When Micah proved Emperor using the nine heavens’ method—yet also severed the nine heavens’ Emperor position like a lone figure dominating eternity—preventing future beings from proving Emperor again.
The peak lasted only an instant. The madness within the nine heavens—also only an instant.
Micah left without much attachment—taking the surviving Heavenly Spirit Clan remnants and departing the nine heavens.
The nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao incarnation—blazing with light—did not act to detain them.
Setting aside whether it could detain Micah—even if it could—the cost would be too great.
After proving Emperor—Micah had transcended the nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao’s restraints. For the Heavenly Dao to control him—would not be easy.
For mere remnants of the Heavenly Spirit Clan—the Heavenly Dao had no need to oppose Micah.
To the nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao—losing a holy clan was nothing. It could cultivate another.
With countless worlds in the nine heavens—any race, no matter how powerful—would experience rise and fall.
It had seen it many times.
With the Heavenly Dao’s power—cultivating another ten great holy clans was not difficult. It only required time.
And for the Heavenly Dao—time was endless.
Thus—it cared not for the departed living beings.
Micah brought the Heavenly Spirit Clan into the void starry sky.
He understood the past enmity between the Heavenly Spirit Clan and the Five Phoenixes—so he did not lead the remnants to the Five Phoenixes.
Instead—like the exiled holy clans—they sought unclaimed life-bearing stars in the void starry sky—to continue their lineage.
The current Five Phoenixes—already contained the Heavenly Dao. If the Heavenly Spirit Clan remnants could cultivate—break their shackles—and grow into Xuan Immortals or Golden Immortals—the Heavenly Spirit Clan might rise again.
Micah would not interfere in the Heavenly Spirit Clan’s rise or fall.
At Golden Immortal level—fortune sensitivity grew. If the Heavenly Spirit Clan wished to regain glory—they must seize opportunities in this world of cultivation fortune.
Everything seemed to draw to a close.
Yet Micah felt no joy.
The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor had fallen.
But Micah remained puzzled—why had the mighty Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor fallen?
And in such a way—self-destruction.
What reason could drive an Emperor to self-destruct?
Only utter despair—seeing no hope—could lead to self-destruction. The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—should have had no reason.
Micah’s doubts grew heavier.
Tantai Xuan, Lu Jiulian, and Zhu Long—the three Five Phoenix Golden Immortals—arrived.
Micah cupped his hands toward them—all at the same realm—he naturally showed respect.
Especially Zhu Long—the Buzhou Peak Demoness…
With her special innate divine ability—even able to injure the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor.
And the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor had once marveled—that this Buzhou Peak Demoness seemed somewhat like an innate divine demon from the Primordial Starry Sky.
This deepened Micah’s confusion.
What were innate divine demons?
What was the Primordial Starry Sky?
Only now—at his current level—did Micah realize—this world was far larger than he imagined.
Indeed—strength determined vision and perspective.
“Dual-position Emperor—quite domineering.”
Tantai Xuan laughed heartily—chatting with Micah.
Then—Tantai Xuan stepped forward—tearing open the vast Underworld before him—wails of departed souls surging.
Proving Golden Immortal—Tantai Xuan now reigned as Nether Emperor in the Underworld—his title resounding.
Watching Tantai Xuan leave—Micah cupped his hands in farewell.
This Nether Emperor was also extraordinary. Micah felt some wariness—even after dual-position Emperor—he remained cautious.
Lu Jiulian also left—hands behind back—stepping on his green lotus—vanishing into the sky.
The Golden Immortals dispersed.
Micah drew a deep breath—glancing back toward the nine heavens.
His gaze gradually firmed.
From now on—he felt no attachment to the nine heavens. Indeed—nothing there was worth lingering for.
Returning to the Five Phoenix Continent—feet on solid ground—his heart filled with satisfaction.
This was where his dreams rose. He would continue walking here.
Golden Immortal path—in the Five Phoenixes—was not the end—only the beginning. Beyond Golden Immortal—lay Great Luo Immortal.
Becoming Great Luo Immortal—was Micah’s goal.
Of course—before that—Micah needed to find Lu. He still had doubts.
Walking across the vast sea—
Soon—he saw Origin Island—carried by a giant whale.
Before Micah reached shore—he encountered a familiar figure—the once-enemy—Blood-Robed Gu Mangran.
Now—Gu Mangran remained at Saint realm. Though his strength gradually fully recovered—even advanced further—he was still far from proving Emperor.
“General Gu.”
Micah smiled.
Gu Mangran—seeing Micah—had an extremely complex expression.
