With Honghuang being suppressed, the war that swept across the heavens finally came to an end.
All parties are on their way home. Although the prehistoric era has been suppressed, people in the world cannot be happy. Instead, there are tears in their eyes. Fatigue, vicissitudes, and sorrow are engraved on their faces. They are speechless all the way. All that can be heard are sobs and sobs. Howling and crying.
If you think about it, there is no winner in this battle.
There were heavy casualties in the prehistoric times, and so were the heavens. Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood flowed.
The great country is devastated, with ruins as far as the eye can see, covered with scarlet blood. There are too many heroic souls, not even the bones are left, too many inheritances, killed by the prehistoric times to extinction, too many living creatures, ancient stars, because of It collapsed and was left homeless.
Dachu under the moon is filled with blood mist and is shrouded in sorrow.
The monks of Da Chu gathered together. The patron saint of Da Chu, the emperor of Da Chu, the Holy Lord of Heaven, and the leaders of various ministries were all there. They stood on the border of Northern and Southern Chu. Facing the ruins of the city wall of Southern Chu, they sprinkled a piece of wine, and countless people burst into tears. , that bloody city wall has buried too many heroic souls.
That night, a stone monument called the Tomb of Heroes was erected in Dachu again. It was engraved with a personal name. There were reincarnated people, those who died in the invasion of demons, and those who were buried in the great war. They were densely packed, and some were still alive. , and some people are just personal names.
Just like Da Chu, the Netherworld Continent, Xuanhuang Continent, various star regions, and various ancient stars have also erected hero monuments, placed offerings of fruits, inserted musk, and sprinkled muddy wine to commemorate the souls of the heroes who died in the battle. , the whole starry sky was filled with howling and crying.
A raging fire of war washed the heavens into blood, leaving everything devastated.
After the war, the years of recuperation came.
The monks from all over the world who gathered because of the war in the wild took the mortals with them and ran to all directions. With blood and tears, they embarked on a journey back to their hometowns to rebuild their homes.
In addition to these, the creatures in various realms have also opened up ancient living stars. Their hometown has become a place of exile in the wild, and the starry sky in the sky has become a new home.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner, truly recuperating.
Just like after the invasion of the demons, there will be no major wars for a long time in the future. This is because there is a war god named Dihuang in the world. He is a symbol and a giant mountain, guarding the common people. , guarding the heavens.
Day after day, the bloody smell of war gradually dissipated, and the haze that shrouded the sky also disappeared, and the bright moonlight and bright stars poured into the world.
In the past, the empty and silent starry sky was now filled with human fireworks. Every living ancient star had a human figure, and they were recuperating and continuing the inheritance of the lineage.
Fortunately, the resources that have been cleared since the beginning of time are not small, and the consumption of the war can be barely replenished. The universe is boundless and vast, and there are countless resources to be developed.
This is a piece of pure land on earth, hazy and hazy, filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. It is filled with peach blossom trees. In the depths of the peach blossoms, there is a row of clean bamboo houses, covered with the dust of time.
The moonlight was diffuse and everything was silent.
Under the old tree, Dihuang sat quietly. He had already changed out of his bloody clothes and was dressed in plain clothes. He did not reveal the slightest aura of a monk. He seemed like a mortal, holding a carving knife in one hand and a wooden block in the other, carving wood carvings with full eyes. Warmth, one stroke after another, each cut is a trace of the years, carving his Yueshang lifelike.
This peach blossom forest is his home. Some time ago, there were people named Dihuang and Yueshang who lived here like a couple of gods and immortals. For ordinary couples, they work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
In the blink of an eye, there have been countless changes in the world. The emperor is still there, but the Empress of Donghua is gone. What is left is this peach blossom forest and the dream-like memory of the vicissitudes of life.
"Yue'er, I'm back, when will you go home?"
Di Huang's eyes were filled with tears, and the hand holding the carving knife couldn't help but tremble.
The sound of the moon will not end the wasted time in this world.
Who said that the Supreme Being has no tears, and who said that the Emperor is ruthless? No matter how many years pass, Yueshang's name cannot be concealed. That dreamlike silhouette has been engraved on his soul long ago.
That was his wife, and it was rare to see her so beautiful.
The night gradually deepened, and Dihuang fell into a deep sleep after a while, leaning under an old tree. Strands of black hair fell down, covering half of his face, but they could not hide the traces of time.
At this moment, he is no longer the world-famous Emperor Huang, but an ordinary person. Only in this peach blossom forest can he sleep so peacefully, find solace for the soul, and fall into dreams to find peace. The person who is no longer here.
Suddenly, Zixuan transformed into a human form and squatted under the old tree. For Empress Donghua, she brushed away Emperor Huang's long hair and gently brushed his face, as if she wanted to erase all the sorrow for him. .
"Empress, the Holy Lord has returned home. You can see him."
Her eyes were filled with mist, which condensed into frost under the moonlight.
Her tears are also those of the Empress of Donghua, full of feminine tenderness and a touch of sadness.
