Chapter 304 Spiritual Rest Emperor
Why did Heaven send her here?
The World Emperor and her...
Jiang Xianwan's head was throbbing from the noise from Mu Shang and the other two.
I glanced up at the River of Long Sleep, it glided through the Black Forest, and vanished in the blink of an eye.
This realm is unlike any other realm; its style is complex and distinctive, and its bustling atmosphere is like stepping into a mortal market.
The center of the realm, also known as the realm capital, is called the realm within a realm.
The residence of the World Emperor is obvious and clearly defined.
The central boundary marker of the altar is a hundred feet high. The steps that seem to be a few hundred steps in the air are actually tens of thousands of steps that reach straight into the sky.
Jiang Xianwan stepped into the hall in a flash, feeling as if she had ascended to heaven.
This is fucking... even taller than Di Yin and Yun Weize's floating palace!
His divine sense spread out, and found that there was not a single living creature in the thirty-three palaces.
Of course, except for her.
Driven solely by instinct, Jiang Xianwan went straight into the Emperor's bedroom, stood before the mirror, and removed the mask from her face.
It really was her.
Does the World Emperor look just like her?
Or did the Heavenly Dao alter this world's memory of the Realm Emperor?
Or perhaps...
Jiang Xianwan suddenly closed one eyelash. She should have been feeling irritable, worried, and all sorts of emotions, but her heart remained completely calm.
It is certain that Jiang Xingxing will not be in any danger for the time being.
Since Heaven has mentioned Xingxing and is using her to coerce and manipulate her into exerting her strength to achieve certain things, it will not allow anything to happen to Xingxing.
However, when she was pulled into the crevice by the Heavenly Dao, she asked Di Yin and the others to wait for her, but now the spiritual bond between her and the fox seems to have been severed, and they can no longer feel each other's presence.
I wonder how worried they will be.
Without the tombstone, what will become of the deathly aura of the Void Ancient Realm? Those three arrows probably still won't be able to kill Lin Qingran.
Jiang Xianwan felt increasingly agitated.
She didn't know what was inside the clam shell.
Why would Heaven use this to blackmail her and send her back three hundred years?
What the hell do they want me to do? Would it kill me to just whisper a word?
How to stop that great war?
Or should we unify the three realms and three domains?
Jiang Xianwan walked out step by step, gazing at this vast land.
Running in the streets, riding on tree branches, perched on rooftops, flying in the sky... there are humans, demons, and monsters all.
They were all wrapped in black cloth from head to toe, muttering to themselves, creating a lively and unrestrained scene.
It is a vibrant life, a trace of its existence.
It's hard to imagine how many humans, demons, and monsters died in that great war.
Her gaze naturally fell upon the hundred-foot boundary marker on the altar, her heart stirred slightly, and she flicked her fingertips lightly.
This boundary marker is simply an enlarged version of a tombstone.
It is this that Lin Qingran illuminates in the book.
Legend has it that this boundary marker was cast by the Boundary Emperor himself.
Those ten thousand steps were built by the cultivators of the entire realm themselves, carrying the power of their faith.
To succeed the next World Emperor, one must light up the boundary markers, take one step at a time, and ascend the thirty-three palaces.
It must be recognized by all cultivators and the Realm Emperor of the Realm; none of them can be missing.
As a wisp of spiritual energy entered, the ancient stone tablet seemed to be electrified, its body shining brightly. It was not dazzling, but rather like a clear, long chant that pierced through the nine heavens.
Its immense power transformed into visible ripples, sweeping across the entire realm.
At the same time, the winding, towering steps lit up one after another, like a dazzling galaxy rising from the human world, eventually forcibly connecting and linking with the Milky Way in the heavens.
Jiang Xianwan was too shocked to react.
Immediately following, what reached my ears was—
The realm boiled over in an instant.
"Aaaaaaah! My Emperor!"
"Awoooooo! It's our Emperor—!"
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! My Emperor! You're back!"
"My Emperor! I love you! Ahhhhhh!"
"My Emperor! I am the all-powerful Emperor, standing tall and invincible! Tonight, I will perform a dance for you!"
"Aa ...
"Awoooo ...
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
With her current cultivation level, she could easily take in all the demons and monsters running rampant.
One can also clearly feel their joy and the surging clamor of faith at this moment.
It is absolute loyalty to one's own emperor.
Jiang Xianwan wanted to curl the corners of her lips into a smile, but unfortunately, her body couldn't manage it.
With arms crossed and leaning against the railing, he spread his divine sense over the entire realm, watching them wildly swing their arms, jump around, and make a ruckus.
Just then, a faint, solemn aura suddenly appeared behind them.
She glanced to the side instinctively, and that tall figure suddenly came into view.
At that moment, everything fell silent in her ears.
A glint flashed in Jiang Xianwan's eyes. She tried to stand up straight, but her body wouldn't move at all.
I could only look up in this position.
The person stood in the void, as if he were the static axis of the universe.
A huge silver moon hung high behind him, its cool light outlining his silhouette with a hazy, divine silver edge.
The moonlight, like water, absorbed the power of the starry night, flowing endlessly across the black, wide-sleeved Taoist robe.
His posture was upright and elegant, like pine branches covered in frost, and he looked no more than a young man.
A silver-white mask covered half of his face above the bridge of his nose, revealing only the lower half.
The jawline was sharp and clean, like it had been cut with a knife. His skin was a cool-toned jade white, a masterpiece of cold jade carving, without any flaws.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like an abyss, and looking into them felt like falling into a bottomless, icy pool. His lips were thin and sharp, and when tightly pursed, they revealed an almost ruthless decisiveness.
Her long, ink-black hair was loosely held back with a heavy, dark wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling from her forehead, adding to her cold and aloof demeanor that made people afraid to look directly at her.
Between his slender fingers, he held a bow that silently shimmered with a faint golden light.
Jiang Xianwan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was taken aback.
E'gong?
The Spiritual Resting Emperor?!
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