Chapter 84: 【Actually, My Name is Ji Taxian】

"Messenger of Huang Emperor." The Old Madman looked sideways, his gaze strange. Not long ago, Lin Xian claimed to be the incarnation of the Green Emperor.

In the blink of an eye, he became the messenger of Huang Emperor.

How many Great Emperors have you clung to?

Could it be that there are also White Emperor, Black Emperor, Red Emperor?

Sensing the Old Madman's gaze, Lin Xian was not ashamed but proud, coughed and said: "The Saint has no heart, taking the people's heart as his heart."

"The Emperor has no surname, taking the surnames of all races as his surname."

He was incomparably confident, shining with a little sunshine, revealing a unique temperament, as if he really had the demeanor of a Great Emperor.

"This..."

The two Saints looked at each other, gasped, and had never seen such a statement.

Could it be that he is really a genius?

"Whether it is the Ji family bloodline, verify it once and you will know."

The Ji family's old Saint summoned the Void Emperor Mirror, signaling Lin Xian to drip blood on it. Nothing is clearer than the Emperor Mirror about whether the comer is the bloodline of the Great Emperor.

The Dao fragments of the ancestors flow in the blood of the descendants, containing infinite hope. If you don't forget, there will be an echo.

This is a kind of hidden virtue, also a kind of burden, and also a reincarnation, an alternative immortality.

If certain conditions are met, the supreme ancestor might really be able to be reborn from the descendant's body.

"Let me try."

Lin Xian whispered. He, who had always been heartless, had deep and dark eyes at this moment. He gently cut his finger, shed a drop of divine blood, and dropped it onto the Void Emperor Mirror.

In an instant, the chaotic and ancient immortal mirror trembled slightly, shedding some rosy light. Although weak, it was real and not false!

"Actually so!"

"Sure enough!"

Lin Xian took a deep breath, knelt down in front of the Void Emperor Mirror with a thud, and the tears flowed down. It was a real cry, wailing: "Ancestor, I finally found you."

"Crossing the infinite starry sea, being chased by ancient crocodiles, escaping from the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Area, everything, finally arrived here."

"I, Ji Taxian, can finally recognize my ancestors and return to my clan!"

The Void Emperor Mirror trembled and flew back into the hands of the Ji family's old Saint.

"That's about enough." The Ji family's old Saint coughed and signaled: "We are all our own people, don't pretend anymore."

"Alright."

Lin Xian wiped away his tears instantly, jumped up like a carp, sat upright, and said: "Old Brother Ji, you can believe me now."

"Old Brother Ji?" The Ji family's old Saint had a black face. He hadn't heard this kind of address for many years.

But he was too lazy to correct it, because Lin Xian was really a descendant of Yan and Huang.

If you calculate carefully, the people of Earth are the ancestors of the Ji family.

Calling him Old Brother, he still took advantage.

"If it is really as you said..." The Ji family's old Saint paused and said excitedly: "Four Great Emperors becoming spiritual, combined with the Emperor's Immortal Array, and if a few more Emperor Weapons are added."

"This lineup can kill Imperial-level experts!"

The identities of prey and hunter were converted in an instant. At that time, it would no longer be the Supremes hunting the universe, but throwing themselves into the net.

"Defense is more than enough, but offense is insufficient."

Lin Xian coughed, interrupted the Ji family's old Saint's fantasy, and said solemnly: "Supremes are all former Great Emperors, and there is no fool who will run to die by himself."

"What a pity!" The Ji family's old Saint sighed. As a descendant of the Void Great Emperor, he was born with a blood feud with Undying Mountain, an endless relationship.

When he was young, he also wanted to attain the Dao, continue the legend of the Void Great Emperor, and kill a generation of Supremes.

Unfortunately, his potential was limited, and reaching the Saint realm was his limit.

"Unless..." Lin Xian paused, a smile appeared on his face, and he lowered his voice: "Bind more forces and collect all the Emperor Weapons in the universe."

"How is that possible!"

The Ji family's old Saint subconsciously retorted. Holy Lands and aristocratic families have their own interests. How can they unite?

