Chapter 357 Realm Emperor
The wind blows, and the stars tremble.
Above the palace roof ridge, a blue shadow hangs, overlooking the mortal world below and connecting with the celestial waterfall above.
She simply lowered her eyes, as if she were bearing the weight of a vast galaxy without any substance.
His eyes were lowered, as if looking down at a speck of dust about to be annihilated, leaving the girl at his feet as insignificant as an ant, crawling deeply.
Lin Qingran slowly bent her knees and knelt down on the long steps soaked in the night chill, her forehead hanging heavily.
All the gazes suddenly tightened like invisible shackles.
At this moment, all cultivators from the two realms and three domains held their breath and remained silent, and the world was completely still.
This knock.
They knocked on the thirty-three palaces high above.
I knock on that ethereal figure in green robes.
It shattered the silence of the night, becoming the only sound in the world.
boom--
An invisible yet immense power surged forth from the depths of the Heavenly Staircase.
Like a slumbering beast suddenly awakening, it swept across all directions with unparalleled majesty and oppression.
The stone steps trembled, the starlight flickered, and even the sound of the wind was completely crushed at this moment.
In an instant.
All spirits cry out in unison, all souls burn together!
The sound wave rose into the sky like a monstrous tsunami, soaring straight into the heavens, shaking the entire world. The echoes lingered, as if only this roar of destruction and rebirth remained in the world!
With her snow-white clothes torn, Lin Qingran plummeted from the towering heavenly staircase like a bird with broken wings, crashing to the ground in a sorry state!
The silence lasted only a moment.
The next moment—
"Holy crap! The Heavenly Rank is destroyed!"
A near-distorted scream suddenly tore through the clouds, like igniting a wildfire.
Immediately afterwards, from the deepest part of the realm, an even deeper, more resonant, and more magnificent roar could no longer be suppressed.
That was the roar of the souls of the three races resonating together.
"Your Majesty—!"
"Welcome home, Your Majesty!"
"Our Emperor is the best!"
"He's home! Our Emperor has finally come home—!"
The cheers erupted like a landslide and a tsunami.
Humans, demons, and monsters—countless figures leaped and waved their arms wildly, tears and laughter mingling together to form a surging sea of faith.
"Three hundred years! I've waited three hundred years! Your Majesty—! Your Majesty has returned home! We are no longer unwanted!"
"Oh my god! I can finally shout it out! Your Majesty—! My Emperor—! I love you—!"
"Your Majesty—! I miss you! Tell me! Have you missed me? Have you? Have you?! Speak louder, I can't hear you!"
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
Two Realms and Three Domains: "...Damn! A Realm Emperor?!"
Welcome, Your Majesty...home?
That girl is... the Mad Dog Realm Emperor who single-handedly established the realm and disappeared for over three hundred years?!
Really?!
Or is it a lie fabricated by the Jieyu faction to avoid acknowledging Lin Qingran?
Hua Buxiu and the others stood frozen in place, their pupils reflecting the slender, tall figure that seemed capable of supporting the heavens and earth, causing them to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
However, before the shock could fully solidify, it was melted and evaporated by a magma-like emotion gushing forth from the deepest part of his heart!
Instead, there was an intense, almost scorching gaze.
That gaze was like a lost ship finally spotting an unchanging lighthouse, like a devout believer witnessing a miracle.
Jiang Xianwan.
This name no longer belongs to just another mortal world.
Instead, it transformed into the real figure before our eyes.
Three hundred years ago, he single-handedly created the realm, a supreme being that all three realms and three domains had to look up to!
They exist in their time and space!
Amidst the boiling clamor and astonished exclamations, a sharp voice, as piercing as an ice shard, suddenly shattered the sky!
It forcefully tore a gap open amidst the fervent shouts and clamor of voices.
"impossible!"
"impossible!"
Why did the Heavenly Ranks perish?