The remnant soul of the empress also has feelings for her and loves Di Huang.
It's a pity that she is not the Empress of Donghua after all, and she only dares to touch his face secretly in the dead of night. In the hazy tears, an ancient scene can always be reflected: a war god named Dihuang, alone in the wilderness. , to protect his lover, he would not hesitate to fight until death.
Why!
A sigh came from Piaomiao, from the emperor of the underworld.
This emperor was very sentimental. Although he was sighing, his eyes were shining brightly. He held his collector's edition and studied it over and over again. He was already shameless.
In the early morning, the warm sunshine filled the heavenly gates of Dachu, covering the ruined mountains and rivers with a peaceful coat, and every flower, grass, mountain and water was dyed with luster.
So comfortable!
Every big Chu person would say this when stretching out of the room.
It's comfortable, it's really comfortable. Without the Honghuang clan and the Emperor Huang sitting in charge, there is an unprecedented sense of security. Everyone's face is full of glory and energy. I have never felt that this world is so stable. There is no need to worry about war or chaos. The way forward.
boom! boom! boom!
This tranquility was finally broken by the rumble.
The noise came from the Hengyue Sect. There were always some talented people who got up early and were unwilling to be left alone. So, they started to drop mine bombs towards various mountain peaks, and they even called them people. get up.
"Throwing mine bombs so early in the morning, you idiot!"
"Damn fat man, I know it's you, if I throw it away again, I'll kick you to death."
"Xie Yun, you must be really sick!"
Such scoldings filled the sky and the earth before dawn. The talents of Hengyue were still so energetic and would always do some shameless things inadvertently.
Compared with the outside world, Jade Girl Peak is particularly warm.
The girls got up quite early and gathered on the stove, like gentle wives, preparing breakfast. Little Ye Fan and little Yang Lan were innocent and bright, like two elves, playing on the grass, giggling endlessly.
The female holy body was also there, still so big, sitting steadily under the old tree, gnawing on the spiritual fruit conscientiously, and her appetite was as big as ever.
"Little mother, is that enough?" Ye Ling chuckled, quite considerate, and brought two more baskets. He didn't know how such a small person could eat so much, or was it that the Holy Body had a huge appetite
"Don't call me mother, I am not your mother." The female saint held the spiritual fruit in her little hands and ate it so deliciously that no ordinary family could afford to support a person like her.
"Dad told me that you two had sex. He also said that your name was "thief" and that you were a lively and lively person in the country." Ye Ling squatted down and laughed again.
With one word, the large and clear eyes of the female holy body were suddenly ignited with flames, and she glared fiercely at the top of the Jade Girl Peak. There were also flashes of blush on her pink little face.
I went to see the top of Jade Girl Peak. Young Master Ye was sitting there, sitting like an old monk in meditation, with his majestic appearance, motionless. After returning to Dachu, he went to the top of the peak and sat there for more than ten days.
At this moment, he was no longer in a spiritual state, and it took him four months to reshape his holy body.
Although he has not yet passed through the Quasi-Emperor Tribulation, his aura is extremely majestic, shrouded in golden light, and his holy body is like molten gold. There are visions and illusions all over his body, as if they are looming, and wisps of chaotic principles are wrapped around his body. , listen carefully, you can also hear the sound of the sky from the avenue.
Looking at the top of its head, the Cauldron of Chaos is floating, buzzing and trembling. Its owner has advanced to the quasi-emperor realm. As a natal weapon, it has also advanced to the quasi-emperor weapon. It is still as big and heavy as ever, simple and natural, and more powerful than before. Bufan, like his master, is evolving the Tao. Only when Ye Chen survives the Quasi-Emperor Heavenly Tribulation can its Nirvana transformation be completely completed.
Also active are fairy fire and sky thunder.
Especially the fairy fire, it is energetic, surrounding Ye Chen, jumping up and down, melting the divine fire of the beginning, its level has risen again, it is more refined and golden in the origin of chaos.
It's a pity that it still hasn't been able to transform into Chaos Fire. If we talk about its current level, it is similar to the peak quasi-emperor. The difficulty of turning into Chaos Fire is also equivalent to the peak quasi-emperor to become the Great Emperor, although it is infinitely close. Chaos Fire, but the last step of Nirvana is the real chasm, and perhaps it will be difficult for Ye Chen and it to cross it in their lifetime.
As the breeze blew, Ye Chen's holy body trembled slightly.
In the dark, he seemed to see a golden divine pattern, which was the imperial curse seal mentioned by Dihuang, lingering in the depths of his soul. It seemed to be looming, visible and intangible.
Now he cannot exert the power of the curse seal. As Dihuang said, only the rebellion of the ancient times can have its real effect. If he wants to destroy the people of the ancient times, he only needs one thought.
I don’t know when I saw him open his eyes.
Immediately, I saw two rays of divine light that seemed to be real, bursting out from his eyes, poking two holes in the void space. The dazzling golden eyes were so terrifying that just one look could destroy one. Great Sage, this is the power of the Quasi-Emperor Holy Body.
