Chapter 257: Wang Siyuan's Shock: The Showdown Between the Demon Emperor and the Gold Emperor

On the deck, Feng Yi stood with hands behind his back, his eyes smiling as he sized up the white-clad youth before him, beautiful as a woman.

Meanwhile, Wang Siyuan standing before him rarely lost his usual confidence of having everything under control, instead showing an expression of astonishment as if he had seen a ghost.

Almost instinctively, the black and white points in Wang Siyuan's pupils circulated, interpreting Yin-Yang Five Elements, the numbers of the Heavenly Mechanism's Great Evolution.

"Pfft"

"Cough cough cough"

Before he could finish the deduction, a terrible backlash surged; Wang Siyuan felt his vision go dark and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Afterwards, he began to cough violently, even bending over from the coughing.

At this moment, Wang Siyuan's breath became extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, his face pallid to the point of losing all color.

Watching Wang Siyuan cough violently, Feng Yi truly worried he might die from coughing in the next second.

"If you don't court death, you won't die!"

Feng Yi gently shook his head and spoke softly: "Young Master Wang, are you alright?"

His voice was not loud, yet it contained a mysterious ripple that instantly smoothed the surrounding Heavenly Mechanism backlash.

"I'm fine. Cough cough cough. Haha, I'm fine."

After a while, Wang Siyuan stopped coughing and wiped the blood from his mouth with a handkerchief.

However, at this moment he not only ignored the Heavenly Mechanism backlash afflicting him, but his eyes burned like flames, revealing a madness—a fervor for things beyond his control.

"Greetings, Prince Jin!"

Wang Siyuan made a slight bow, looking at Feng Yi with a maddened gaze, as if beholding a rare treasure.

"He's truly a madman, yet also a born spellcaster!"

Sensing the fervor in Wang Siyuan's gaze, Feng Yi inwardly nodded.

If one did not know the original work and understand this person's nature of scheming for all beings, it would be hard not to suspect that Young Master Wang had some peculiar fetish.

"No need for excessive courtesy."

Feng Yi lightly waved his hand, smiling: "I never expected to meet Young Master Wang here—what a coincidence!"

"Cough cough."

Wang Siyuan laughed in a tone akin to coughing: "Coincidence? Indeed quite a coincidence; I also didn't expect to meet Your Highness this time—is this fate's guidance? Interesting, truly fascinating, hahaha cough cough."

Wang Siyuan first laughed loudly, then, laughing, he began to cough violently again, even feeling unable to catch his breath.

"That he's alive to this day is a miracle!"

Seeing Wang Siyuan laughing and coughing before him, as if he might die any second, Feng Yi couldn't help but think that thought.

After a while, Wang Siyuan stopped laughing, his tone inexplicably said: "I didn't expect there to be someone like Your Highness in this world—it truly opens my eyes; I don't know what Your Highness seeks from me this time."

Although they were clearly a chance encounter, Wang Siyuan wore the expression that everything had been arranged by the other party.

Feng Yi also did not object, lightly saying: "It's simple; I wish to fully control Great Jin, and I need your Wang Clan's support."

Southern Jin appears to be a nation, but can actually be seen as an alliance of many clans; the Zhao Clan of the Divine Capital seems to be the leader elected by those clans.

Consequently, the Southern Jin emperor cannot truly have his word be law; he must look at the faces of the many clans.

With this body of his, Feng Yi must walk the true path of the Human Emperor, govern heaven with the human way, thoroughly transform the True Realm and even the pattern of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds—naturally he cannot remain shackled by these clans.

The Wang Clan, having endured from the Ancient Era to the present with the deepest foundations, if it fully supports Feng Yi, can also reduce some troubles for him.

Of course, the reason Feng Yi sought Wang Siyuan is more importantly due to the Luo Book, this ultimate treasure representing the Yi Dao; the Wang Clan is merely incidental.

"Hum"

The moment his words fell, Wang Siyuan's expression changed slightly.

In his eyes, the figure before him seemed to undergo a special change, bearing some dignity and majesty, giving him an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Your Highness, are you going to walk the Ancient Era Human Emperor's path?"

Wang Siyuan's expression held a hint of surprise, then he gave a low chuckle: "I see, Your Highness is actually that one. No wonder."

After glancing at Wang Siyuan, Feng Yi did not correct his guess, speaking calmly: "As compensation, I promise to help you in the future untie the fateful shackles binding your Wang Clan."

"Boom"

Wang Siyuan suddenly widened his eyes, looking at Feng Yi with a maddened expression: "Your Highness, do you know the secret behind our Wang Clan?"

"I have some understanding."

Feng Yi smiled casually, turned his gaze to the distant heavens and earth, and said leisurely: "The Number Sage's mastery of the Heavenly Mechanism's Way has indeed reached an extremely high level, able to find a sliver of life for your Wang Clan in the great calamity, but this sliver of life comes at a price—this price is precisely the shackle now binding your Wang Clan."

