Chapter 872 - 536: Reincarnation Divine Techniques, Self-Possession

Chapter 872: Chapter 536: Reincarnation Divine Techniques, Self-Possession

"Where is this place..."

The consciousness of the four Demon Emperors was instantly cast into a new space.

The surroundings were blood-red yet incredibly dim.

However, it was also incomparably warm.

This warmth felt just like being in a mother’s womb.

No, they truly were in a mother’s womb.

Birth, growth.

They began one cycle of reincarnation after another.

Witch Race, Demon Race, Human Race, Dragon Race, Ghost Race...

They reincarnated into countless races on this continent.

Reincarnation, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, a million years.

At first, the four could still develop a reincarnation protagonist storyline thanks to the memories of the Demon Emperor.

As the reincarnations continued.

Their initial memories began to blur.

They started gradually sinking into the reincarnations.

And their vague memories of the Demon Emperor gradually lost their effect.

Born as a Human Race, born into the Human Circle, birth meant death.

Or born in the Star Sea, yet without a Spirit Root, sinking into the mundane world time and time again.

Or become the weakest of the Demon Race, whose only reason for existence was their multiplication ability, hundreds to thousands of times greater than other races. These high and mighty Demon Emperors became the most insignificant among countless numbers.

Or become a Dragon Race, killed at their peak, their dragon bones and dragon skin refined into artifacts, dragon blood and dragon meat turned into Divine Pills.

Or become a Ghost Race, enslaved for a lifetime by a Ghost Master, losing their will.

Or become a mundane soldier, killing enemies on the battlefield, guarding through the frontier.

Or become an exceptionally gifted Cultivator, betrayed by a loved one at the moment of ascension.

Or get a chance to become an immortal, only to fall in halfway, alone and resentful.

Or embark on a journey with a group of companions, creating endless legends and stories.

Or become an envy-inspiring pair of Immortal Companions, leaving behind a love story renowned through history.

Countless blurred memories washed over these four Demon Emperors.

One lifetime after another.

Starting and ending over and over.

As if it was endless.

Eventually, a question surfaced in their hearts.

"Who am I, really?"

They searched for the answer amid reincarnations.

Unanimously they used immense effort to seek the truth of the world.

Finally, they found it.

They found the figure seated on the high throne.

Discovered the truth of the world.

Everything in the cycle of reincarnation was false.

What they experienced within.

Love, kinship, friendship, glory, sorrow, hatred...

All were fake.

Everything was fake.

Searching and searching, looking back, everything they experienced was fake.

The only truth was the origin’s memories of the Demon Emperor, yet they all realized they could no longer distinguish who they were.

Were those Demon Emperor memories truly them?

If so, then what are they now?

If not, do they belong to this false world?

......

Zhao Fu pressed down with one hand.

His white robe swirled in the wind.

The crown emitted a chilling light.

Countless ghost soldiers howled through the world, sinisterly stripping the Yang Qi.

At this moment, it seemed like the apocalypse.

All the Demon Race stared fixedly at the four Demon Emperors slammed into coffins by Zhao Fu with a single palm.

In the Demon Country, Demon Emperors shield their people.

The Old Demon Emperor was gone, and the Demon Emperors of the West and North two mountains were hiding.

In this scene of apocalypse, regardless of the four Demon Emperors’ situation.

Instinctively, the Demons hoped these Demon Emperors could protect them.

The four coffins started to tremble.

From within came screams, wails, mad laughter, unwillingness, joy...

Emotions that were extraordinarily complex.

"Who am I, who am I really."

"It’s all fake, it’s all fake! What is truly real."

Endless whispers echoed from the four coffins.

Zhao Fu sat upright on the throne.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He had endured the sight of being born a Human Circle to die immediately, so many times.

Now it was time for these Demon Races to experience it.

And in the eyes of countless Demon Races, the presence sitting atop the high throne clearly showed a playful smile.

In the next second, the four coffins calmed down.

"Secret Technique, complete."

Zhao Fu stood up from the throne.

He formed a seal with his hand.

"Come forth, Reincarnation Slave."

In Zhao Fu’s eyes, it seemed as though endless reincarnations resonated.

Perhaps Ghost Race is the closest to reincarnation among the races.

Zhao Fu, after dozens of cycles of reincarnation, had now awakened to the Reincarnation Divine Power.

Yin Qi hovered around him.

At the four corners of the coffins, four ghostly figures appeared.

These figures were thin and emaciated.

Their exposed limbs were black, like withered branches.

Their bodies were covered with a huge black feather cloak, revealing eerie, white-bone masks.

They seemed not to belong to this world.

Sixteen Bone Ghost Slaves carried the coffins, kneeling halfway toward Zhao Fu in worship.

They muttered in an incomprehensible language.

The four coffins suddenly shattered.

Revealing the four Demon Emperors.

"Demon Emperor, my lord!"

Some Demons exclaimed.

But immediately, their exclamations were abruptly silenced.

For the four Demon Emperors were now pale to the extreme, yet their faces were calm.

Calmly watching Zhao Fu.

The Bone Ghost Slaves removed their masks.

Beneath the masks were faces without any organs.

They placed the white-bone masks on the four Demon Emperors’ faces.

In an instant.

The demon qi on the Emperors was engulfed by ghost qi.