Chapter 891 - 249: A Life Without Regrets, Sword Cuts Through the Underworld

Chapter 891: Chapter 249: A Life Without Regrets, Sword Cuts Through the Underworld

Many thoughts flashed past, and she respectfully said, "Teacher, rest assured, the Human Emperor originally commanded me to protect her, and now with your direct instructions, disciple will swear to protect her to the death."

Li Yuan helped her up, saying, "Come, our lineage still has many secrets, let me teach them to you."

"How is your cultivation of the Jade Planting Technique and the Little Moon Blade?"

"There are tips for using this cultivation skill... come with me.

I will teach you everything step by step."

...

...

The world twinkled, and in a flash, nine more years had passed.

The Human Emperor is tyrannical, the common people face famine, disasters abound, everywhere is...

Not only Cloud Mountain Path was submerged by Eternal Night, but even Jinzhou Path and Hanzhou Path were half submerged.

Zhou Na, or rather Peng Mingyi, passed away due to old age, but despite it being a year of famine, he ultimately led the villagers in efforts to sow seeds and hunted wild beasts diligently, avoiding starvation.

This Black Lotus Sect Leader, who once stirred the world’s chaos, seemingly opened the gate to the chaotic world, but in truth... was just a pitiful pawn.

Xiaozhen had a boy, who bore some resemblance to Li Yuan.

Xiaozhen named him Ying An.

Safety and peace are always a mother’s greatest wish for her son.

Li Yuan’s talisman seeds have accumulated to 138,000, and the data changed from "37884~807290" to "37884~875460."

The growth is decreasing, yet he has become stronger.

He continues to wait, patiently waiting.

But despite his patience, he begins to understand... perhaps his expectations were too high.

Everything is destined to follow the established path.

The imperial struggle won’t deviate.

Not a bit.

The Ghost Realm will see Great Unity, and Sister Yan will vanish.

The Dragon Vein will reincarnate.

However, he does not blame the Human Emperor, for no one has the right to deprive others of the power to live.

...

In East Sea, the mysterious ancient hall has thoroughly connected to the Outer World.

The powerful members of Supreme Profound Sect and Five Spirits Alliance start exploring inside.

Amazingly, Li Ping’an becomes the eleventh person to accompany figures at the Sect Leader level.

These eleven enter the ancient hall, discovering it filled with peculiar creatures possessing incredibly strong and vibrant life forces, which the Supreme Profound Sect Leader names as "Demons" according to ancient texts.

Because these creatures often appear blood-red all over, they are also referred to as Blood Demons.

As the eleven advance, they gather treasures each time they progress.

This ancient hall is replete with numerous treasures, from naturally evolved Profound Grass to secret treasures and exceedingly rare metal ores not found in the Immortal Realm.

The Sect, buoyed with morale, experiences blooming prosperity.

By contrast, Central Earth is exceedingly miserable.

The common people die amidst the joyful atmosphere of East Sea...

In the Imperial City, an increasing number of powerful figures choose to flee.

Once reaching Fifth Grade, they eagerly board the Empty Boat to the East Sea Immortal Realm...

Some become mere fodder in the exploration of the ancient hall.

Despite this, the strong ones in the Imperial City remain undeterred.

Because everyone believes the future lies in the East.

The Human World is beyond saving.

...

"Indeed, is there no turn of fate?"

A heavy sigh sounds within the Human Emperor Hall.

The solitary soul, spoken about, is he.

His head has gone from "occasionally very painful" to "occasionally not painful."

And most times, he is extremely tyrannical, killing countless people.

Yet at this moment, he rises, first seeking Ying Shanxing, offering the stalwart minister a cup of poison wine.

Then, he summons Xie Feng, Minister of the Martial Department, Commander of the Mo Yi Guard Zhao Chunxin, and others, subsequently drafting an edict handed to Feng Yun, then calling upon Crown Prince Ji Yong.

The successor will naturally be the legitimate Crown Prince from the Ying Family.

After everyone leaves, the Human Emperor meets exclusively with Li Zhen, now the Princess Consort Xingwang.

Li Zhen, being a married woman, does not conduct herself as uninhibitedly as she did in the past; she respectfully salutes, looking anxiously at the Human Emperor.

The world fears the Human Emperor, yet she alone does not.

The Human Emperor perceives her worry, merely laughing gently, and hands her a palm-sized jade box, saying only, "This book is the Martial Scripture, created by me from observing the world’s cultivation skills, pouring a lifetime of effort into it; this Dharma Gate suits more to cultivate...

In the future, when I am gone, you may utilize this skill wonderfully, spread it among the world, allowing everyone to become martial artists, allowing everyone to consume from the Meat Field. Thus, perhaps in this way... it’s also a method to settle the masses."

"Your Majesty..."

The Human Emperor rises, stepping down from the Nine Dragon Throne.

Li Zhen watches his back, feeling a sense of eternal farewell.

She chokes up somewhat.

The Human Emperor suddenly halts, asking, "Have you met your father?"

Li Zhen is stunned.

Father? This word is distant, distant, distant from her—as if they never intersected.

She shakes her head.

The Human Emperor smiles and says, "Take care."

He disappears into the hall, then walks away to the place on the land where Yin Qi is most concentrated.

For many years, he has not only been waiting for a chance, but also contemplating how to strike against the Underworld.

And now, the time has come.

Midwinter, snow falls heavily.

In the darkness, the streets are deserted.

The wilderness is even emptier of any trace of human presence.

The Human Emperor flies into the sky, heading to the center where Yin Qi is as vast as the sea.

The imperial shadow rises, soaring to a height of hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of feet, reaching the clouds.

But the once gleaming imperial shadow bears several eerie hues.

Those hues seem to sense something, uneasy and anxious, as if wanting to completely climb the imperial shadow, occupying it.

However, everything remains within the Human Emperor’s control.

He gazes upon the sea of Yin Qi.

His life’s memories flash by like revolving lanternlights.

The Human Emperor laughs heartily, having no regrets in this life.

Brandishing his sword,

The heavens tilt!

With this sword, he asks not for life or death, only for the world’s people, only for the words... "I wish."