Chapter 410: 【Red-Haired Lin Xian, Underworld Ominousness】

Everyone felt a sense of loss. In the hundred thousand years after the Desolate Ancient era, only the Green Emperor stood alone; the brilliance of the various emperors was nowhere to be seen.

They could not imagine the Desolate Ancient era, that magnificent situation where one emperor had just perished for ten thousand years and another was born, with Great Accomplishment Saint Bodies carrying on the past and opening the future, making the human race’s Supreme Beings shine brilliantly without a break.

That was a vigorous era, a Golden Great Era where the Dao laws were prosperous, suppressing the Forbidden Zone Supreme Beings until they couldn't catch their breath, leaving them no opportunity to launch a Dark Upheaval.

In two or three hundred thousand years, twelve emperors were produced in succession: Amitabha, Feathered, Ruthless, Shenzhou, Jiuli, West Queen Mother, Emperor Hengyu, Void, Taihuang, Chaotic Ancient, and Wu Shi.

The Dao fruit of each Great Emperor was the condensation of the essence of an era. Twelve Great Emperors attained the Dao one after another, with only ten thousand years or even less between them, inevitably influenced by the wisdom of their predecessors.

"The descendants stand on the shoulders of those before them to promote the Dao laws, surpassing their predecessors."

Hei Huang stuck out his scarlet tongue and laughed: "Besides practicing the West Queen Mother Scripture and the Saint Body Dao techniques, the Wu Shi Great Emperor also referenced the techniques and Emperor path of the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor."

"From the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor who attained the Dao after a hundred defeats, to the Wu Shi Great Emperor who swept across the Emperor path, moving from one extreme to another is undoubtedly a sublimation."

Everyone was silent, feeling a trace of pity for the heaven-proud ones of the Wu Shi Great Emperor’s era. No one had expected that after the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor, such a character would pop out.

The Emperor Star of over a hundred thousand years ago was preparing to learn from the experience of the previous season’s Chaotic Ancient, only to run into a tough character who was the exact opposite of Chaotic Ancient, whose combat power and cultivation speed were perverted to the point of defying the heavens.

So much so that the progenitor of the Heavenly Demon Palace left behind a sentence: "Better to fight a Great Accomplishment Saint Body than to ever see Wu Shi."

However, it also verified from the side that the path walked by generation after generation of people to become immortals was indeed the Immortal Road, not a delusion.

The Wu Shi Great Emperor was the culmination of the Dao laws of the Desolate Ancient era and the last emperor of the Desolate Ancient era, just like the last Heavenly Venerable Emperor of the end of the mythological years, who collected the Nine Secrets, founded the Heavenly Court, and condensed the essence of an era.

As for the Green Emperor, he was the first emperor after the Desolate Ancient era, comparable to the first Heavenly Venerable of the mythological era, the Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Venerable, and the first emperor of the Primordial Era, the Undying Emperor.

"Mythological Venerable, Primordial Emperor, Desolate Ancient Emperor—three eras have already passed, and now it is a new era."

"Should we add another title for those who attained the Dao after the Desolate Ancient era?"

Lin Xian pondered, leading everyone to break through one small world after another, moving the heritage of the former Feathered Divine Dynasty into the Heavenly Court.

As an Emperor lineage that had once ruled over the great universe, their collection was unparalleled. After their destruction, all their treasures were hidden underground, which the Ruthless Empress had disdained, but now they all benefited Lin Xian.

Various Saint-level materials, many immortal treasures and divine objects, and quite a few rare beasts. The most precious harvest was some God-Slaying Insects and a piece of Immortal Tear Green Gold the size of a fist.

"God-Slaying Insects?"

A trace of disgust appeared in the eyes of the God Silkworm Prince, and he snorted coldly: "Such things still exist in the world."

Everyone was thoughtful. The God Silkworm race, as well as the Ten-Great Change God Emperor, all carried the word "God." It stood to reason that the God-Slaying Insects had a great karmic connection with that race, otherwise they wouldn't be called by that name.

"Since the Prince dislikes them, the God-Slaying Insects belong to the Heavenly Court, and the sacrificial offerings provided to the God Emperor by the Feathered Divine Dynasty belong to the God Silkworm Ridge."

Lin Xian grabbed the God-Slaying Insects and refined them instantly, immediately specializing as an insect cultivator. This type of insect relied on quantity to win; if the quantity was sufficient, even Great Sages would avoid their edge. Among them, the pure-blooded ancestral insects had extraordinary aptitude and the possibility of becoming emperors.

In the future, when fighting in groups, if he saw someone he didn't like, he could just wave his hand and swallow the heavens and earth.

"Sacrificial offerings?"

The God Silkworm Prince’s body trembled as he looked at that piece of immortal material. On the altar, the Immortal Tear Green Gold was sealed in a piece of divine source, not exposed to the air, as if it wanted to be isolated from the mortal world. Twenty-odd thousand years had passed, and it remained unchanged, untouched by time.

But this divine material did not attract the attention of the Ancient Emperor Prince. He skipped over the immortal gold without the slightest hesitation, stepping toward the altar step by step, his lips trembling as he spat out a few words: "Spirit Coffin..."

The Spirit Coffin, having lost the protection of the God-Slaying Insects, fell to the ground. It was too small; rather than a coffin, it was more like a stone box, simple and unadorned in style, carved with dragons and phoenixes.

"Why would an Ancient Emperor’s coffin be so small?"

The God Silkworm Princess’s imagination ran wild, and she said with uncontrollable excitement: "Could the progenitor have truly transformed into his original form, undergoing metamorphosis throughout the eternal years?"

