Chapter 403

Who was the Great Saint Kunzhou? A giant of the Ancient era, one of the few Great Sages of the ancient tribes, with the potential to become a Quasi-Emperor.

But now he had been slapped to death by a human in a lighthearted manner. Within Yaochi, all the Ancestral Kings were petrified, and the creatures of the ancient tribes felt oppressed, not even daring to breathe.

This scene was shocking, far more terrifying than the clash of Emperor weapons. The feeling of 'fox mourning the death of the rabbit' surged into the hearts of the ancient tribe Great Sages.

"Why is the Supreme of the human race slaughtering at the Ten Thousand Tribes Assembly!"

The Great Saint of the Golden clan was both wary and terrified, sheltering himself under the protection of the Extreme Dao Imperial weapon, saying in a deep voice: "You repeatedly violate the agreement, bullying our ancient tribes too much. Even a Quasi-Emperor is not necessarily invincible in the world. There were countless heroes in the Ancient years, and the ten thousand ancient tribes also have old seniors!"

"Old seniors?"

"Is it the one who went to Spirit Mountain? Just let him come out."

The Daoist of the Cai family sneered, standing with his hands behind his back, his tone flat but carrying a hint of unquestionable authority: "It is not our human race bullying others, but your ten thousand ancient tribes who do not recognize the situation, provoking the Desolate Ancient Heavenly Court again and again!"

"It is no longer the Ancient era. The peerless Demon Emperor attained the Dao thirty thousand years ago, ruling the universe. The Heavenly Court is the orthodoxy established by the Heavenly Emperor Wan Qing!"

"Now is the era of the Qing Emperor, not the era of the Heavenly Emperor!"

"The Heavenly Emperor's son realized the truth early and joined the Eastern Wasteland Demon Court. Why are you still obsessed and not realizing it!"

Once the words were out, they exploded like a thunderclap, shocking the whole scene. Not only were the ancient tribes shocked, but even the human race was stunned.

The Qing Emperor, the peerless Demon Emperor who attained the Dao thirty thousand years ago, is still alive?

The Eastern Wasteland Heavenly Court is not a farce created by the human Holy Body, but the work of a contemporary Great Emperor, a legend comparable to the Ancient Heavenly Court of the Mythological era!

"So that's it, so that's it."

The Saint Master of Dao Yi realized suddenly: "Besides the peerless Demon Emperor, who else has the ability to unite the major Sacred Lands and aristocratic families? A genuine Great Emperor—who can make a Quasi-Emperor obey orders?"

"It is truly unusual for all factions to be so united." The Purple Micro Sect Leader muttered, realizing suddenly: "So that's it, it's actually like this!"

The masters of other Sacred Lands deeply agreed. They didn't understand the Undying Emperor or the ten thousand ancient tribes, but they understood the human race. The human race was a race that would fight internally even on the eve of extermination, having maxed out their 'in-fighting' stats.

"How could the supreme Demon Emperor fall easily?"

The old Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace in the Central Plains was mentally excited, calculating with his fingers, muttering to himself: "According to normal lifespan, it is only the twilight years of the Demon Emperor now!"

"That's right, the Immortal Road is opening. How could the Qing Emperor not have calculated it?" The old Palace Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace laughed loudly: "We can all calculate it; the Demon Emperor must have left a backup plan. The Eastern Wasteland Heavenly Court is our Demon race's supreme Demon Court!"

You say a word, I say a word, the human race and the Demon race discussed heatedly, casting the ten thousand ancient tribes into the eighteenth layer of hell. The various ancient kings felt heavy, the several Great Sages looked at each other, their expressions incredibly ugly.

And no one told them that the Qing Emperor might still be alive. That era of difficult Dao could not be faked; the Qing Emperor should have passed away.

The Great Saint Yan Qilin of the Fire Qilin Cave used his spiritual sense to look at an Ancestral King and asked viciously: "How many tens of thousands of years ago did the Qing Emperor attain the Dao? Tell me clearly."

The Ancestral King responsible for collecting information on the human race looked ashen, his spiritual sense carrying a hint of despair: "At the Ten Thousand Tribes Assembly, we put all our energy into collecting information on the human race, and did not investigate the Demon race much."