Speaking of the Number Sage, he too is a talent; with a Heavenly Immortal's body, he could faintly sense the Demonic Buddha Great Calamity and traced it back to the former incarnation of the Demonic Buddha, the Great Arhat Ananda of that time.

He gave his own life as payment, dying under Ananda's karmic stain, thereby passing the karma protecting the Wang Clan onto Ananda.

It is precisely thanks to the protection of the Heavenly Dao Monster controlled by Ananda that the Wang Clan could safely avoid the various great calamities of the True Realm, enduring from the Ancient Era to the present time point, becoming one of the oldest forces in the True Realm.

Of course, this protection also comes with a price.

Thus the Wang Clan has developed deep karmic ties with the Heavenly Dao Monster; each generation of Wang Clan members who study the Calculation Classics will encounter great terrors in their later years, and after death will be assimilated by the Heavenly Dao Monster, becoming part of it.

Moreover, because the Wang Clan's inheritance is ancient, other great powers have set their sights on it, extending their hands into this old clan and continually scheming.

By the present age, the Wang Clan has become a battlefield where many great powers contend, and its members have become pawns of those great powers.

"Number Sage Ancestor"

A flicker of realization appeared in Wang Siyuan's eyes as he murmured: "I see."

Having said that, Wang Siyuan turned to Feng Yi and asked curiously: "Your Highness, I don't know"

"Heavenly Mechanism must not be revealed."

Before Wang Siyuan's words were fully spoken, Feng Yi directly cut him off.

He gave a half-smile, looking at Wang Siyuan: "Your Wang Clan has a family precept."

"\"Divinations not exhausted, affairs not carried to extremes, words not spoken fully. \""

The Wang Clan's precept left by the Number Sage Ancestor blurted out; Wang Siyuan looked at the expression of the figure before him, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

After all, are you a god‑swindler, or am I?

At this moment, Wang Siyuan finally began to understand how others felt when facing him.

Dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, Wang Siyuan shook his head: "Your Highness, if you need the Wang family's support, you should go see my father; I am no longer the head of the Wang family and cannot decide its future."

Hehe.

Feng Yi looked at Wang Siyuan without changing his expression, gave a light chuckle, and said: "I believe Young Master Wang, you can definitely make the head of the Wang family change his mind."

This

Gazing at the figure before him that seemed to see through him completely, Wang Siyuan couldn't help but feel a strange emotion arise in his heart.

At this moment he felt that the one standing before him was not the Human Emperor, but a sorcerer far stronger than himself.

His thoughts turning, Wang Siyuan pondered a moment, then sank his mind into his body, connecting with the supreme treasure he had brought this time—the Wang family's ancestral divine weapon, the Luo Book.

It was precisely because of the Luo Book's guidance that he came here on a sudden impulse.

Wang Siyuan wanted to use his family's peerless ancestral divine weapon to deduce whether the person before him was the one he had guessed.

Huh?

Having sunk his mind into his body, Wang Siyuan discovered that for some reason he could not activate his family's peerless ancestral divine weapon.

At this moment the Luo Book gave him a strange feeling of not wanting to be disturbed.

He even faintly sensed a hint of rejection.

What's going on?

A doubt arose in Wang Siyuan's mind, for the Luo Book is the Wang family's ancestral divine weapon; over hundreds of thousands of years it has retained the spiritual imprints of countless Wang ancestors—how could it fail to be activated?

On the other side, after glancing at Wang Siyuan, Feng Yi seemed to sense something.

With a reach, a whoosh, the Luo Book shot out from Wang Siyuan's body and landed in his hand.

The black and white dots and the numbers of yin‑yang and the five elements engraved on the tortoise shell kept shifting, resembling an ancient tome that exhausts the principles of heavenly secrets and calculations, perfectly harmonizing with Feng Yi's vital energy.

Wang Siyuan did not panic at the divine weapon being taken; instead, he looked at this harmonious scene before him with a strange expression.

At this moment he had an illusion that the person before him—the future Human Emperor—was the true master of his family's ancestral divine weapon.

"Your Highness."

Wang Siyuan pondered a moment, then said: "Are you certain you will walk the path of the Human Emperor in the future?"

"Naturally."

Feng Yi, while playing with the tortoise shell in his hand and contemplating its principles, smiled and said: "Besides, as a Human Emperor, knowing a bit of heavenly secret calculation techniques is quite normal, isn't it!"

After saying that, he did not directly seize this peerless treasure of the other shore; it was not yet the time.

With a thought, an intangible imprint merged into the Luo Book; then Feng Yi casually waved his hand, and the Luo Book turned into a stream of light, returning to Wang Siyuan's front.

"Is that normal?"

Wang Siyuan reached out and took the Luo Book before him; he even faintly felt a hint of reluctance from it.

After all, who truly is the master of the Luo Book?

As this thought rose in his mind, Wang Siyuan felt increasingly strange.

However, after looking at the Luo Book in his hand, he also made up his mind completely, clasped his hands and said: "Your Highness, the Wang family accepts your terms."