Lin Qingran felt as if the word "Realm Emperor" had pierced her heart and soul. She stared intently at the annihilated Heavenly Staircase, her eyes bloodshot.
After a whole day of kneeling and kowtowing, her hair was disheveled and her clothes were covered in dust.
At this moment, her beautiful face was distorted by extreme ferocity, revealing a terrifyingly savage expression.
She suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes, filled with madness, fixed on the green figure on the roof ridge like a poisoned blade.
All reason vanished, and she screamed through her hoarse throat.
"It was you! It must have been you!"
What kind of World Emperor was he from three hundred years ago!
Playing tricks!
impossible!
How could that be!
The Realm Emperor has already ascended!
"You bitch!"
"Smack!"
A crisp, clear slap rang out!
Almost no one could see how the green figure moved.
Jiang Xianwan flicked his sleeve slightly, like a brushstroke gently brushing away ink in a traditional Chinese painting.
A slap from a distance landed hard on Lin Qingran's face.
The force was so great that her head and neck snapped to one side, her disheveled hair flew up, and clear red marks from five fingers instantly appeared on her face.
Two Realms and Three Domains: "...!"
The crisp sound seemed to echo throughout the entire realm, and all the viewers, both through the spiritual screen and among tens of thousands of online viewers, uniformly covered their faces.
A collective gasp of astonishment echoed from countless corners.
In the deathly silence, only one thought echoed wildly:
Listen.
It hurts so much...
Feng Huixue and others: "...!"
real.
That was loud.
It was loud, and...it felt really good.
Jiang Xianwan lowered her eyes casually and gently rubbed her fingertips, as if she had just touched something unclean.
Looking down at the girl who had fallen to the ground with swollen cheeks, his tone was so calm that it revealed no emotion whatsoever.
"You're using foul language. Didn't you wipe your mouth after using the toilet?"
All cultivators: "..."
Both those present at the scene and the thousands of cultivators behind the spiritual screen fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone's lips twitched, their hearts churning with turmoil.
cough……
They slapped someone in the face and then accused them of eating shit.
That's so immoral.
However, why did I feel a strange sense of satisfaction watching Lin Qingran being sent flying down the towering steps?
Lin Qingran's head was slapped to one side by the force of the slap, and half of her face swelled up at a visible speed.
A burning, stinging pain seared her nerves, and she opened her eyes wide in disbelief, her pupils contracting violently from shock and agony.
A metallic sweetness rose in his throat, which he could no longer suppress, and trickled down his cracked lips.
The grinding between their teeth produced a chilling "crunching" sound, as if they were chewing up the rusty taste in their mouths along with their hatred.
The Heavenly Ladder is destroyed!
All the painstaking planning has come to naught!
All my hard work and all my schemes have been destroyed by this despicable person in front of me!
What made her hate it even more was that this humiliation was branded on her face in front of all the cultivators of the two realms and three domains!
Endless hatred, like a poisonous vine, instantly tightened around her heart and grew wildly.
Lin Qingran's resentful gaze swept sharply towards Hua Buxiu and the others. The eighteen men simply watched, none of them stepping forward or uttering a sound!
These blinding scenes, like red-hot steel needles, were accompanied by a sudden, distorted, and intermittent laugh from the system.
The sound contained screams and hisses before collapse, filled with madness and ferocity.
"World Emperor!"
It finally tore out and "shout" out this title.
The fury of being fooled by a higher being, the madness of having one's plans utterly crushed.
Every byte is saturated with venomous disbelief and overwhelming hatred.
There was also a deep, instinctive fear of that figure in blue.
"She is the World Emperor..."
"Three hundred years ago... Haha... the Realm Emperor!"
This girl is actually the Realm Emperor from three hundred years ago!
She's back!
Why did she come back?
Why doesn't she just be a goddess, a fairy?
Once, twice!
Once again, it utterly crushed everything it had painstakingly built up!
"I want her dead!"
"I want her dead!!!"
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