After watching for a long while, his gaze shifted to the side of the scripture.
There, leaning askew, was a long spear broken in two, its entire body covered in cracks and dark, dried blood.
The spear was dull, its spirituality silent, as though it had completely died along with its master.
Yet the moment Gu Changge’s gaze fell upon the broken spear—
“Buzz…”
The remnant of that ancient battle spear, which had lain silent for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, suddenly let out an extremely faint tremor, like the last flicker of a candle in the wind.
Within its dark, weathered cracks, tiny points of light struggled to ignite. It had sensed the approach of an unimaginable aura of supreme origin, and that aura had awakened a trace of instinct from the deepest depths of death.
The tremor was filled with endless grief and unwillingness…
Gu Changge remained silent for a moment before extending a hand. His slender fingers gently brushed across the cold, rough shaft of the broken spear, its surface covered in scars.
The instant his fingertips made contact, the spear’s trembling abruptly ceased.
It was not being suppressed by force.
It was recognition.
Deep within that aura—exquisitely pure, yet unfathomably profound beyond all understanding—the broken spear had detected a trace of the most fundamental origin: the mark of the human race.
This was the aura of humanity.
It was of the same origin as the aura of its long-dead master, Emperor Qingcang—the same aura belonging to the human race for which he had burned his imperial blood and shattered his own body in lifelong protection.
The struggling points of light slowly settled.
The last traces of ferocity and resentment receded quietly like the ebbing tide.
The broken spear fell completely silent. Yet within the cold touch of its metal, there now lingered an indescribable gentleness and weariness.
It was like a lonely soul that had wandered through endless darkness, keeping watch for countless ages, finally finding a ray of light it could trust—one of the same origin—and at last laying down every burden to find eternal peace.
Feeling the weight and trust that had crossed the vast expanse of time and reached his palm, Gu Changge lowered his gaze to the spear, its body riddled with cracks and dark bloodstains.
“The will of your master was not in vain.”
His voice was calm, yet it seemed to carry the power to pierce through time, echoing clearly throughout the dead silence of the space.
“The heavens he raised upon his shoulders, the people he protected—generation after generation, heroes of the human race rose in succession. Imperial stars shone one after another, advancing despite death, until the frail flame of humanity was kindled into a prairie fire. Today, our race stands at the summit of this world.”
“A generation-spanning imperial weapon, you once followed your master into battle across the Eight Desolations, drank the blood of countless enemies, and safeguarded the destiny of our people. You should not be buried here, rotting away with the dust.”
He paused, his fingertip gently brushing across the deepest crack. There, it seemed, the tragic aura of that final clash still lingered—the moment the spear had collided head-on with the vicious beast’s claws.
“In this world, humanity has already become the dominator. These mountains and rivers stretching for ten thousand miles are all territory bought with the blood your master shed in battle.”
“Come with me. I’ll take you to see it.”
To see the human world that had been raised by your master’s backbone and watered with his hot blood.
To see whether this great Xuanhuang world was worthy of the imperial body that had collapsed with a roar all those years ago—and of this battle spear that had been broken in two.
As his voice fell, he gave his sleeve a light flick.
The silent remnant of the Xuanhuang battle spear let out a nearly inaudible sound, like a sigh. It then transformed into a docile stream of yellow light, slipped into Gu Changge’s sleeve, and vanished from sight.
Gu Changge put away the broken spear, his gaze once again falling upon the stone coffin that bore the grief of countless ages.
He raised a palm and pressed it lightly toward the coffin.
There was no radiance that illuminated the heavens, nor any thunderous rumble of the Dao.
Yet the entire stone coffin, together with the land beneath it that had been soaked in imperial blood, seemed to be gently erased from this stretch of space and time by an invisible hand.
It grew illusory and transparent before finally vanishing completely into the depths of the void, leaving behind no trace.
Only the scars of the ancient battlefield remained, along with the Dao techniques carved into the stone walls and the dark-golden Scripture of Emperor Qingcang on the stone platform.
The Great Emperor was gone, sleeping here in eternal rest.
His heroic spirit should no longer be disturbed by anyone in future generations.