The coffin was only four fingers wide and less than a palm long. The carvings on it were very blurry, but if one looked closely, one could see sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fish, and insects—all very ancient things that had existed since time immemorial.

"Only an Ancient Emperor is qualified to use this thing; it is almost as immortal as a god."

Duan De concluded that this was a God Coffin, and among the Primordial Emperors and Venerables, only the God Emperor of the God Silkworm race had such a small original form.

"Why not try it and see?"

Lin Xian smiled indifferently, pulled Ye Fan’s arm, and made a cut. Instantly, holy blood flowed out. The palm-sized small stone coffin made a "crack!" sound, and a gap appeared on it—a trace appeared on the previously integrated stone wall.

"Damn it, Saint Master, why didn't you cut your own arm?" Ye Fan glared angrily. According to logic, Lin Xian’s blood should have a more powerful effect.

"Easy first, then difficult; the capable do more work." Lin Xian said without changing his expression: "One by one."

After Ye Fan’s blood opened the sixth layer of the stone coffin, it could not be opened further unless he offered his heart blood, but that would damage his vitality and lifespan.

Seeing this, the Holy Emperor Son also released a few drops of essence blood. The bloodline of the Fighting Holy Emperor was definitely not weaker than any physique, but it only made the small coffin tremble and did not move further.

"Starting from the seventh layer, the Emperor Son bloodline is also useless; it must be Saint blood to wake it up."

Lin Xian sighed with emotion, used a small knife to cut his palm, and released golden Saint blood, making the stone coffin emit a chaotic roar and opening the seventh layer.

"I will assist you."

The God Silkworm Princess also offered her blood. She was of the God Silkworm Imperial Clan and a peerless Saint King, so she easily opened the eighth layer.

Seven layers for a Saint, eight layers for a Saint King—following this reasoning, the ninth layer would require the heart essence blood of a Great Sage.

Of course, if the person in the coffin was the God Emperor, the blood of his own offspring would be more effective than the blood of a Great Sage.

"Mythological Ancient Coffin, nine-nine return to one."

The God Silkworm Prince looked solemn, forcing out a few drops of nine-colored blood, which fell onto the ancient coffin. Instantly, light flowed, layers of stone coffins faded away, and the ninth layer of the coffin opened.

"Crack!" The final layer of the coffin appeared with the smallest gap, but it rushed out with a majestic Emperor evil aura that could destroy the heavens and earth and annihilate all saints.

The God Silkworm Princess changed color, pulling the God Silkworm Daoist to avoid it, and then offered the God Emperor Armor to suppress the Emperor evil aura.

The God Emperor Robe bathed in nine-colored divine light, ringing and moving, showing both joy and disdain.

"Merge!!!"

Lin Xian roared, and the Emperor Fuxi Dragon Tablet in his hand smashed over like a brick, hitting the corner of the Emperor Coffin straight, preventing more Emperor evil aura from leaking out.

"Father, it is his aura!"

The God Silkworm Prince fell to the ground, completely lacking the demeanor of an Ancient Emperor Prince, instead looking lost and soul-broken, his eyes filled with tears, crying with joy: "It really is him!"

Before the God Emperor Prince could be happy for too long, a sudden Great Change arose; the Emperor evil aura attracted ominousness.

"Woo..."

In an instant, a cold wind howled in fury, and demonic shadows flickered, as if malevolent ghosts were weeping and spirits of the dead were wailing; a whirlwind of red hair swept through, as if the gates of the underworld had been flung wide, and the yin energy soared into the heavens.

The three Source Heaven Masters on the scene immediately suffered a backlash. Ye Fan grew golden hair on his body, Lin Xian grew red hair, and Duan De grew green hair.

"Damn it, you want to rebel, right!" Duan De was furious and shouted loudly: "This Venerable is the Underworld Emperor; what do you want to do? Retreat at once."

Lin Xian, covered in red hair like steel needles, looked like an old red-haired monster and said gloomily: "The Underworld has indeed rebelled; Yin soldiers and Yin generals are searching the mountains and seas to catch the Underworld Emperor."

Duan De shuddered, hurriedly retreated behind Ye Fan, and managed to squeeze out a smile: "I was just joking."

Strands of blood-colored lightning streaked across the void, exceptionally striking, and then endless blood rain poured down, connecting the thirty-fourth layer of the temple small world.

The portal opened wide, ten thousand ghosts wailed, and an eerie and terrifying world came into view. Everywhere there were black shadows, everywhere there were wild corpses, standing like grass on every inch of land. Black ghost hands danced like endless wild grass, and the eerie cold made one’s whole body feel cold, unable to stop shivering.

One ancient corpse after another, one fierce ghost after another, like hell itself, burying all the former cultivators of the Feathered Divine Dynasty.

Not only were there millions of military souls baring fangs and brandishing claws, but there were also one Great Accomplishment Ghost King after another looking ferocious, summoned by the Underworld. And at the Ghost Gate, there was an endless stream of lonely ghosts and wild spirits emerging, and there were even Saint-level fluctuations.

"Good fellow, thanks to the Underworld for delivering takeout to our door."

Lin Xian licked his lips, and with a wave of his red-haired hand, a purple-glowing Human Emperor Banner appeared in his palm, making the fierce ghosts and evil spirits opposite him pause for a moment, their wailing sounds stopping slightly.

Looking opposite, they seemed even more ominous and terrifying than them, more frightening and eerie, more like villains.

"Scream, why don't you scream? Weren't you screaming quite happily just now?"

Red-haired Lin Xian tapped the ground with the Human Emperor Banner, revealing an eerie smile: "Hehehe... since you won't scream, then it’s my turn to scream."

"Fellow Daoists, do not miss the time to get on the list—cough, on the banner. Let’s die early and be reborn early!"