Chapter 875 - 537: I Shall Be Emperor Beiyin Fengdu! (2)

Chapter 875: Chapter 537: I Shall Be Emperor Beiyin Fengdu! (2)

The Land of the Netherworld far exceeds the Pocket World by more than tenfold.

"To think that the Land of the Netherworld has grown so quickly."

"However, the Netherworld seems to have a spirit of its own. It might have sensed the plan of the old witch of the Witch Race and sped up its growth for self-preservation."

A Great Saint sneered.

"It really benefited that lucky individual. With Houtu watching over, we cannot intervene, allowing a solitary ghost to take control of the Netherworld."

The Demon Race is unable to enter because of Houtu.

The Witch Race, whose Primordial Spirit merges into their flesh, is a unique existence, almost uninvolved in the Netherworld.

It can even be said they’re not part of reincarnation.

Over a dozen gazes turned to the Netherworld, then quickly looked away.

It seems that a Great Saint of the Ghost Race may emerge in the Netherworld.

But, that’s just how it is.

They are more concerned with the upcoming establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation by Houtu.

That seems related to the struggle between the Witch Race and the Demon Race...

You have successfully stepped into the realm of the Ghost Emperor.

You are the first Ghost Emperor in the Netherworld. The Netherworld proactively contacted you, and you have undergone partial Harmonization with it, allowing you to wield a portion of its power.

At the same time, you must assist the growth of the Land of the Netherworld according to the path shown in destiny.

Thus, Emperor Beiyin Fengdu is born.

You began to practice the Incense Fire Dao, drawing some incense fire to strengthen yourself and enhance your authority, which will also help you accumulate a great number of followers.

Your legend whispers across various lands of the Demon Race and even among the Star Sea Race.

You have become a myth itself.

You were bestowed with more titles: Emperor Beiyin, North Lord Emperor, Fengdu Beiyin Emperor.

You initiated the Luofeng Six Heavens and established the Six Ghost Gods, using the Ghost Sect as the foundation.

Your fame spread throughout the entire Netherworld.

Within the Netherworld, all revere you.

You lent some Qi Fortune to Biran and Yu Lin.

In myth, there is often a jade rabbit and a Cyan Simurgh accompanying Emperor Beiyin Fengdu.

At the age of two thousand three hundred, a second Ghost Emperor appeared in the Netherworld, yet they still honored you and took the seat of the First Yama.

Under your rule, the Netherworld continuously develops.

The Netherworld Road manifests based on the Netherworld passages exposed in the mortal world, transforming and becoming tangible.

The Wangchuan River and Naihe Bridge began to gradually appear.

Manifesting alongside them is the vast Six Paths of Reincarnation.

At the age of two thousand three hundred and fifty...

Zhao Fu stood with his hands behind his back on the land of the Netherworld.

At this moment, his aura was incomparably calm.

Zhao Fu no longer wore a simple white robe.

Instead, he was clad in a black noble garment.

The crown atop his head added an air of majesty to his calm demeanor.

For he was the Netherworld Ghost Emperor, Emperor Beiyin Fengdu.

Beside him stood a gentle woman in a green dress who quietly accompanied him.

She was the jade rabbit often depicted in myth alongside the earth.

Suddenly, a spatial fluctuation appeared next to him.

A Cyan Simurgh emerged from it, transforming into a woman in a blue dress, none other than Biran.

Biran looked at Zhao Fu with some amazement.

"The Human Race is about to birth a Great Saint, and that Great Saint is named Luo Xuanjun."

Biran was really taken aback at this point.

She had originally thought she held the advantage, as she had invested a lot in Zhao Fu early on, bringing immense resources and numerous Phoenix Race orders, and even helped Zhao Fu open up the Demon Race sales channels, even raising prices, allowing Ghost Ridge to profit handsomely.

By rights.

Zhao Fu should have reciprocated and pushed her upwards.

That way, Zhao Fu could gain more resources from the Demon Race.

But when Zhao Fu heard the name Luo Xuanjun, he had stopped her from contending further.

It was only now that Biran understood the real reason.

However, this was excessively absurd; how could Zhao Fu know?

Biran would never learn the reason behind it.

Zhao Fu merely cast a calm glance at her.

Biran continued, "The Human Race has been hiding for nearly three thousand years."

