Long Live The Emperor! C.687 - : 70. May the common people be like dragons, may the souls of the dead rest in peace, and may this heart be bright

Chapter 687: 70. May the common people be like dragons, may the souls of the dead rest in peace, and may this heart be bright

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Was the Blacktide wrong?

They were just filled with resentment, looking forward to being reborn or to escape the fate of becoming nutrients for the universe.

Was the universe wrong?

It didn’t kill any existence in the black tide. Instead, it only turned into the black tide after these existences died. It was like planting melons and eating melons.

Were the ancestors wrong again?

Was invading the universe wrong again?

Xia Ji opened his eyes and looked up.

The gauze curtain swayed slightly in the wind. The mountain breeze blew through the window, bringing with it traces of the cold winter. When it blew past the window, it brought with it rustling sounds.

Xia Ji, who was lying on the outside, turned his head to look.

In the cold winter, there was a frozen bug’s corpse on the windowsill.

They were clearly just dust and ants.

He suddenly sat up, rolled over from the bed, put on his boots gently, and went to the window.

It was a jade windowsill. It could be said to be extremely luxurious, but it was cold and transparent. The little spirit bug was curled up with its limbs in a tight state. Although it did not have much consciousness, it was still struggling in pain before it died.

Xia Ji picked up the bug and placed it in his palm, watching it quietly.

The insect’s corpse was very light because all the juice in its body had dispersed. Holding it in his palm, he could not feel its weight at all. It could be said to be lighter than a feather and as light as dust.

But was dust not life?

But if no one cared, wasn’t it death?

Could it be that if one closed their eyes and did not look, many things would not exist?

Xia Ji put his hands back together. He could no longer save this life.

However, he was now standing at a fork in the road. His choice might be futile, but it would also be a slim chance.

He knew autumn by looking at a leaf, heaven and earth by looking at a grain of sand, the cycle of life and death by looking at withering, and the principle of impermanence by looking at spring and autumn.

At this moment…

He had only seen the corpse of an insignificant little life, a life that would die countless times every day. He was actually moved.

He pushed the door open.

Bai Zhu tilted her head curiously, not knowing what this person wanted to do. fr𝚎𝗲𝐰ebnov𝐞𝐥.𝐜o𝗺

However, all she saw was a bright back.

Xia Ji stepped into the snowstorm.

The wind and snow raged.

It was cold in winter.

“I came from the darkness, and my future is not bright.”

Xia Ji muttered softly to himself, ” If one’s Dao heart is easily covered in dust, why should one have that Dao heart? ”

He stepped through the wind and snow and came to the cliff. ” If you were afraid to move forward in the abyss, why did you travel so far? ”

As he spoke, he stepped into the void as if he was walking on flat ground. He spread out his hands.

He allowed the little bug’s corpse to fly away from his palm and disappear into the wind and snow.

He slowly closed his eyes, and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks.

In the middle of the night without an audience, he stepped into the snowy void and pointed to the ground.”May the common people be like dragons.”

Then, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

After taking a few more steps, he pointed at himself and said softly, “”May this heart be bright.”

At this moment.

In a dark clearing in the forest, a giant shadow with ink-black wings was sitting cross-legged, looking at the person who came from a thousand meters away and listening to him explain the situation.

“True talisman? It’s not impossible, but every page of the true book is extremely precious. These true books may be useless now, but in the future, they can be an opportunity for a certain important figure to awaken.”

The giant shadow muttered.

In the distance, that person was Zhou Zhen, a cultivator from the Dragon Slaying Temple. He had been ordered to retrieve a True Tome for Xia Ji to use.

This giant shadow was naturally Qiong Qi.

The strange thing was that a nobody like him did not kneel down in front of Qiongqi.

Lust was not surprised or reprimanded at all.

The Blacktide was essentially a high-dimensional entity, so there was not much distinction between the upper and lower levels. They only handled things according to their abilities.

“Did he really win in the Backlight Chess Game?” asked Lust.