"It is said... it is said that the Qing Emperor attained the Dao thirty thousand years ago and disappeared ten thousand years ago, suspected to have passed away."

Suspected?

I suspect your grandmother's head. As the revival ancestor of the Fire Qilin Cave, the Great Saint Yan Qilin only wanted to explode with a curse at this moment. He had unexpectedly ignored such important information—this was a huge loophole.

Attaining the Dao thirty thousand years ago and disappearing ten thousand years ago—is this normal? This is not normal at all.

The lifespan of an Ancient Emperor can be like the Fighting Holy Emperor, passing away in the prime of life, living only one life, a little over ten thousand years old, or it can be like the Qilin Emperor, with two lives totaling a little over thirty thousand years, but it absolutely cannot be twenty thousand years.

The other ancient tribe Great Sages also obtained similar information from their subordinates, their expressions as ugly as if they had eaten a dead child.

The lifespan of a Quasi-Emperor starts at nine thousand years. An alternative path attainer, like the Great Accomplished Holy Body, has a lifespan of about eleven or twelve thousand years.

Duan De attained the alternative path in his fourth life, living to about fifteen thousand years old before truly dying, with a final achievement not weaker than a Great Emperor. The God-Slaying Emperor cultivated the Dao for eight thousand years, in his prime, with his life only halfway through.

All of which shows that the normal lifespan of a Great Emperor in one life is about fifteen or sixteen thousand years.

Three thousand years of time, exactly corresponding to the twilight years of the Great Emperor's second life, stuck on that line.

"Could it be that the contemporary Great Emperor deliberately went into hibernation to reduce blood Qi consumption and prepare for the Immortal Road?"

The ten thousand ancient tribes felt as if the sky had fallen. Many Ancestral Kings twitched their mouths. They originally thought it was an era without Emperors, with heroes rising together, preparing to compete for the Emperor path and plot for the Immortal Domain.

As a result, you tell me that there is an Emperor in this life, and the universe has a master—an old Qing Emperor with little lifespan left preparing for the Immortal Road. Damn it, if there is a quota for the Immortal Road, who can compete with him?

Even a Great Emperor in his twilight years is still an unblemished Great Emperor!

All the Great Sages were terrified, especially the Great Saint of the Golden clan, whose golden pupils contracted. He swallowed his saliva and said: "Supreme of the human race, that is not what we meant. The ten thousand ancient tribes have no intention of offending the supreme Demon Emperor."

"Supreme?" The Daoist of the Cai family shook his head and said indifferently: "The Heavenly Court has its own Supreme. My cultivation is not even ranked among the Divine Generals."

Divine General!

Under the Qing Emperor, could there be more than one half-step Quasi-Emperor Divine General like the Daoist of the Cai family? Or could there be genuine Quasi-Emperor Divine Generals!

A brilliant and vast blueprint of the Heavenly Court was sketched out, making everyone present unable to breathe, their hearts feeling heavy.

Many heaven-proud figures showed expressions of surprise. The Qing Emperor is not dead, and the Heavenly Court is competing for hegemony—is this their way out?

"Senior Divine General has achieved the Dao. Why bother with the younger generation?" Several old clan leaders of the Imperial clans stepped forward to plead: "Just now, the Eight Divine Generals were stressed, and the Great Saint Kunzhou's personal behavior cannot represent the ten thousand ancient tribes."

It appeared—one of the ultimate divine arts: 'Righteous Cutting.'

This method is not only known to the human race, but even the ancient tribes know it.

Temporary workers, right? I didn't expect you thick-browed and big-eyed ancient tribes to play this set too. Lin Xian instantly smiled and asked leisurely: "The Qing Emperor rules the universe, and the Heavenly Court governs the four seas and eight wildernesses. Do you have any objections?"

Several ancient tribe Great Sages looked at each other and nodded in unison: "Attaining the Dao in this life is to be a Sovereign, revered by the world. The ten thousand tribes have strict hierarchies, so naturally, we dare not defy you in the slightest."

"I wonder if we have the honor to see the supreme Demon Emperor and perform a pilgrimage."

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes, knowing that the ten thousand ancient tribes were still not giving up, wanting to see the Qing Emperor with their own eyes.

But if the Qing Emperor could walk around, would it be so troublesome? Even the Forbidden Zones of Life could be swept away. Saint Master Lin would have long been acting as a tyrant, relying on the Emperor's power.

