the First Great Bandit, and asked: "I am the spokesperson for the Great Emperor Wushi, a descendant of the Great Emperor Hengyu, a descendant of the Great Emperor Void, a successor of the Yaochi branch, the Green Emperor's son-in-law, and the Holy Master of Tianxuan. With this identity, can I be the Fourteenth Great Bandit of the Northern Region?"

"It would be an honor." The First Great Bandit understood. Lin Xian was taking the initiative to integrate with them; otherwise, in the entire alliance, they would be the only outsiders, which would be too disharmonious.

Thus, under the witness of the Saints and Emperor Weapons, the Thirteen Great Bandits swore an oath of blood and became sworn brothers again, with Lin Xian becoming the fourteenth of the Thirteen Great Bandits.

However, he would not participate in the Great Bandits' attacks on Holy Lands, but would focus on managing the faith of the Northern Region, serving as an honorary Great Bandit.

Immediately after, the Old Immortal signed a treaty with several Saints: the Thirteen Great Bandits would no longer attack Yaochi's mining areas, but would target other Holy Lands and major sects, such as the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Yaoguang sect, and the Yaoguang lineage.

As for the Jiang family's mining areas, because of the presence of the Ninth Great Bandit, Jiang Yi, the Thirteen Great Bandits had not attacked them anyway. This was a tacit understanding, only now formally formed into an alliance.

Yaochi, the Jiang family, and the Thirteen Great Bandits were all the supreme forces of the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness, and Lin Xian had condensed them together through various means.

From then on, there were no more great enemies in this region.

After the Black Emperor reported back to the Wushi Bell and received its tacit approval, Lin Xian completely let go of his restraints, focusing wholeheartedly on developing faith, covering the mountains and lands of the Northern Region.

Promoting the reputation of the Emperors and the Saint Body, Lin Xian, in his capacity as a proxy, denounced the evil of the Undying Emperor, portraying him as the ultimate Demon King, claiming that all the suffering in the world was brought by him—the source of all evil.

With the support of the three parties, a glorious great religion rose up, unstoppable. The temple faith was not aimed at cultivators; in this world, those who could cultivate were ultimately a minority, and the common people were the majority.

Mortals seemed fragile, their lives lasting no more than a hundred years, not as powerful as cultivators, and they could offer powerful mental energy, but they were superior in space and time.

Countless living beings multiplied and thrived, spreading across the universe. Bloodlines passed on life, and spirit was also a form of longevity. For thousands, tens of thousands of years, mortals worshipped without interruption—this was also a kind of alternative immortality.

A Great Emperor’s lifespan in one lifetime was no more than ten thousand years, but a race could stretch across eternity, and there were many who had continued from the Mythological Era, or even the Chaotic Ancient and Immortal Ancient eras.

If one did not become an Immortal, in the face of time, no matter how powerful an individual was, they were just a brilliant flower, fleeting in the long river of the universe.

In a sense, becoming mortal is eternity!

"To be a dragon or elephant among Buddhas, first be a beast of burden for all living beings."

Lin Xian pondered the Buddhist doctrines and came into contact with the power of faith, gaining an alternative realization: death is eternal, mortals are eternal.

Those brilliant things will eventually wither. At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. When the prosperity fades, all that remains is the ordinary.

If the era of absolute spiritual extinction arrives, how can the extraordinary manifest?

Excluding the immortal Red Dust Immortals, perhaps only the power of faith remains.

Thus, Lin Xian gave an order, commanding the cultivators under his command to build waterworks and roads, truly helping the mortals.

When believers prayed that travel was inconvenient, trapped by great mountains for generations, the Saint Body Ye Fan went to carry away two great mountains, opening up a path.

When chaos appeared in a mortal kingdom, the Great Black Dog descended, cutting through the mess with a sharp knife, directly eliminating the chaotic leadership. Within days, it unified several kingdoms, and the commoners hailed its loyalty, worshipping it as the Black Emperor.

When believers were plagued by illness, Lin Xian did not hoard the power of faith, but learned from the Great Emperor Amitabha, feeding the collected power of faith back to the masses, eliminating their disasters and preventing all diseases.

Taken from the people, used for the people—such actions received feedback.

Wisps and strands, strips of pure and flawless radiance rose up, flying in from all directions. Individually, they were tiny and fragile, but when gathered together, they were brilliant and incredibly sacred.

Countless pure mental energies gathered and accumulated there, heavier than mountains and rivers, possessing an immortal aura—a power capable of turning decay into magic. If one bathed in it for a long time, cultivators could extend their lifespan.

Lin Xian bathed in the radiance, holding the Human Emperor Banner, surrounded by faith. Rings of light appeared behind his head, like a righteous Immortal Venerable, his eyes incredibly deep, as if listening to the scriptures of the Great Dao.

If you think of it constantly, there will be an echo.

At this moment, it truly came to pass. Lin Xian sensed his own "past self" drifting away, wandering in the river of time, tracing the imprints of his ancestors along the fragments of the Great Dao of countless living beings.

Many living beings, regardless of cultivation realm, regardless of race or bloodline, could always glimpse in their dreams scenes they had never seen before. That was the obsession of their ancestors, the deepest memories, carved into their bloodline genes and passed down together.

The worship of gods, the fear of snakes, the wariness of wild beasts—these had become instincts, the results of ancestors experimenting with blood and tears.

A touch of radiance emerged. A bloodline that does not break is a burden; it is a remembrance of the past. The achievements of ancestors cannot be forgotten; the glory of time cannot be forgotten.

Who still remembers that the Sun Holy Emperor lit up the path forward for the human race?

Who still remembers Shennong tasting the hundred herbs, enduring hardships to create a foundation?

Who still remembers the end of the Primordial Era, when the universe changed drastically and the Great Emperor Nuwa wept blood to mend the sky?

The Desolate Ancient Era, the Primordial Era, the Mythological Era—one scene after another flashed past his eyes like a revolving lantern, never stopping, tracing back to the more ancient past, stepping into the mist.

Never forget, keep history in mind, permanently engraved in the descendants.

"Rumble!"

Lin Xian broke through in this extremity, naturally stepping into the Four Extremities Secret Realm. Not just faith, not just bloodline, not just the ancestor's imprint—he truly connected with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

The Great Dao roared. Suddenly, a white paper boat appeared, like a bright lamp, illuminating the years and dispelling the mist.

Then one boat, two boats, three boats... a thousand sails passed by, a hundred boats raced. The flowing water of time sounded like roaring waves, and in the blink of an eye, it was another ten million kalpas.

The white paper boat was like a dragon's head, leading the way, rushing to the end of the Great Dao!

Always moving forward! Forward! Forward!

Surpassing the universe, surpassing the other shore, surpassing time, surpassing everything.

Countless faiths resonated, calling out the "past self." The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth evolved, and in the deepest part of his bloodline, Lin Xian actually glimpsed an era and witnessed the rugged years.

A speck of dust can fill the sea, a blade of grass can cut down the sun, moon, and stars, and with a flick of a finger, the world is turned upside down.

Heroes rose together, ten thousand races stood, Saints fought for hegemony, shaking the heavens and the earth. Ask the vast land, who controls the ups and downs?!

A youth walked out of the Great Wilderness, and all legends and myths began from here...