"But there’s no way to hide the breakthrough to Great Saint, as the entire world will react."

"The Demon Race Great Saints have already gotten wind of this news."

"Most Great Saints have chosen to watch from the sidelines."

"Yet, some Demon Saints and strong figures hostile to the Human Race are heading toward the Star Sea."

"I wonder..."

Biran hesitated.

The other party is about to achieve a breakthrough, but that doesn’t guarantee success.

If they fail, it would be meaningless.

"Naturally, we should observe this grand event."

Moreover, check on how that little girl is doing now... Zhao Fu thought to himself.

"Human Race, the first True Immortal..."

......

Star Sea.

This vast inland sea.

Above the boundless azure, lies the brilliant cultivation civilization of the Human Race.

And on this day,

The duels, debates, and adventures among the Cultivators seemed to stop.

The entire world was left only with the color of ocean waves.

A woman stood high in the sky.

Her gaze was profound.

A green dress fluttered with the wind.

Figure after figure began to appear around her.

Each was a pillar-like strongest member of the Human Race, all contributing to the development of the entire civilization.

They all looked at the woman in the green dress.

There was a hint of complexity in their eyes.

"Xuanjun, are you really ready?"

"Naturally."

In these hundreds of years, not counting Luo Xuanjun, the Human Race had gained two more Divinity Transformation cultivators.

But no one could compare to Luo Xuanjun.

Only she had the potential of a Great Saint.

Luo Xuanjun gazed at the high sky.

The sky, with not a single cloud.

Began to have special air currents surging.

"From my beginning, the Human Race will truly rise on this continent."

The wind and clouds changed.

In the sky, faint thick clouds started gathering.

"Have you all sensed it?"

"We Cultivators, cultivate beside the mountains."

"Over a thousand Spirit Mountains forged the foundation of the Human Race."

"We are people who cultivate on the mountains, so, above Divinity Transformation..."

"Should naturally be the Immortal realm!"

The dense clouds became thicker.

A pair of eyes began to emerge from the clouds.

And then,

The faint roar of a dragon resounded in the sky.

Two invisible beings were warring against each other in the sky.

"I, Luo Xuanjun, inherit the will of my predecessors and start the prosperity of future generations."

Luo Xuanjun flipped her hand.

A cyan Longsword fell into her hand.

A spark flickered in her eyes.

Behind her, countless shadows of the Human Race began to appear.

Some planting and encouraging on the ground

Some hunting beasts in the mountains

Some charging bravely with Longswords and spears against demon beasts

Some pioneers in the Path of Cultivation.

This was a microcosm of the Human Race, containing mortals and Cultivators.

If not for them, there would be no present Luo Xuanjun.

In the Human Race’s history, not only one Luo Xuanjun would appear, but standing before the True Immortal Gate now, only Luo Xuanjun.

All of this was because of the ventures of the predecessors.

In the sky, a Dragon Great Saint invited by the Starry Sea Dragon Palace was assisting the Human Race in protecting the path.

Defending against a Great Saint harboring malice against the Human Race.

However, even among the Dragon Race, not all were in unison.

Space was torn apart.

The original Dragon Race’s Forbidden Technique was broken from the inside.

The North Sea Dragon Palace’s Dragon Race was causing trouble.

Almost simultaneously, over thirty Celestial Demons took action.

These were the strongest from around and afar from the Star Sea.

Usually, they dared not enter the Star Sea.

Today was different.

"Just a mere human like you, trying to produce a Great Saint?"

Luo Xuanjun gripped the Longsword tightly.

A trace of seriousness flashed deep within her eyes.

She had a sword, but after this sword was slashed, she would need all her strength for her chance of ascension to Immortality.

That sword must shock everyone.

But these over thirty Celestial Demons were not enough.

But it was not something the current Human Race could withstand.

Counting the Dragons, even the reinforcements from the Phoenix Race were inadequate.

And standing foremost, the Cyan Robe Ancestor Spirit’s expression was somewhat complex.

He formed a seal with his hand.

A talisman was thrown out.

"We, the Human Race, with incense fire, respectfully welcome..."

"Emperor Beiyin Fengdu!"

In an instant, the Gates of the Netherworld opened.

A figure in imperial robes and a crown slowly stepped out from within.