Chapter 838: Zhentian Xiongyue
The emperor's sacrifice to Yama was suppressed!
This news was like a bombshell, shocking the world, and the speed at which the news spread was unprecedented.
All living beings thought that a catastrophe was coming, but they did not expect that the emperor would be suppressed. Without the emperor, the emperor's power was not enough to shake the foundation of the Tianling Taoist Alliance.
Various forces began to inquire about the news and sent monks to investigate whether the news was true.
The giant mountain that suppressed the emperor's sacrifice to Yama also had a name, and was called the Heaven-Suppressing Mountain.
Less than half a day after Emperor Ji Yan was suppressed, a great monk came near him. In the days that followed, more and more monks came. His subordinates also came to see him and even wanted to save him. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, they could not pull him out of the mountain wall, let alone destroy the majestic mountain that suppresses heaven.
He became a laughing stock to the whole world and his pride was crushed.
He has experienced many reincarnations, and the previous ones were all successful. He had smooth sailing in every life, and even if he encountered strong enemies, he would not end up in such a situation.
Not only was he humiliated by his enemies, but he also lost all hope of winning.
Coming to the Tianling World, he felt unprecedented hardship. The Tianling Taoist Alliance was too tenacious for him to defeat in a short period of time. Now, he was attacked by the Wushi Patriarch and would be suppressed for five hundred years.
Five hundred years! The power he founded will definitely be uprooted by the Tianling Dao League.
He did not reveal the news that he had only been suppressed for five hundred years, not because he did not trust the Master Wu Shi, but because he was afraid that the Tianling Dao League would do something drastic. In addition, he also wanted to see how his recruited men and the world viewed him.
On the cliff, the emperor was offering sacrifices to Yama with his head hung low, his white hair spread out like dead grass. He was motionless, as if he were already dead.
At this moment, his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness.
He hated everything, hated the Ancestral Master, and also hated himself.
He was certain that the person who suppressed him was the Initiate Patriarch. Only the Initiate Patriarch had such power in the world.
He hated himself because he felt that he trusted the sword in his hand too much. Even though the situation was clearly not right, he still attacked the female leader.
The emperor's mood became increasingly gloomy as he was offering sacrifices to the underworld. In the distance, a group of great monks from the Tianling Taoist Alliance were watching from afar. They had frowned brows and did not laugh as heartily as the other monks.
"Although he has been suppressed, we cannot kill him at all. In the long run, his hatred for the Tianling Dao League will only grow deeper."
"Yeah, who suppressed him?"
"Could there be someone hidden in the Tianling Dao League that we don't know about? He was driven out of Alliance Leader Ji's small world. Perhaps we can go ask her."
"Although we are enemies, I feel bad seeing him being humiliated like this."
"Indeed, although Emperor Ji Yan acts in an overbearing manner, he can be considered aboveboard. He will never hide his intentions when he wants to fight someone."
The great monks were discussing this. Although they said they sympathized with Emperor Ji Yan, they hoped that he would die.
From then on, there were living beings coming to watch every day and seeing the outcome of the emperor's sacrifice to Yama, most of them would just marvel and feel curious, and did not think about it more deeply.
There are many different opinions about who suppressed the emperor's sacrifice to Yama.
Most people thought that there was a hidden master in the Tianling Taoist Alliance. After all, the emperor was suppressed because he caused trouble in the Tianling Taoist Alliance.
Some people also mentioned the Originless Patriarch, but there is no direct evidence, and the Originless Patriarch never interfered in the struggles within the world.
Five hundred years in the past was a very short time for the emperor to offer sacrifices to the underworld, but now it has become extremely torturous.
Two hundred years later, the emperor was still offering sacrifices to Yama on the cliff of Zhentianxiong Mountain. His body was covered with dust and fallen leaves, which were left by two hundred years of wind and rain.
Compared with two hundred years ago, this area is no longer so noisy, and the emperor's mentality of offering sacrifices to the underworld has also recovered a lot and become numb.
In any case, until he regains his freedom, any amount of anger he has will only hurt himself.
It was near noon, the sun was shining brightly, the sunlight shone on him, and a faint white mist rose from his body.
Sudden.
A stone fell from above, along the mountain wall, and hit the head of the Emperor Ji Yan.
The emperor was indifferent when offering sacrifices to Yama, he didn't even move.
At this moment, on the top of the mountain, there was a young man in plain clothes lying on the edge of the cliff. He looked down cautiously, but there was only layers of clouds and mist below, and he could not see any living creature at all.
The boy in cloth looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, with ordinary clothes and a dirty face, but his eyes were very smart and bright.
"Where is the Emperor..."
The young man in plain clothes muttered to himself as he looked around. Unfortunately, he couldn't find the emperor anywhere. Not to mention the emperor, he couldn't even see a sparrow.
He sat up and began to breathe heavily.
It took him a full ten days to climb Mount Zhentianxiong. His dry food and water had long been used up. Not only that, it took him three years to reach Mount Zhentianxiong.
During those three years, he went through many hardships. He was almost washed away by the river, almost eaten by a monster, and even caught by bandits who wanted to offer him as a sacrifice to the evil cultivators.
When the excitement subsided, he began to feel uneasy.
If the legend of the emperor was false, wouldn't his trip be in vain? He was not afraid of the way back, he was afraid of disappointing his fellow villagers.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally he hugged his legs and buried his face in them.
It took him half an hour to finally gather his spirits. He stood up, patted his face, then walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the sea of clouds below.
"Son of Heaven!"
He shouted with all his might.
His voice was loud, but it could not be heard far in this world. The immortal cultivators who were watching the emperor offering sacrifices to the underworld from afar also heard his shouts, but they did not care.
The young man in plain clothes began to call out the name of the emperor over and over again, his voice becoming smaller and smaller.
After hundreds of repetitions, his voice began to crack and his legs began to tremble.
Finally, he fell to the ground and began to cough violently.
"Fan Tong, why are you calling me?"
A voice reached the ears of the plain-clothed young man, causing him to look up in surprise and quickly get up.
"Son of Heaven, where are you?"
The boy in plain clothes asked, enduring the pain in his throat.
"I am at the foot of the cliff. The only way for you to see me is by jumping down." The emperor's voice was indifferent, without any emotion.
The young man in plain clothes immediately came to the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea of clouds below. He could not see any land at all, as if he was facing a bottomless abyss.
"I want to cultivate immortality with you. If I succeed, I will find a way to save you. Can you teach me how to cultivate immortality?"
The cloth-clothed youth asked through gritted teeth, but unfortunately, this time, he didn't get any response.
Afterwards, he continued to ask questions, but the emperor and Ji Yan stopped talking.
The boy in plain clothes hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and chose to jump off the cliff.
The Emperor's Sacrifice to Yan, who was embedded in the mountain wall, hung his head. When the young man in plain clothes fell from beside him, his hair was blown by the wind, but he still did not move.
Everything returned to silence, as if the young man in plain clothes had never been there.
(End of this chapter)
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