Zhou Zhen said, ” It’s absolutely true. At that time, he was sweating profusely and looked extremely weak. But even in such a situation, he still beat the Abbey Dean. He won half a stone and then fainted. ”

Qiong Qi thought for a moment and threw out a pale white page. ” Then give it to him. Since you have made your decision, we will follow your decision. ”

“We’re going to annex the Golden Lotus Sect soon,” Zhou Zhen said suddenly after receiving it.

” Then let’s annex them, ” Qiong Qi said. ” In the process of annexation, kill all the humans who might expose us. Then, replace the remaining elites with our people. We want to completely occupy the entire human world without us knowing. ”

At that time, we will have the final say in the entire human world.

Didn’t the damned heavens want nutrients and Daomerges? We just didn’t give them to them. We just wanted them dead.”

Yes, it was true.

Just as Bai Zhu had said, the reason why only nine people could survive in the catastrophe was largely related to the master of the catastrophe in the black tide. If the last survivors of the catastrophe were the black tide, then the master of the catastrophe would naturally not slaughter his own family.

In this way, the Heavenly Dao’s so-called rule that only nine people could survive every 24,000 years and 288,000 years would be broken.

If the Heavenly Axiom wanted to change the rules that had existed for countless years, it would be extremely difficult. But now, it was raining every night. The invasion of the universe made the Heavenly Axiom unable to take care of itself. The black tide that had been suppressed for a long time had also risen up.

When Qiong Qi said ” damn the heavens “, it was filled with endless hatred, and Zhou Zhen was also filled with resentment.

Hate, hate, hate.

He gave birth to me and raised me, but he wanted to destroy me and eat me. He wanted me to suffer for eternity, so that I would no longer have any memories of my family and friends. He wanted me to cultivate for ten thousand years and turn my thoughts into nothing…

Kill! Kill! Kill!

He didn’t ask for reincarnation or revival, he didn’t ask for life again. What he wanted was for the universe to shatter and be destroyed together.

Seven days later.

Xia Ji recovered his body.

The Abbey Dean summoned him again and played another game of chess with him. It was said to be the second test, but in fact, it was to consume his energy so that the seed of the True Book could be successfully implanted into his spirit.

The page was given by heaven and earth, so there was absolutely no problem.

But now, because the Heavenly Axiom was weak, the Blacktide took the opportunity to rise and take revenge, thus polluting many pages.

Therefore, any cultivator who wrote their name on these contaminated pages would be fused with the vengeful spirits in the pages.

The vengeful spirits fused and digested the memories, habits, and everything of these cultivators. In fact, the self-consciousness of these cultivators was not destroyed. They were only assimilated by the Blacktide and completely occupied by darkness, thus forming a new soul.

To a certain extent…

The black tide was the original form of this calamity.

These cultivators were also another form of the black tide.

However, the black tide that was like stagnant water had no form, while these cultivators had a form.

As for the true talisman, it was different.

The True Book was the name of the Blacktide. It meant that it was a body for the higher-level existences in the Blacktide to descend in the future or to descend in advance.

This true talisman was a kind of coordinate, a kind of link, a door.

As for whether the person who would be able to climb out of the door would be an Ancient Lord or a Desolate Lord, that would depend on the situation. As for the master of the great calamity, that was impossible. It was not easy for such an existence to wake up for an hour in twenty thousand years.

As for a Void Master, that was even more impossible. A Void Master was an existence that would not awaken for even a second in 200,000 years.

Resentful Lords were very special. They were born from the accumulation of resentment.

The impact of the black tide’s resentment formed a new resentful master. It also contaminated ordinary pages and produced true books.

In other words, the life span of the resentful master was not long. It could be said that they were all born along with the calamity. They were all newborn “children”.

However, the ancient masters brought by the true talismans were different. They were existences that had been reassembled by the consciousness of countless powerful beings in the universe.

Not long after, the game was over.

Xia Ji didn’t look too weak. Although the Abbey Dean and the others found it strange, they still placed the True Tome in front of him and congratulated him. They said that he had passed the test and thus had another chance to receive the Tome.

Xia Ji looked at the pale white page. It was clearly different from the other pages, but he calmly wrote his name on it.

The Abbey Dean and the others couldn’t believe their eyes.

That was because…

This cultivator named Xuan Qing didn’t write ” Xuan Qing “, but another unfamiliar name-Xia Ji.