When Emperor Weapons meet, they have to decide who is superior first. How can they cooperate?

Unless there is a huge danger that threatens the life of the Emperor Weapon, the god of the Emperor Weapon will be willing to put down their pride and join hands.

"Under normal circumstances, naturally it is impossible."

Lin Xian said indifferently: "What if the Dark Turmoil breaks out and threatens the safety of the descendants of the Great Emperors?"

The Ji family's old Saint was slightly stunned. He was also an old fox, and soon reacted, thinking and asking: "You mean, let them go to Earth too."

"No."

Lin Xian smiled brilliantly and said leisurely: "It is to let the Holy Lands and aristocratic families beg us to board the ship of salvation and go to the Primordial Ancient Star to avoid the Dark Turmoil."

"In the face of life-and-death crises, people will naturally abandon external things."

"How much is a ticket that can save a life worth?"

"At that time, how many Sages will smash pots and sell iron, wanting to let their own disciples go to the Pure Land of the Other Shore."

"How many experts and Great Powers want to protect their own descendants, continue the bloodline, and spare no cost."

"This is the hope of life."

Others are afraid, I am greedy; others are greedy, I am afraid.

Great risk is also a great opportunity.

How terrifying the Dark Supremes are, the cultivators of the great universe will work as hard as they can to survive.

Lin Xian whispered like a devil. The Ji family's old Saint's eyes widened instantly, and he said with a trembling voice: "This game of chess is too big!"

So big that the Desolate Ancient aristocratic family couldn't eat it, so big that even a Saint felt cold.

If it capsizes, it will drag the entire universe to be buried with it, and even the Emperor Weapon won't be able to protect the Ji family.

"Naturally, it's not just the Ji family."

Lin Xian counted with his fingers: "Huang Emperor is the Void Great Emperor, Yan Emperor is the Hengyu Great Emperor, Laozi is the Moral Heavenly Venerable, Shakyamuni is the Amitabha Great Emperor. That's four families. Add our Green Lotus and Tianxuan, that's six families."

"That ghost place of the Primordial Ancient Star, who knows how many old mummies are buried."

"Migrate the Light Race near the Primordial Ancient Star, let the Dark Supremes blood-wash the Light Race, and the Emperor Weapon will mourn."

"Do you guess if a Light God Yahweh will jump out on Earth?"

"And the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Fuxi, Nuwa, Dayu..."

"The water of the Primordial Ancient Star is very deep!"

The Ji family's old Saint and the Old Madman became more and more terrified as they listened. What kind of ghost place is this? Earth, Primordial Ancient Star, is it really that terrifying?

"Another Emperor-Burying Star." The Old Madman said in a deep voice, revealing the truth of the ages.

The enlightened ones whose Dao hearts fell and who cut themselves chose to hibernate on the Big Dipper. The enlightened ones who were unwilling to launch the Dark Turmoil but were unwilling to die were buried on Earth.

This is the two extremes of life and death. There is death in life, and there is life in death.

Some Supremes seem to be alive, but they are actually dead; some Supremes seem to be dead, but they are alive forever.

At this moment, even System 10086 couldn't help but sigh: "Host, you are playing a bit big, you are really not afraid of death."

"Not afraid of death? It is precisely because I am afraid of death that I do this."

Lin Xian sighed in his heart: "The Dark Turmoil more than two hundred years later, the Supreme Death Tribulation, the Big Dipper exploded, the universe was blood-washed, nine out of ten living beings did not survive, even Ye Fan, a person with great luck, was hanging by a thread."

"How can I guarantee that I can survive the Dark Turmoil."

"Count on the Green Emperor? An immortal flower that should have become an immortal but lost contact with itself."

"Count on the Ruthless One? A Forbidden Area Master, a sister-con who cares about no one except Ye Fan?"

"I'm just seeking to live."

Only by living can you lie flat. If you die, that's called lying and rotting, lying flat in the morgue.

Surviving the death tribulation of the Dark Turmoil is the truly carefree life.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 85 =====