Even the Luo Book, this peerless divine weapon, has approved—does the Wang family's opinion still matter?

"Good!"

Feng Yi nodded, without asking Wang Siyuan how he would persuade his father.

Having put away the Luo Book, Wang Siyuan came to Feng Yi's side, stood beside him, and smiled: "Your Highness, your coming to Jiangdong this time is surely not just for our Wang family affairs, is it?"

If it were only for the Wang family, going straight to Guangling would suffice; why lead him here?

Feng Yi turned his gaze toward the distant heavens and earth; in the depths of his pupils reflected a long sword brimming with human dao radiance, and he said leisurely: "Young Master Wang is correct; the final destination of my Jiangdong trip this time is Dragon Terrace."

"The place where the Human Emperor forges his sword?"

A flicker of realization appeared in Wang Siyuan's eyes: "So it's for the Human Emperor Sword? Your Highness, are you certain the Human Emperor Sword truly lies in Dragon Terrace?"

The rumor that the Human Emperor forged his sword at Dragon Terrace has spread throughout the ages; countless emperors have sent people to Wu Commandery's Dragon Terrace City seeking this human dao treasure to suppress dynastic fortunes, yet all have come up empty-handed.

By now, the Human Emperor Sword has completely become a legend.

Feng Yi did not speak, but gazed deeply into the distant heavens and earth; his inner vital energy grew ever more unfathomable.

Wang Siyuan looked at the figure beside him, felt the increasingly noble aura, and grew more convinced of a certain suspicion in his heart.

"Indeed, a great calamity is approaching!"

Dragon Terrace City in Wu Commandery, famed for the Human Emperor's sword forging there, is one of the oldest cities in the present world.

Ten li outside Dragon Terrace City, Wang Siyuan gazed at the vast, misty lake before him, a hint of unusual color appearing in his eyes.

"Your Highness, you say this is the true place where the Human Emperor forges his sword, Dragon Terrace?"

The great lake before him seemed to have been filtered layer upon layer; the water was clear, yet deep down crimson‑red liquid like fire and gloomy black vapor continually welled up, forming an inexplicable change with the surface water before dissipating into nothing.

"Correct."

Countless hexagrams flowed in Feng Yi's eyes, reflecting the lakebed's scenery; he spoke leisurely: "At the end of the Middle Ages, the Demon Buddha came to Dragon Terrace seeking the Human Emperor Sword, found nothing, and in his fury destroyed this place; over the ensuing ages it gradually transformed into the lake before us that communicates with subterranean magma and yin fire, while the Dragon Terrace City ten li away is merely a later reconstruction."

As he spoke, Feng Yi's vital energy shifted; strands of sacred, solemn human dao radiance coiled around his side, faintly showing the mortal world of human dao and the myriad aspects of all beings, which merged with the great lake before him into a whole.

Hum

An inexplicable surge flowed between heaven and earth; Feng Yi's mind connected with a vast will, and the Human Emperor's status he contained trembled violently.

The next moment, heaven and earth blurred, and the figures of Feng Yi and Wang Siyuan vanished simultaneously from the spot.

With his mind returned, what entered Feng Yi's eyes was an ancient, solemn hall; behind the hall lay a passageway only wide enough for two to walk side by side.

Human Emperor's Ancient Path!

This thought arose in his mind, yet Feng Yi did not enter the ancient path; instead, he looked with a strange expression at the two figures standing before it.

They were two beautiful girls in simple, elegant long robes; one had exquisite features, her lovely innocence tinged with a charm that sprang from her very bones, purity and sensuality coexisting.

More importantly, this girl wields a black-gold long spear resembling a spreading-wing phoenix, emitting a terrifying aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the other girl wears a pure white dress, her aura ethereal and holy, with a hint of divinity in her brow.

At the same time, this girl holds a plain-colored banner; around her, mist swirls and exotic fragrance flickers, her aura not in the slightest inferior to that of the black-gold spear.

Heir of the Demon Saint!

Phoenix Wing Black Gold Spear!

Gu Xiaosang!

Plain-Colored Cloud Realm Flag!

One name after another surfaced in Feng Yi's mind.

Looking at the two girls before him who seemed opposed like needles, he felt their auras intertwining, as if they would immediately awaken and battle, these peerless beings of the far shore, and Feng Yi's heart involuntarily gave rise to a hint of doubt.

What happened?

How did the Demon Saint and the Golden Emperor seem to have formed a standoff?

No!

Feng Yi's spiritual sense twitched slightly, and a mysterious feeling arose in his heart.

It should be the Demon Emperor and the Golden Emperor facing off against each other!

Has the Demon Emperor reappeared in the world?

Just then, the two girls simultaneously turned their gazes toward Feng Yi.

In an instant, Feng Yi's spiritual sense violently trembled, as if he sensed two pairs of deep, mysterious, lofty eyes descending from an unknown height.

(End of Chapter)