Chapter 1641

Oh shit!

Suddenly, Donghuang Taixin cried out, pulling all the pseudo-emperors into a dream.

At these words, all the pseudo-emperors froze in place.

Before they could ask why, Donghuang Taixin pulled out Ming Jue.

Wow!

Ming Jue, dragged out of the dream, clutched his belly and gagged, blood gushing from his mouth.

"What the hell is going on?" the pseudo-emperors exclaimed in shock.

"I don't know," Donghuang Taixin shook his head.

"Did this guy eat something bad?" Ming Jue coughed weakly, rubbing his belly, staring around strangely—so many pseudo-emperors, why were they all staring at him? Their gazes sparkled like flames, as if they could pierce two holes through him.

"Little one, come with me," Nangong Yue smiled gently, her beautiful eyes deep beyond measure, able to pierce through the River of Ages and see through Ming Jue's reincarnations. What manner of being was she, if not able to discern that this child's identity was undoubtedly the reincarnation of the Great Chu Emperor?

Though young, she had experience; she knew of Ximen Wudi's deeds beyond the sect. Ming Jue was Ximen Wudi's second avatar—since he was the second avatar, he naturally inherited Ximen Wudi's nature. That bastard was a schemer, a swindler, a villain without equal. Such a talent, if brought into Great Chu, would surely add a brilliant hue to Ximen Wudi's legacy. She admired Ximen Wudi, but never dreamed of possessing him—but that didn't mean she couldn't cultivate him.

"Go chill somewhere cool," Ming Jue shot Nangong Yue a sideways glance, then vanished back into the dream, refusing to engage her. A bunch of ancient immortals—say one wrong word and they take it out on him. If he followed her to Great Chu, he'd likely get beaten senseless. Besides, he wasn't stupid—he knew how much everyone hated this avatar of his.

Yet he didn't understand why the Emperor of Darkness had bestowed the Emperor Dao inheritance. Was it because the Emperor of Darkness awakened too late, unworthy, unfit to possess the Emperor Dao inheritance?

But if so, why had he passed on the Emperor of Darkness' Divine Body?

"Emperor Dao inheritance—defies heaven, rewrites fate," the Emperor of Darkness murmured, voice ancient and hoarse. "I don't believe I, Ming Jue, will lose to him. I am the true Emperor of Darkness. I am the true Great Completion Holy Body."

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression deranged, as if insane—he ignored the heavenly punishment crashing down upon him.

Hum!

With the hum echoing again, a vast sea of immortals materialized.

The master of this immortal sea was an emperor—he was the founding marshal of the ancient Da Luo Divine Dynasty: War King.

"My inheritance—you are unworthy," War King said coldly.

"I am the Emperor of Darkness. I am the Emperor of Darkness."

The Emperor of Darkness roared, stepped forward, ascended the heavens, and slashed out a divine blade, cleaving through the air toward War King.

War King stood firm, motionless, neither dodging nor defending, only gazing down at the Emperor of Darkness with cold, lifeless eyes.

Puff!

Blood splattered—the divine blade shattered.

Puff!

Blood mist spread—the Emperor of Darkness fell from the sky, half his right leg severed, exposed bone and blood, his imperial bones cracked. Black lightning crackled across the wound, sizzling, tearing through flesh, damaging not only his body but also his Dao roots and origin. His fallen imperial body visibly reshaped its bloodlines.

Yet his recovery could not halt the heavenly tribulation.

The heavenly punishment intensified, thunder booming through the nine heavens. The tribulation was no longer one, but two, then three—each bolt of lightning a force of annihilation, seeking to destroy the Emperor of Darkness.

Aaah…!

1432 was beaten black and blue.

The Emperor of Darkness howled, his third eye revealing the imperial seal—a seal-character "Xing." Though at the peak of pseudo-emperor, he could not withstand the power of the imperial tribulation.

Bang! Clang! Clang!

Ear-splitting sounds echoed through Zhao Qiankun—his imperial seal exploded, obliterated by a single strike of the imperial tribulation. Even the emperor's divine immortal art could not withstand the assault—it shattered instantly. Yet he still stood firm, though his aura had weakened considerably.

Boom! Boom-boom!

Thunder rumbled endlessly in the void, each lightning bolt apocalyptic. Each strike left the Emperor of Darkness staggering, blood dripping from his lips, his imperial body drenched in blood.

"Damn it, why two?" Ming Jue cursed, bewildered, focused only on fleeing—yet he forgot he was the Emperor Dao heir.

The pseudo-emperors collectively ignored Ming Jue's questioning—was this guy brain-dead or blind? Couldn't he see it was two imperial tribulations?

The Emperor of Darkness said nothing—who dared contradict him? Secrets of such beings must not be spoken lightly.

"No, I won't accept it. I won't accept it. Why target only me?"

"You coward, don't play like this. You're the Emperor of Darkness of Great Chu—I won't accept it!"

"You bastard, picking on a good kid, huh!" Ming Jue cursed again.

Too bad—cursing did nothing. Though he could borrow the Law of Reincarnation, he could only borrow, not control. The imperial tribulation targeted the Emperor of Darkness' inheritance specifically—reincarnation meant nothing before it.

He was unwilling, yet powerless.

He was just unlucky—caught right as the Emperor of Darkness' inheritance had degraded, and then stumbled upon an imperial tribulation.

