Chapter 840: The Road to the Heavenly Emperor
When Gu An heard Su Han's words, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. If this kid knew that the person he condemned was him, how would he react?
Thinking of this, Gu An actually felt a little excited.
"Okay, practice sword skills well. I'll stay with you for a while. I'm going out now." Gu An restrained his smile and said seriously.
Su Han looked at him and asked curiously, "Master, you often go out. Where do you go? Can you take me with you once?"
Gu An pretended to be mysterious and said, "I have thousands of incarnations in the human world. I have many identities to continue to carry on. I can't bring you with me, because that will break the path of training. If you go out to train in the future, you may meet me again, but you will definitely not recognize me."
Su Han got goosebumps after hearing these words. He did not doubt what his master said. He began to recall the past. Could he have met his master before when he was traveling in the human world? He subconsciously raised his eyes and happened to meet Gu An's eyes. Looking at Gu An's meaningful smile, he couldn't help but shudder.
Gu An raised the wooden sword and continued to correct Su Han's sword moves, forcing him to look away.
The ordinary days continue.
Su Han practices every day. Although he has not experienced any major storms, he does not feel bored at all. He thinks that being able to become stronger in an ordinary life is the happiest life.
As time went by, the five hundred years of the emperor's sacrifice to Yama finally arrived.
It was a clear day with a cloudless sky.
The Emperor's Sacrifice to Yama embedded in the mountain wall suddenly began to loosen, and then its body leaned forward, and then fell down with dozens of pieces of rubble, smashing through the sea of clouds.
The wild wind whistled in his ears, and the emperor opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes gradually became bright.
Boom! He crashed to the foot of the mountain, his feet shattering the ground and the mountain wall behind him, dust flying like a circle, he half-knelt on the ground, one hand supporting the ground.
His body began to tremble, and the dirt on his face began to crack, turning into pieces of dirt that fell down.
He slowly stood up and looked at his hands with an ecstatic expression on his face.
"It's really over..."
The emperor said in a trembling and hoarse voice.
He had repeatedly suspected that the Master Wu Shi was playing tricks on him. That was why he was so surprised now, even more excited than when he became the master of a world in his previous life. All the resentment he had towards the Master Wu Shi disappeared from his heart.
Now think about it, he wanted to kill the people of the Wushi Patriarch, but the Wushi Patriarch only suppressed him for five hundred years. The punishment was too light. If it were him, he would never be so merciful.
Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't dare to provoke the Wushi Patriarch. If he can convince himself, he will be able to live more easily in the future.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a skeleton not far away. The skeleton was broken and scattered in the soil. He recognized the identity of the skeleton at just one glance.
It was the young man in plain clothes who called him from the top of the mountain that year.
As his cultivation level recovered rapidly, Emperor Ji Yan also regained his ability to deduce. He looked at the skeleton and deduced the past of the young man in plain clothes.
The village of the plain-clothed boy was oppressed by the evil cultivators, who would occasionally allow monsters to enter the village and cause chaos, making the village miserable. He escaped with the hope of the entire village, but his talent was too poor and no immortal cultivation sect was willing to accept him. By chance, he heard the legend that the emperor was suppressed, and he came all the way to find the majestic mountain that suppresses the sky.
Such experiences are not common in the mortal world.
But for some reason, Emperor Ji Yan felt inexplicably depressed at this moment.
The First Patriarch said that he would be suppressed for five hundred years, and it was only five hundred years, but others who asked to see him ended up being crushed to pieces.
A scene emerged in his eyes, which was the expression of the young man in plain clothes when he listened to other low-level cultivators talking about the legend of the Son of Heaven.
The boy's face was full of longing and yearning.
Although the Emperor was suppressed, he was still very powerful in his heart. This was just a training from the Wu Shi Patriarch. He even believed that the Emperor could end the dark world he was in.
The world is at peace, but that is only the general situation. For those who are suffering, this world is hell.
So the young man placed his hopes on him.
The emperor can tell whether the people and monsters who come to him are sincere. Few people really believe that he can bring a better future to this world like the young man in commoner.
"Have you gained anything in these five hundred years?"
A voice reached the ears of Emperor Ji Yan, startling him so much that he looked around. His eyes were focused on a huge rock in the south, where stood a man in white clothes, his body was like a peak and his face was blurred.
The eternal ancestor!
The emperor Ji Yan was subconsciously alert, but then he thought that if the Wu Shi Patriarch wanted to harm him, he would have no power to resist at all.
He calmed down, thought for a moment, and said, "I have gained something. Perhaps I have overlooked the hearts of all living beings."
"From now on, you can still do whatever you want. I won't stop you. But if you encounter a disciple I care about, I will still take action."
"Son of Heaven, you have reincarnated so many times in the mortal world. Is there anyone you truly care about? Who are you fighting for?"
After Gu An's voice fell, his figure disappeared.
Emperor Ji Yan did not flee from here immediately. His expression changed from gloomy to bright, and his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the skeleton.
He has been reincarnated for life after life, but he actually feels that he seems to have not found the right direction. Which path is the path to becoming the Emperor of Heaven?
His father did not give him any hints and let him search through reincarnations on his own. Gradually, he became stronger in his efforts to become the master of the world and forgot to reflect on whether he was on the right path.
Is it true that only war can unify the world?
The emperor stood there offering sacrifices to Yama and closed his eyes.
Fallen leaves floated past him, the sun set and the moon rose, day after day.
After a few days, some monks who came to watch the emperor found that he had escaped. Those monks panicked and left immediately to spread the news in various places.
More and more monks came to confirm this matter, and they soon discovered the figure of the Emperor offering sacrifices to the underworld.
Seeing the emperor offering sacrifices to Yama standing on the ground, the monks became very nervous.
As time went on, more and more cultivators gathered near Zhentian Xiongyue. The great cultivators of Tianling Taoist Alliance also came, and they even began to form a battle array.
A few months later, white snow fell, and one of the snowflakes landed on the head of Emperor Ji Yan. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky. All he could see was the flying snow.
In the eight directions, there were huge flags, all as tall as the majestic mountains that towered over the sky. On those flags were embroidered various mythical beasts. No matter which direction one looked, there were the figures of great monks from the Tianling Taoist Alliance. Looking from a high vantage point, the Tianling Taoist Alliance had already set up a net of heaven and earth, and the emperor had nowhere to escape.
The emperor was offering sacrifices to Yama and looking up at the sky. The snow was getting heavier, blurring his eyes.
That snowflake reflected a picture in his eyes. Those were the lives of different people, people he had met in his past and present lives, many of whom he had only met once.
(End of this chapter)
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