Newly proven Emperor—Micah.
Now—Micah had become Emperor.
While he—Gu Mangran—still marked time.
The two stood speechless—gradually having little common ground.
Standing on the sea—vast waves rippled.
Micah turned—looking at Gu Mangran.
He had some doubts about Gu Mangran.
After all—back then—Gu Mangran was no mediocrity—even a genius not inferior to Micah.
If so—why had Gu Mangran not yet proven Emperor?
From his contact with the Five Phoenixes—Gu Mangran should have seized the chance long ago.
“Obsession?”
Micah seemed to recall something—sighing deeply.
Blood-Robed General—once a mighty general under Ancient Emperor Hao—loyal to him throughout life.
Even sleeping in a coffin for hundreds of thousands of years—awaiting Ancient Emperor Hao’s return.
This obsession—blocked Gu Mangran’s path to Emperor.
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Unsettled heart—naturally could not prove Emperor.
Mist rose on the sea.
White fog enveloped—making Origin Island gradually blur.
In the blur—a graceful figure walked out.
A woman in black robes—with a foxy face.
Her aura strong—but in Gu Mangran and Micah’s eyes—merely average.
This woman—was the maid Yi Yue—sent on orders.
“Young Master anticipated your arrival—and ordered Yi Yue to wait.”
Yi Yue bowed slightly.
Micah and Gu Mangran paused.
“Young Master knew your purpose—and asked Yi Yue to convey a few words—to resolve your doubts.”
“Please speak, miss.”
Micah said—expression grave.
Yi Yue exhaled slowly—looking at Micah—a Golden Immortal.
And Gu Mangran—she naturally recognized—the Blood-Robed General from the ancient tomb—Xuan Immortal powerhouse.
These two—were top-tier existences.
Yi Yue turned to Micah: “Young Master left word—you would come asking what happened after the rift—and the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s fate.”
“Young Master says—the rift’s depths—your strength cannot probe. The consequences—you cannot bear. Only at Golden Immortal peak may you investigate. As for the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—he has fallen—but his soul endures. In the world—only Young Master can save him—no one else.”
Yi Yue said.
She did not fully understand—but Micah—upon hearing—expression condensed.
The next moment—somewhat moved.
“As expected of Young Master Lu… divine calculations.”
“Miss Yi Yue—please convey my thanks to Young Master Lu.”
Micah said.
Yi Yue bowed modestly—nodding slightly.
She turned to Gu Mangran.
“General Gu—Young Master says he knows you wish to ask about Ancient Emperor Hao—whether he still lives.”
Gu Mangran’s breathing hitched—eyes condensing—nodding solemnly.
“He lives.”
“Young Master asked Yi Yue to tell General Gu—Ancient Emperor Hao… still lives.”
Yi Yue said.
Gu Mangran—upon hearing—his tense heart relaxed.
Ancient Emperor Hao—indeed lived. That sweeping aura earlier—was indeed Emperor Hao’s.
And the seven-colored array rune clash at the rift entrance—
Clearly—Young Master Lu had clashed with Ancient Emperor Hao.
Gu Mangran drew a deep breath—he understood what this meant.
He raised his head—gaze passing Yi Yue—toward Origin Island shrouded in mist.
Divine calculation Young Master Lu…
Perhaps—Lu was sending him a message.
“Emperor’s return…”
“The time to choose sides… has come.”
Gu Mangran exhaled deeply.
Meanwhile—Micah’s eyes blazed sharply.
Ancient Emperor Hao… still lived.
In that void rift?
Meaning—those vanished Ancient Emperors from the ancient war—were all gathered in that rift?
What was their purpose?
Did those Ancient Emperors force the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor to death?
Suddenly—Micah felt a vast curtain descend—enveloping the Five Phoenixes and nine heavens.
“Young Master Lu… must be under immense pressure now…”
“Who wants to be another’s pawn—let alone someone as proud as Young Master Lu.”
“Us cultivators—if we wish to break the game—perhaps… only by achieving Great Luo Immortal fruit position. Only then—transcending heaven and earth—fearless of any Emperor scheme.”
Micah’s thoughts swirled—suddenly gaining clarity.
In Micah’s view—Lu must have sensed this immense pressure—thus needing rapid secluded cultivation.
After thanking Yi Yue—Micah and Gu Mangran turned to leave.
Both left deep in thought.
Micah returned to the Five Phoenix Continent—creating “Extreme Realm Cultivation Method”—aiming for Great Luo Immortal fruit position. Perhaps—only by advancing his “Extreme Realm Cultivation Method” could he succeed.