Yet what surprised him was that this inheritance came in two— one from his father, the other from his uncle, Ming Jue. How absurdly coincidental.

His uncle Ming Jue was equally embarrassed—he had recently competed for the Emperor of Darkness' inheritance himself, and got beaten black and blue. Now, with the inheritance degraded into two, he was again unlucky—chosen first.

He was even more tragic—not only chosen as the heir, but never even met the one who chose him.

"No way—they've teamed up?" Ximen Wudi murmured, glancing at Donghuang Taixin.

"Guess."

"Your seventh brother doesn't seem like the type to sit quietly," Donghuang Taixin shrugged.

"Come to think of it—he isn't," Ximen Wudi rubbed his chin.

"That legend… has come true."

"What legend? Tell me."

"Legend says the first emperor of Great Chu will join forces with Ji Ningshuang of the Eastern Zhou Wuwang to visit Great Chu and jointly seal it. Along the way, countless enemies have been destroyed, some perished under the Great Chu Emperor's slaughter. Among them was one of equal rank—named War King," Donghuang Taixin explained with a smile. "His cultivation equaled that of the Eastern Zhou Wuwang, yet his battle experience was woefully lacking—he lost hundreds of times, shattered and rebuilt again and again, never passing the imperial tribulation. Until death, he remained gloomy."

"Do you recall what War King said at the end?" Ximen Wudi turned his head.

"He said his inheritance was stolen by a man named Ximen Xingchen. Should Ximen Wudi ever attain emperorhood, he would settle this grudge."

"Ximen… Ximen Xingchen?"

"Yep! The tenth emperor of Great Chu—the Primordial Holy Body."

"This… this…"

Ximen Wudi's expression turned vivid, his eyes wide with astonishment as he stared fixedly at Donghuang Taixin.

The Ximen Xingchen of the 1433th Grand World

He hadn't just heard the legend of Ximen Xingchen—he really was called Ximen Xingchen, but he wasn't the Ximen Xingchen of this era.

Moreover, the title Ximen Xingchen was exceedingly tyrannical.

This Ximen Xingchen did not belong to this Da Chu era, but was the Ximen Xingchen of the Grand World; that man had once fought Donghuang Taixin, lost, and nearly been obliterated.

Now, returning to the Myriad Realms of the Multiverse, his goal was to crush Ximen Xingchen beneath his feet.

Yet his target was not Da Chu, but the Myriad Realms of the Multiverse, and the first person he sought was the Imperial Prince of Da Zhou, Gusu Murong Qiushui.

Ximen Wudi had always thought the Imperial Prince of Da Zhou, Gusu Murong Qiushui, was no ordinary man; his mother was Da Zhou's first beauty and the Imperial Prince's birth mother, but sadly, she died early, and the Imperial Prince was sent to Dongzhou, where he remained for tens of thousands of years until Da Zhou's fall.

The Imperial Prince of Da Zhou was also something of an oddity: not only was he sent to Dongzhou, but he was also granted the imperial surname.

Gusu Murong Qiushui's birth mother was Da Zhou's first Princess; her mother, Gusu Murong Yundie, was an anomaly within the Dongzhou imperial family, personally dispatched to Dongzhou by the Da Zhou Emperor.

"No wonder Da Chu's first beauty—this birth mother was truly stunning," Ximen Wudi mused inwardly.

"I think that Gusu Murong Qiushui is also an oddity," Donghuang Taixin remarked with a smile.

"No way—the first beauty of Da Zhou is an oddity? That's actually interesting," Ximen Wudi sneered, involuntarily imagining the appearance of Gusu Murong Yundie, Gusu Murong Qiushui's birth mother.

"Indeed, that Gusu Murong Qiushui not only possesses beauty that captivates all, but also has a pair of eerie violet eyes; it is said he is the most formidable monster in Da Zhou's history—his violet eyes can pierce through all illusions, revealing the true nature of any being, whether cultivator or mortal; once seen through, the soul dissolves into the air and vanishes utterly." Donghuang Taixin murmured in awe.

"No way!"

Ximen Wudi sucked in a sharp breath.

Violet eyes—he knew of such things, of course; he had seen people with violet eyes before, including himself—he had violet eyes too, but his were not true violet eyes, but a heavenly-born divine pupil; this secret, save for himself, was known to no one.

Yet Gusu Murong Qiushui actually possessed true violet eyes, capable of seeing through the soul essence of all living beings—this power truly shook Ximen Wudi.

"That rumor was true," Ximen Wudi fell silent.

"I suspect that Da Zhou's Emperor was a man of great wisdom; otherwise, he would never have created such a legacy," Donghuang Taixin shook his head.

Ximen Wudi sighed; he considered himself no less than that Da Zhou Emperor, yet he could only look up to him—no matter how high his talent, before the Da Zhou Emperor, he was but a firefly.

"What about you? What is your legacy?" Donghuang Taixin asked.

"My legacy?" Ximen Wudi blinked, then smiled bitterly: "My legacy is extremely difficult."

"You can't be struggling with Da Chu's legacy too!" Donghuang Taixin rolled his eyes, yet he did not truly believe Ximen Wudi was incapable.

Ximen Wudi did not conceal anything—he recounted his situation in full.

"Da Chu's legacy is merely Da Zhou Empire's legacy; perhaps because of this legacy, your identity became a secret, so your origins were buried—no one dared mention it, or else all of Da Chu would go mad," Donghuang Taixin analyzed.