"The Qing Emperor is in seclusion, comprehending the Great Dao and exploring the Immortal Road. How can we disturb him with such trivial matters?"

Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back, proudly saying: "Sending out a peerless Divine General is precisely to act on behalf of the Qing Emperor and handle trivial matters in the mortal world. I am the envoy of the Qing Emperor. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

The Daoist of the Cai clan also took a step back and pretended: "That is exactly so. This person is the successor of the Qing Emperor, the Deputy Sect Leader of the Heavenly Court, wielding the Chaos Green Lotus Emperor weapon, with the power to act as he sees fit."

Envoy of the Qing Emperor?

Several ancient tribe Great Sages felt a thud in their hearts, finally understanding why a Saint was in charge among a group of Great Sages.

So Lin Xian was the spokesperson for the Qing Emperor.

The Sages of the ancient tribes looked at each other, communicating with spiritual sense in secret, and then jointly recommended the Great Saint Huntuo to come out. Not only because he represented the peaceful side of the ancient tribes, but also because Lin Xian had been in contact with him, and the two had raised the topic of peace among the ten thousand tribes.

The war-mongering Great Saint Kunzhou was dead, so it could only be him coming out to negotiate.

"Fellow Daoist, you hid it from me so well."

The Great Saint Huntuo sighed, then asked: "Fellow Daoist Lin is young, yet has already attained the Dao and become a Saint, and his status is noble. Could it be that you are an Emperor's son?"

"I wonder if you are the son of the Qing Emperor, or the son of the Emperor?"

The Eastern Wasteland Heavenly Court claimed to be the orthodoxy of the Ancient Heavenly Court in order to hook the First Divine General. In the propaganda, not only did the human race believe it, but the ancient tribe Great Sages also half-believed it.

If the lineage of the Emperor and the lineage of the Qing Emperor merged, then Lin Xian's identity would be worth pondering.

"Saint Saint Huang Zi?"

Ye Fan, who claimed to be the reincarnation of the Emperor, almost laughed out loud, saying sarcastically: "The world only knows that Princess Yan Ruyu is the descendant of the Qing Emperor, with a rich bloodline, worthy of being called the Qing Emperor's daughter. Great Saint Huntuo is afraid he guessed wrong; Saint Master Lin is not the biological child of the Qing Emperor."

"Could it really be the biological child of the Emperor!"

Within Yaochi, all those who did not know the truth looked at Lin Xian with completely different eyes.

That is the Emperor! A Heavenly Emperor's son could lead to a near-war between the human race and the ancient tribes. The significance of the offspring of the Ancient Heavenly Court's Emperor is completely different from other Emperor's sons.

That represents the ancient, glorious era when Emperors stood side by side and the Immortal Cauldron was cast, nurturing countless mysteries.

"Fellow Daoist is wrong. I, Lin Mou, have cultivated to this day, and have never relied on any Emperor's son bloodline." Lin Xian said without changing his expression, righteously: "I have reached this step today by relying on my own diligent cultivation and hard struggle!"

"A mortal body is not necessarily weaker than an Emperor's son's offspring."

"Have you not seen the Ruthless Emperor cutting down the kings, standing above the nine heavens, invincible throughout the ages."

These words made countless human cultivators' blood boil, their eyes brilliant, wishing they could replace him.

Cultivating the Dao does not ask about background, proving the Dao does not ask about race. In the vast land, let you all be magnificent—what a great atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist seems to be a Holy Body."

The Great Saint Huntuo looked sideways. The Holy Body lineage had existed since the Ancient times, known as the Indestructible Golden Body.

"Both Saint and mortal, no matter what physique, it is just an interlude on the path of cultivation."

"If you don't enter the Immortal Road, everything will turn to ash."

Lin Xian laughed it off and brushed it aside. I am a Great Accomplished Holy Body, you have just opened your Bitter Sea—both are cultivation.

"That's true. We cultivators all live to become Immortals, all struggling to cross the Bitter Sea." The Great Saint Huntuo deeply agreed, sighing: "Sigh, one must know that harmony is the most precious thing in all matters."

"Now that the Great Saint Kunzhou is dead, the grievances are settled. I ask the Heavenly Court to calm its anger, sit down quietly, and discuss true peace."