After all—this was his foundation.
Gu Mangran returned to the ancient tomb.
Lu said Ancient Emperor Hao lived—but Gu Mangran felt dazed. He thought he should be joyful—yet inexplicably—could not.
“Why?”
In the palace—Gu Mangran hunched—pondering.
Yet—he could not understand.
Leaving the palace—he paced—to where Lu Changkong refined divine herbs.
As Lu Changkong entered Xuan Immortal—his divine herb refinement became effortless.
A seven-colored Chrysanthemum Divine Herb—dazzling.
Its potency—likely rivaling million-year divine herbs!
Lu Changkong was satisfied with this result.
Seeing Gu Mangran—he smiled: “General Gu—what troubles you?”
Gu Mangran hesitated—he wanted to share his doubts with Lu Changkong—believing him wise—able to see clearer.
But he shook his head—giving up.
In the end—he bore it alone.
Lu Changkong paused—then smiled—plucking a Chrysanthemum Divine Herb—handing it to Gu Mangran—patting his shoulder.
“General Gu—if troubled—no need to speak. Worldly matters—all depend on one’s heart. Follow your heart.”
“Go out more. You’ve been cooped in the tomb too long. Experience the outside world.”
Lu Changkong advised.
Gu Mangran nodded. Perhaps—he really needed to wander—to clear his mind.
Even if crisis descended—he need not worry.
Or rather—it was no longer his place to worry—because in the Five Phoenixes—several stronger than him had been born.
Gu Mangran exhaled—leaving the tomb. Sitting on a small bamboo raft—cradling the Chrysanthemum Divine Herb from Lu Changkong.
Drifting on the boundless vast sea.
Wherever the waves carried him.
He sought his heart.
…
Lu Jiulian returned to the Ascension Land. After proving Emperor—he became even more divine—the entire Ascension Land grew more orderly.
Proving Emperor—seemed to influence the Ascension Land’s fortune.
Compared to before and after proving—Lu Jiulian’s state changed little.
He still sat daily on the green lotus—like a green lotus—on the Heavenly Court ruins—seemingly comprehending something.
Tang Guo—circling her Master—felt the profound aura of Golden Immortal. For those below Human Immortal—perhaps incomprehensible.
But once becoming Immortal—
Comprehending the Golden Immortal aura Lu Jiulian emanated—cultivation could easily break through.
Gradually—
Around Lu Jiulian—countless Immortals gathered.
They sat eagerly.
Lu Jiulian awoke from contemplation—looking dazedly at the circle after circle of seated Immortals around him.
These Immortals—included ascenders from the former lower three heavens’ high-martial worlds.
And Heavenly Humans from the Five Phoenixes.
And his silly disciple—Tang Guo.
“Hm? Why so much sudden fortune?”
Lu Jiulian was confused.
He had done nothing—yet fortune descended.
Because of these Immortals comprehending his emanated Golden Immortal aura?
Thinking this—
Lu Jiulian’s divine soul stirred.
Mouth opening—cultivation insights flowed.
Each word—from his mouth—turned tangible—flowing with brilliant light.
The Immortals—suddenly enlightened—doubts clearing instantly.
“Green Lotus Golden Immortal… is lecturing?”
“Surely Emperor-realm Great Dao!”
“This is our fortune—our opportunity! One lecture surpasses a hundred years of cultivation!”
The Immortals rejoiced wildly.
Yet none dared make noise. The entire Ascension Land—silent—only Lu Jiulian on his green lotus—lecturing.
As he lectured—fortune surged from heaven and earth—pouring into him.
Lu Jiulian understood.
After lecturing—Lu Jiulian turned—having Tang Guo—True Immortal peak—try lecturing.
Yet Tang Guo’s lecture gained no fortune—even drew disdain.
Lu Jiulian sought Kong Nanfei—having him lecture. Kong Nanfei—Xuan Immortal—spoke eloquently—as a Confucian—his tongue sharp.
Yet—though flowery—no fortune descended.
After several comparisons—
Lu Jiulian understood—perhaps lecturing… was a way for Golden Immortals and above to gain fortune.
Meanwhile—Zhu Long returned to Buzhou Peak—living her usual plain days.
Taking her bamboo flute—she sat on green stone—gently playing.
In the distance—the Heavenly Dao Tree swayed to her melody.
…
Origin Lake—Origin Island.
Lu was not as anxious as Micah imagined.
His seclusion—was not for cultivation—but to handle the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul fragments.
Leaning on his thousand-blade chair—holding a cup of Heavenly Immortal Wine.