As for the inheritance…
Gu Changge’s gaze swept over the heavy scripture before moving across the profound battle-art insights carved into the stone walls.
“The Dao has been left here, and the techniques shall be passed on to future generations. Whether you can obtain them will depend on your destiny and your state of mind.”
He did not take the scripture, nor did he damage any of the arrangements in this place.
This predecessor, who had shed every last drop of blood for the human race, deserved to leave those teachings behind and give future generations a fair chance to compete for them and carry on his will.
He crossed the silent traces of the ancient battlefield, and his figure once again disappeared into the churning chaos mist.
A short while later, his figure quietly emerged near the platform where Ji Qingyi was consolidating her cultivation.
He did not stop. With a faint sweep of his robes, he drifted away, heading straight toward the outside. Soon, he vanished at the end of the dim passage, his aura completely disappearing.
On the platform, the surging aura of the Great Saint surrounding Ji Qingyi gradually settled. Sensing something, her long eyelashes trembled slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
Her cool gaze happened to catch that fleeting figure disappearing at the end of the passage.
“Senior…”
She murmured softly, a complicated and unfathomable light flashing through her eyes.
This mysterious senior came and went like the wind, his depths impossible to measure.
With nothing more than a casual gesture, he had resolved her deadly crisis, illuminated the obstacles along her path of cultivation, and even reduced that terrifying beast’s corpse to nothingness.
Who exactly was he?
The Jade Lake Sacred Land possessed an ancient heritage and a library of scriptures as vast as a sea of smoke, recording countless astonishing figures from throughout the history of the Xuanhuang Great World, as well as many ancient existences who had withdrawn from the world.
Yet no matter how she searched her memories, she could not find the slightest record that matched the man before her.
With such strength and such bearing, he absolutely could not be an unknown figure!
Could it be…
A name that had recently spread like wildfire throughout the Eastern Region, yet remained shrouded in mystery, flashed through her mind like lightning—
Battle Asura!
The figure who had appeared out of nowhere and swept across his generation with an invincible bearing, behind whom there was supposedly a mysterious guardian capable of reducing the Immortal Glazed Sacred Land to ashes with a mere flick of his finger!
That guardian’s cultivation was profound beyond the heavens, yet he acted with extreme discretion. No one knew his origins, and his strength was unfathomable. In private, many great powers regarded him as a taboo existence who must never be provoked.
“Could this senior just now be the one behind Battle Asura?”
Once the thought arose, it could no longer be restrained.
That was it!
Only this could explain how he possessed such inconceivable methods while remaining so aloof from worldly affairs.
And only an existence of that level could raise disciples as heaven-defying as Battle Asura and Sword in White!
Ji Qingyi’s emotions surged. Her cool and beautiful face shifted through a series of expressions.
However, at that very moment—
“Buzz…!”
A deep, thunderous hum, seemingly originating from the very source of the world, rang out from the deepest core of the Imperial Tomb.
Immediately afterward—
“Rumble—!”
A vast fluctuation beyond all description erupted with unstoppable force, like a river of stars that had been building for countless ages suddenly bursting its banks.
Brilliant light instantly illuminated the platform where Ji Qingyi stood.
Majestic imperial might transformed into a tidal wave that swept across everything, crushing all obstacles and restrictions within the Imperial Tomb. It spread clearly to every corner, engraving itself deep within the souls of every living being!
“The Great Emperor’s inheritance has been opened!”
At this moment, no matter where they were within the Imperial Tomb—whether exploring, locked in battle, or secluded in cultivation—all the cultivators felt their hearts tremble violently. In unspoken unison, the same crystal-clear thought surfaced in their minds!
After a brief silence came utter madness!
“It’s over there! The central grounds!”
“The Imperial Scripture has appeared! Hurry! Spare no cost!”
“Charge! The supreme opportunity is right before us!”
Countless figures shot into the sky from every corner of the Imperial Tomb, like sharks that had caught the scent of blood. They burned their vital essence and unleashed secret techniques.
Turning into streaks of light, they raced recklessly toward the source of the surging fluctuations!
The entire Imperial Tomb erupted into chaos in an instant!
The next chapter will be released a little later!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
