But where did he go after that?
Judging from the few words spoken by the King of Words, and the fact that the other party's literary position has returned to the sea of learning, it seems that the White Emperor has also fallen...
Therefore, there really are no living Great Emperors left.
Chen Qian stroked his chin, and after learning the true owner of the Myriad Pagoda, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He also had a mysterious connection with the White Emperor; the Myriad Manifestations Pagoda had been waiting for him all along; at the same time, he was compatible with the Heavenly Emperor's immortal position; he also had a strange connection with the King of Jiangling; and needless to say, the ancient demon king—before he sank, he had even possessed the other's memories…
Furthermore, if we have to force a connection, the first supernatural power the system comprehended, "Calamity Buddha," is related to Buddhism, and might even have some connection to that Azure Lotus Buddha.
Before they knew it, there were already five Great Emperor-level powerhouses.
Shen Qian inexplicably felt that there might be some inexplicable connection between them. However, this was the first time that the Witch Emperor had heard about it from Zhulong, so it shouldn't have anything to do with him.
"By the way, Brother Snake, after listening to all you've said, why haven't you mentioned any powerful figures from the ancient mythological era?"
Shen Qian suddenly asked, somewhat puzzled, "For example, the great god Pangu, who is known as the ancestor of all paths, and the goddess Nuwa, who is known as the source of life, should be emperor-level powerhouses, given their titles and status?"
There is reason for this speculation before the sinking.
Zhulong was originally the snake god of Mangshan Mountain. It also existed for a long time and was a primitive deity born in accordance with the will of heaven and earth. It is highly likely that it lived in ancient times. It is impossible that it had no knowledge of these two legendary mythological figures.
Zhulong swayed its tail slightly, and in an instant, the sky and earth changed color, with a torrential downpour. It was just an unintentional act, but it caused a dramatic change in the weather. Shen Qian was astonished by this scene, and at the same time, he felt an overwhelming sense of security.
Even if King Zhou Yi himself came to cause trouble at this moment, Shen Qian would not be afraid at all.
Zhulong hissed, "Those two... I'm not sure... perhaps they're Emperor-level... perhaps they've already surpassed that..."
"What?" Shen Qian asked in a daze, "Beyond...beyond an Emperor-level expert?"
It has to be said that Shen Qian was truly shocked. If even the Great Emperor is not the end of cultivation, then where exactly is the limit of a martial artist?
Deeper questions also arise: if Pangu and Nuwa truly reached the highest realm, even surpassing the Great Emperor, then where did they go afterward? Why has no one seen their traces or spread related legends since ancient times?
I didn't know much about Pangu before he sank, but Nuwa was said to have always been close to the human race, after all, it was the race she created herself. The human race had experienced all kinds of disasters and had been on the verge of extinction more than once, but Nuwa never appeared again.
"It's truly shrouded in mystery... Perhaps, only by finding the so-called 'end' that the Heavenly Emperor spoke of can we unravel all the doubts?"
Shen Qian pondered, wondering if this "end" was the same place as the "end of the underworld" that Xu Nian had mentioned.
After chatting with Zhulong for a while, Shen Qian suddenly felt a surge of emotion. He glanced in the direction of Jingcheng, then stood up to say goodbye to Zhulong.
Before leaving, Zhulong spat out a snake scale from its mouth and handed it to Shenqian, saying that if Shenqian needed help, he should burn the snake scale, and it would come as soon as it sensed it.
Shen Qian initially thought it wouldn't be troublesome, but later learned from Zhulong that even though it travels between dimensional walls year-round, it is extremely difficult for Zhulong to locate Earth's position, and it only happens to pass by Earth occasionally.
Upon realizing what was happening, Shen Qian secretly wondered if this was also due to the concealment effect of the Three Suns Obscuring the Sun Formation.
Looking back now, weren't those "doors" just a kind of positioning device in a different sense?
After retracting his snake scales and patting Zhulong's broad forehead as a farewell, he flashed off toward Jingcheng.
Zhulong let out a low roar, his figure gradually fading into the distance, and then disappeared into the world.
After it left, the sky cleared up again, and because the Candle Dragon had briefly dispelled the murky clouds in the forbidden zone, long-lost sunlight shone down, falling on the ruins of this dilapidated city, creating a magnificent scene. Unfortunately, this place had long since become a dead city, and no one would appreciate it anymore.
...
The highway that once connected Jingcheng and Lucheng has long since become a dilapidated road covered in moss due to the complex and changeable climate of the restricted area. At this moment, in an abandoned gas station that still vaguely resembles the original, a person dressed in white is sitting facing the window.
Outside the window, a torrential downpour raged with thunder and lightning, but the middle-aged man in a long white suit remained calm and composed, slowly sipping a cup of tea.
Shen Qian, who had rushed over, walked to the door and saw that familiar yet warm figure. He slowed his pace and calmed his slightly excited heart.
In truth, he and Elder Gao hadn't been separated for very long. In fact, in the long lifespan of a high-level martial artist, less than a year was insignificant. But for Shen Qian, so much had happened during that time that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that everything had changed dramatically.
When he left Jingcheng, he was just an ignorant boy, not even a high-level martial artist. Now, however, he is facing kings and nobles, so he is naturally filled with emotion.
Only the man in his memory remained as dashing as ever. At this moment, he even had the illusion that he had never left, and that he had just been having a long dream. Now that he had woken up, he realized that he was still the carefree boy under the protection of the elder.
"You've come." Old Gao didn't turn around, just like when they first met, leaving only his back to Chen Qian.
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