Lu raised his head—eyes gleaming.
“How to handle the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul fragments?”
Lu thought.
Raising his hand—he clenched.
Instantly—countless chess pieces converged—forming the complete image of the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor.
Lu flicked a finger—a chess piece shot into the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul.
Countless scenes and memories flashed before Lu.
But Lu remained calm—ignoring them—like fast-forwarding a film. Soon—he found the memories from when the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor reached the rift’s depths.
Lu perked up.
He was curious—what was in that rift’s depths.
What could drive the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor to self-destruct?
This fierce death method—unless seeing something specifically targeting Emperors?
Lu grew more curious. Undoubtedly—a great secret.
Related to the nine heavens’ great secret—even the void starry sky’s great secret.
Crack! Crack!
Suddenly!
In the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul depths—an array rune emerged.
“Nine Character Array Runes… Dou Character Array Rune!”
Lu’s gaze condensed—seeing the Dou Character Array Rune instantly transform into thousands—like a net—sealing the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s memories.
Lu frowned.
“Encrypted at that time?”
Lu drew a deep breath.
During the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s self-destruction—the rift depths had array net forming.
Lu thought it was to stop the explosion—now it seemed—to seal memories.
Indeed—Ancient Emperor self-destruction—could not be easily stopped. Then—the only option was sealing memories.
“Dou Character Array Rune.”
Lu narrowed his eyes—not too concerned. For Nine Character Array Runes—he had countermeasures—after all—he mastered the Transmission Platform’s Eight Trigrams array runes.
But as he activated Eight Trigrams array runes—to break the seal—
The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul emitted intense pain—like his soul being torn.
Lu immediately stopped.
“Forcibly breaking the seal—the seal can be broken—but the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul would shatter into countless pieces… impossible to see those memories again.”
“What a calculation.”
Lu exhaled deeply. Ancient Emperor Hao—in that lightning moment—made such a decisive move.
“The more so—the more I, Lu Ping’an, am curious.”
Thus—the method to handle the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—needed changing.
Lu leaned on his thousand-blade chair—staring at the chessboard. Chess pieces shifted like wind and clouds.
Lu’s eyes gleamed—shifting.
Suddenly—Lu’s lips curved upward.
“Since forcibly breaking the seal won’t work—let the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor break it himself slowly…”
“Natural memory recovery—the seal cannot stop it.”
Lu smiled.
Looking at the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul—eyes closed—hovering.
“Let the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor possess and rebirth—and make him think this Young Master does not know. Once he knows it’s all my layout—he will be wary—memory hard to naturally awaken.”
“So—the setting is simple: in the rift battlefield battle—the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor self-destructed—thinking his soul would perish—yet due to the divine demon corpse—possessed a mortal in the Five Phoenixes’ mortal realm.”
Lu finished—excitedly snapping his fingers.
Powerhouse possession—monstrous cultivation—rising again—overturning the chessboard…
The routine of a powerhouse’s rebirth.
Standard protagonist template.
Lu was quite generous to the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor.
Not only helping him recover memories—but stimulating his cultivation—creating more spiritual energy for Lu.
A win-win!
Smiling lightly.
Lu rolled up his sleeve—picking a piece.
On the Spirit-Pressure Chessboard—chess situation shifted like wind and clouds.
Then—a piece fell.
Snap!
The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s soul—was instantly sent by Lu—breaking through time and space…
…
Five Phoenix Continent.
Great Xuan Divine Dynasty—Eastern Yue Dynasty—Prince Yu’s Mansion.
Miscellaneous Courtyard—Woodshed.
A stiff corpse—covered in purple bruises—lay in the foul-smelling woodshed—suddenly twitched—trembling violently.
“Hahahaha… heaven leaves a path! I… cough cough… live again!”
“The nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao—plotted against this Emperor—those Ancient Emperors forcing my self-destruction—all wait for this Emperor!”
The stiff servant’s body flipped—gasping heavily.
A fleeting surge of powerful soul power.
The servant’s wounds rapidly healed.
Suddenly—the servant’s expression changed drastically.
A terrifying divine soul swept over.
“Hm? This Young Master clearly sensed Emperor-realm soul power… why gone?”
“Ah—how can I not find it?”
Lu’s voice echoed—then gradually faded.
The servant clutched his chest—not daring to breathe—eyes filled with terror.
The next moment—ecstasy!
That aura earlier—was Lu Ping’an!
Lu Ping’an did not know he lived?
Those Ancient Emperors surely did not know either!
He actually had a chance to start over!
He—the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor…
Had returned!