However, his pupil power has dried up, and his Six Paths of Samsara Eye is still in the process of becoming self-proclaimed.
Although the fairy light was gone, his eyes returned to calm, as deep as the starry sky, shining with golden starlight. Although there were no waves in the ancient well, there were Tao Yuan evolutions that could not be seen through at a glance.
"What a domineering power." Ye Chen murmured softly, and gently clenched his fist. The space in his palm was crushed and exploded, and there was still thunder and lightning tearing apart between his palms.
The realm of monks is one realm and one world. This has not yet transcended the tribulation, so it is not comparable to the peak great sage. He has a kind of confidence that he can kill the peak quasi-emperor. Naturally, the peak quasi-emperor referred to here is an ordinary peak quasi-emperor. , such as the Nine Emperor Gods, are not included in this list.
Perhaps, only by surviving the Quasi-Emperor Heavenly Tribulation can one be qualified to compete with Quasi-Emperors of that level.
Thinking of the Quasi-Emperor's Heavenly Tribulation, he couldn't help but have a headache. The sixty-four Emperor Dao Law Bodies, what a lineup, whether they can survive it is still a matter of time. Sixty-four are challenged, a nine-death calamity, and he is not ready to overcome the calamity yet. The quasi-emperor, that would be a life-and-death barrier.
Slowly collecting his thoughts, he summoned the fairy fire.
Quietly looking at the fairy fire in the palm of his hand, his expression could not hide the sadness, as if he could see a beautiful figure through the flames, smiling back at him.
That was Nianwei, a disciple of the Xingyue Palace in her previous life and the princess of the Ruotian Suzaku family in this life. In a critical moment, she sacrificed her body to help the Taichu Divine Fire and the Immortal Fire merge.
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have been able to defy heaven and advance to the quasi-emperor level, let alone the Tongming Emperor Huang. When it comes to engineering, she is the biggest contributor, saving all the realms and heavens.
This is a great kindness, and my heart aches for a while. In the third life, he was waited for sixty years, and even his death was not waiting for him. In this life, sacrifices were made for him. No matter how hard it is to cut off the karma between the two of them, And he, Ye Chen, owed this woman no matter how hard it was to repay.
"She may be able to be resurrected." A misty female voice sounded, and a beautiful shadow descended from the sky. A closer look revealed that it was Emperor Zun's sister Di Xuan, along with all the god generals, except for the first god who was buried in the disaster. General, the others are coming.
"Senior, can she be saved?" Ye Chen hurriedly stepped forward, his eyes full of hope.
"Sacrificing her body, she will have a trace of her soul in the divine fire of the beginning." Di Xuan smiled softly, "If I walk in my way, I will be helpless, but your ancestors will definitely be able to do it."
At this time, Ye Chen's hopeful eyes bloomed with bright light. How could he forget about Dihuang? That was the Holy Body of Dacheng, and his Taoism reached the heavens. There was no reason why he couldn't be saved.
Speaking of Emperor Huang, there has been no trace since the suppression of Hong Huang.
Ye Chen guessed that he had probably gone to the hometown of the Empress of Donghua. It had been endless years. It was rare to come back, so he had to remember it. One day he would come to Heng Yue and resurrect Nianwei. It was only a matter of time. Ruolian Emperor Huang No one can save her, not even ghosts believe her.
For a moment, Ye Chen's sad expression was covered up by hope. Resurrecting Nianwei was the hope. At least, he would have a chance to repay his kindness, and the ancient cause and effect might be settled.
He was in an excited mood, but Jiu Da remained silent and stared at him with a strange look in his eyes, mixed with various emotions, including vicissitudes of life, remembrance, excitement, and tears.
These days, Ye Chen's identity has basically become clear. He is the reincarnation of Emperor Zun! The Emperor is his first life, and he is the Emperor's ninth life. The ties of reincarnation are constantly being cut, and looking at him is like looking at the Xianwu Emperor back then.
Young Master Ye raised his eyebrows. He felt uneasy being stared at and felt a chill on his back.
"I suggest that we beat him up!" Liu Shenjiang said meaningfully.
"This... is inappropriate!" The seventh divine general, the eighth divine general, and the ninth divine general said, but their hands were not idle. They were already rolling their sleeves. Outsiders could tell at a glance that this special Are you going to fight? Well... to be precise, he wanted to hit someone, a person named Ye Chen.
"I was beaten a lot back then. It's time to feel proud." The third general took out an iron mallet and blew hard on it until it was shiny.
"Every time I peeked at the fairy taking a bath, I was blamed for it, which caused me to be hunted all over the world. I was very unhappy about this." The fifth divine general said and took out a rope to bind the fairy. , I want to tie it up for a certain young man, and then find a crooked neck tree to hang it up.
"To be honest, I have wanted to hit him for a long time." The fourth divine general took a deep breath, "I couldn't do it back then, but today, I have to teach him how to behave."