"It should be settled, but it's still a bit short." Lin Xian nodded, then picked up the Fuxi Dragon Stele, like a brick, and slapped the remaining Ancestral Kings from the Eight Divine Generals lineage to death one by one. In an instant, blood flowed in Yaochi, a piece of bright red.

The Great Saint Huntuo's smile froze, helpless: "Fellow Daoist, show mercy. The various tribes did not know that the Qing Emperor was alive and the universe had a master, so they should apologize. From now on, they will definitely abide by the Heavenly Court's order."

"Let it end here. When will the cycle of retribution end..."

The Great Saint Huntuo wanted to persuade again, but was stopped by several ancient tribe Great Sages, who desperately pulled him down.

They could see it now—how was the Great Saint Huntuo persuading for peace? He was clearly a disaster star and a god of bad luck; one died every time he persuaded.

It was fine for him to advocate peace, but others were the ones who were unlucky.

The first time he persuaded, the Spirit Valley was destroyed; the second time, the Great Saint Kunzhou died; the third time, the Eight Divine Generals didn't even have slag left.

Once, twice, but not a third time.

Even those who were not superstitious, seeing the Great Saint Huntuo's record, couldn't help but mutter.

They were afraid that the more the Great Saint Huntuo persuaded, the more the human race would push for an inch, and the more vigorously they would kill.

"Envoy of the Qing Emperor, what conditions are needed to be willing to negotiate?"

Several ancient tribe Great Sages discussed for a moment and asked: "Why not open the skylight and speak clearly? Talk—the Ten Thousand Tribes Assembly, anything can be talked about."

"I don't want to slaughter either, I'm just afraid that some people are thinking of the previous dynasty and still revering the Heavenly Emperor."

Lin Xian's eyes were cold. The influence of the Undying Emperor was too far-reaching, far from something that could be solved by killing a few Ancestral Kings.

This Ten Thousand Tribes Assembly was only a phased victory.

Human Great Sages emerged, and Emperor weapons suppressed the contemporary era. There was no longer a risk of extinction. As long as it was maintained, the problem of the human race and the Demon race failing to produce successors would be solved. It wouldn't take two hundred years; it would only take twenty or thirty years for the new generation of heaven-proud figures to grow up and successively cut the Dao and become Saints.

The new generation of Saints, even if they were not heaven-proud figures who grew up in the era of difficult Dao, would have vigorous blood and be enough to protect the human territory.

But, those who do not plan for the ages are not enough to plan for a moment; those who do not plan for the overall situation are not enough to plan for a region.

The emergence of the ten thousand ancient tribes could only be considered a preview of the dark turmoil. The truly terrifying dark world-destruction is the Immortal Road two hundred years later. When the Supremes emerge, they won't care about your race. To the Supremes, the ancient tribes and the human race are just a piece of meat.

What Lin Xian is doing is to seek unity through struggle, uniting all forces that can be united!

"Now is the era of the Qing Emperor. The old rules of the Ancient era will all be swept into the trash heap!"

Lin Xian stood side by side with Yan Ruyu, holding the Fuxi Dragon Stele, the Chaos Green Lotus floating above it, dropping thousands of strands of Chaos Qi, shouting: "Do the ten thousand tribes recognize this principle?"

"In the future, when the dark turmoil comes and the Immortal Road war starts, will the ten thousand tribes fight following the Heavenly Emperor, or uphold the Heavenly Court's decree?!"

"Today, there must be an answer."

In an instant, within Yaochi, it was silent again. The Great Sages of the major Imperial clans looked solemn. This was not a simple alliance, but an issue concerning the life and existence of the race, which must be handled with extreme caution.

They communicated with their own Imperial weapons and discussed with the Ancient Emperor's daughter and Ancient Emperor's son.

If the Qing Emperor did not manifest, or if there was no more powerful force, relying on one or two Quasi-Emperors alone would not be enough to make the ten thousand tribes completely submit.

Just between this dilemma, a dragon roar sounded. A woman dressed in purple, graceful and luxurious, flew from the Ancient Mine of the Beginning to Yaochi, holding a brilliant decree in her hand, flowing with strands of the Ancient Emperor's aura.

(End of chapter)