novelraw Chapter 1006 1000: Legacy
Chapter 1006 1000: Legacy
Hall of All Clans.
In the Suspended Imperial Palace.
Empyrean Tian sat at the top, dressed in a golden robe, surrounded by flames, like a sun emitting boundless light that could illuminate the nine heavens and ten earths.
Beside him, Bai Ze stood with hands behind his back, wearing a white robe, his long hair cascading behind him, each strand glistening, dancing without wind, exuding a sense of timelessness.
The two of them did not speak, seemingly waiting for something.
"Lord Emperor, all the ancient texts have been fully translated!"
After an unknown amount of time, a figure, pale and emaciated, with a weak aura, walked in.
This person was the Master of Literature!
In his hand, he held a spatial ring.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Upon hearing this, Empyrean Tian quickly stood up, walked down the nine steps, took the spatial ring from the Master of Literature's hand, and said with a smile.
As he spoke, he released a wisp of spiritual power and discovered that the spatial ring was already filled with translated texts, making his smile even brighter.
Then, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes as he slowly extended his right hand and placed it on the Master of Literature's head.
"But it's also time for you to depart!"
Empyrean Tian said calmly.
The ancient demon court texts were crucial to the rise of the myriad clans across the heavens.
Therefore, he wanted to ensure there were no mistakes in the contents of the texts, and the simplest and most direct way was to perform a Soul Search on the Master of Literature.
In the palm of his hand, strands of brilliant black light gathered, twisting time and space, shattering voidness, carrying the power to devour souls, extremely malevolent.
"Before I die, could the Lord Emperor agree to two of my requests?"
In response, the Master of Literature showed no sign of panic, as if he had anticipated it, and asked hoarsely.
"Speak!"
Empyrean Tian's hand paused slightly in motion, and he asked.
"First, after my death, find a fine burial site for me, with the tombstone facing the Literary Realm!"
"Second, after you kill Qin Wudao, place his head in front of my tomb!"
The Master of Literature said in a deep voice.
Upon mentioning Qin Wudao, his eyes burned with intense anger.
He hated deeply!
If not for the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court, he would still be the exalted master of the Literary Realm.
If not for the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court, he would not have been abandoned by all the literary veins of the heavens and reduced to a worthless state.
This enmity had surpassed life and death.
For this reason, he devoted himself tirelessly to translating the ancient demon texts, gambling his life to ensure the early demise of the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court.
"Granted!"
"Have a safe journey!"
Regarding the Master of Literature's conditions, Empyrean Tian agreed without hesitation.
As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his five fingers, shattering the Master of Literature's skull, as the black power of soul-devouring surged in to probe the Master of Literature's memory.
Four hours later, Empyrean Tian withdrew his right hand, took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his blood-stained fingers.
As for the Master of Literature's corpse, it had long gone cold.
"Lord Emperor, how is it?"
Bai Ze stepped forward and asked.
"No problems!"
Empyrean Tian nodded with a smile, no longer maintaining his former majesty and composure, and excitedly said: "The Saint Cultivation Technique, the method to remove karmic forces, the method to rebuild the Demon Court—all are here!"
But there was something he did not mention.
Among all the texts, there was a cultivation technique called the "Ten Thousand Demon Tactics," which was the technique practiced by the ancient demon emperor.
Within this cultivation technique, there was a method to condense the 'Holy Position'.
The Holy Position!
The foundation for proving the path to sainthood.
It was also the most crucial step, just like breaking through to the Daluo Golden Immortal state, needing to condense the Great Luo status.
Without the method to condense the 'Holy Position', no matter how high one's talent, one could not break through.
And the saint cultivation methods also had differences in strength and weakness.
"Ten Thousand Demon Tactics!"
It was the strongest method for becoming a saint in the ancient demon court.
"Congratulations, Lord Emperor!"
After hearing this, Bai Ze was also full of excitement; with these heritages, they had the hope to break through to a Quasi-Saint, rebuild the demon court, and restore the honor of the demon clan.
"Lord Emperor!"
At this time, a sound of hurried footsteps echoed, and Gold Silkworm rushed in, returning from the Eighth Heaven, with a face filled with sadness and respectfully reported: "The Demon King Jiu Jiang has fallen!"
Upon hearing this.
The joyful atmosphere inside the hall instantly evaporated.
"What happened?"
Empyrean Tian's smile vanished, and he asked coldly.
Jiu Jiang, in charge of the All Clans Hall's intelligence agency 'Brocade,' was his right-hand man; his fall would surely severely impact the intelligence system of the All Clans Hall.
"Yesterday, Jiu Jiang led the elite death warriors of 'Brocade' to the Eighth Heaven to ambush Qin Wudao, and unfortunately... failed!"
"I have investigated and confirmed that the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court possesses a literary Immortal Emperor, but who it is remains undetermined!"
Gold Silkworm said in a deep voice, a pair of eyes filled with the aura of murderous intent, anger, and dread.
The development speed of the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court was really too fast.
"Qin Dynasty Immortal Court, you're courting death!"
Empyrean Tian clenched his fist, his expression icy cold, emitting boundless murderous intent that overshadowed everything, covering the sky.
Upon learning of Jiu Jiang's fall, his intent to kill the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court once again reached a new peak.
First, the nine sons were killed!
Now his right-hand man was harmed!
He felt an impulsive urge to disregard everything and attack the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court once more.
Bang!
This thought emerged.
The sky in the Northern Emperor Dao State shook.
Changkong billowed with clouds, manifesting a phantom of a golden crow, exuding unparalleled ferocity, causing the world to change color, the sun and moon losing their light, even affecting meteorites outside the world's firmament, falling and turning to voidness.
"Lord Emperor, calm your anger!"
"The pressing matter is to study the ancient demon court inheritance, dispel karmic forces, and rebuild the demon court!"
"As for the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court, it's not too late to attack once his majesty ascends to the throne!"
Seeing Empyrean Tian about to lose his sanity, Bai Ze quickly counseled.
And his words, listening to Gold Silkworm, was like endless thunder roaring, leaving him completely stunned.
Ascend to the throne?
Rebuild the demon court?
Could it be...
"I understand!"
Hearing Bai Ze's words, Empyrean Tian temporarily calmed down. He knew that to begin a war with the Qin Dynasty Immortal Court now would surely end in defeat.
For hundreds of years, all clans across the heavens have been entangled in karmic forces, and even though he used the ancient great demon's blood to enhance the clan's lineage, there was not much improvement in strength.
So, he still needed to wait.
Wait until karmic forces were expelled!
Wait until he established the demon court and enhanced the clan's strength!
By then, it would be the best time to declare war on the human clans!
...
Juxu Mountain!
Cangjie's Cave!
Chen Sheng and Wu Guang navigated countless challenges to arrive at a wondrous location.
Before them stood countless divine mountains reaching the heavens, some like sharp swords, others like fierce blades, or like dragons and tigers, exuding vast momentum.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that atop each towering mountain stood a colossal statue, radiating billions of divine lights, seemingly beyond the Six Paths, not within the Five Elements, transcending Yin and Yang.
These statues were male and female, old and young...
These statues included armored generals, scholarly figures with feather fans and silk kerchiefs, righteous swordsmen...
The poses of these statues varied; some had arms folded, some held weapons high, some howled to the sky, some had grim expressions...
Each statue was unique, with different characteristics.
But one thing was common—they were all ancestors of the human race.