Reborn Shang Zhou, angry at the sage Nuwa at the beginning

Chapter 2305

Su Qingyao, Shui Ling, and Xuanzang immediately stepped forward to help him up, their eyes full of concern.

Chu Fan raised the Emperor's Seal and proclaimed loudly, "The Lord of Chaos has been destroyed, and the crisis in the Three Realms has been resolved! From now on, all races will be of one mind and share peace!"

Cheers echoed throughout Zhenxuan Mountain and resounded throughout the Three Realms.

In the following years, the Three Realms Alliance continued to promote the development of all races.

The Academy of Myriad Races has nurtured even more outstanding young cultivators, the Human Emperor's defensive array has been further improved, and exchanges between different races have become increasingly frequent.
It presents an unprecedented scene of prosperity.

As the leader of the Three Realms Alliance, Chu Fan handles the affairs of the Three Realms daily, while also integrating the power of the Human Emperor Seal into the land of the Three Realms to nourish all things.

He would often visit the ancient mausoleum in Tangyin, sit quietly in front of Emperor Xin's stone coffin, and commemorate this ancient emperor who sacrificed his life for the cause.

this day,
Chu Fan was sitting quietly in the ancient tomb when the runes on the stone coffin suddenly flashed, and a golden phantom slowly appeared—it was the remnant soul of Emperor Xin.

"Master!" Chu Fan stood up in surprise.

Di Xin's illusory figure smiled and said, "Chu Fan, you have done very well. The succession of the Human Emperor does not depend on the individual, but on the belief in protecting the Three Realms. Now that you have truly become a qualified Human Emperor, I can finally sleep peacefully and heal my wounds."

As the illusory image gradually faded away, Chu Fan was filled with emotion.

At the summit of Zhenxuan Mountain, Chu Fan stood alone, overlooking the prosperous Three Realms.

Su Qingyao walked to his side and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

Chu Fan held her hand, his eyes full of tenderness: "I was thinking, nine hundred years ago, Emperor Lin Mo protected the Three Realms. In ancient times, our master, Emperor Xin, sacrificed himself for the cause. Now, we have finally fulfilled their wish. This legacy will continue forever."

Su Qingyao nodded, her eyes full of anticipation: "Yes, in the future, more people will take up our baton and protect this pure land."

The morning bell of Zhenxuan Mountain rang once again, its melodious sound resounding throughout the Three Realms.

Amidst the tolling of bells,
It contains the hopes and aspirations of all races, and tells the immortal legend of the ancient human emperor, Chu Fan and others, in which all races united to fight against calamities.

Since then,

All races in the Three Realms live in peace and prosperity, multiplying and thriving, ushering in a truly peaceful, prosperous, and flourishing new era.

The names of Emperor Xin, Chu Fan, Su Qingyao, and others are forever engraved in the long history of the Three Realms, becoming legends revered by all races.

The legacy of the Human Emperor will never fade, ensuring peace and tranquility throughout the Three Realms for eternity.

The clouds and mist on the summit of Zhenxuan Mountain have swirled for three decades. After nine hundred years of silence among the stone gate runes of the ancient tomb in Tangyin, the remnant soul of Emperor Xin finally broke free from its shackles at midnight on a certain star.

That golden light, once integrated into the runic texture of his body, was originally a wisp of his divine soul that he had severed himself years ago, carrying the last obsession and unfinished mission of the Yin Shang emperor.

now,

Transforming into a ribbon of light, it broke through the rocky barrier of the Taihang Mountains, carrying a deafening roar, and sped toward the Guixu on the shore of the East China Sea.

Return to the Ruins

The final destination of all the ancient rivers is also the Three Realms, a chaotic land where Yin and Yang intersect.

The seawater here is as black as ink, and the surging waves carry fragments of shattered spacetime. Even a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage would find it dangerous to enter.

They too could not escape being torn to dust by the chaotic airflow.

And at this moment,
Above the giant vortex in the center of Guixu, a broken bronze altar is slowly emerging. The altar's shape is exactly the same as the sacrificial site of the Tangyin Ancient Mausoleum. The ancient incantations of the Shang Dynasty emperors, engraved on the eight dragon-carved pillars, still emit a faint golden light despite the erosion of thousands of years.

The remnant soul of Di Xin transformed into a stream of light and swooped down, circling three times above the altar.

The moment his soul touched the dragon pillar, the ancient incantation suddenly awoke, and golden light flowed along the pillar's patterns, illuminating the entire altar as if it were daytime.

"I am Shoude, the Son of Heaven of the Yin-Shang Dynasty, who, by the decree of the Heavenly Emperor, governs the Yin and Yang realms and protects the peace of all living beings!"

A powerful voice burst forth from the remnant soul, piercing through the waves of the Ruins of Return and spreading across the shores of the East China Sea.

As Di Xin's divine soul power was injected, the bronze altar began to tremble violently. The incantations on the eight dragon-carved pillars resonated with each other, forming a huge golden barrier that isolated the chaotic energy of the Ruins from the outside.

At the center of the barrier, a blurry phantom gradually solidified—

That was the outline of Emperor Xin's true form as the human emperor. Although it was only 30% of his original form, he was still wearing a black dragon-patterned imperial robe and a twelve-tassel crown, surrounded by an aura of a king who looked down upon the world.

Just at this time,

A piercing roar came from the depths of the Ruins of Return. The dark seawater suddenly boiled, and countless tentacle-like black shadows emerged from the whirlpool, frantically crashing against the golden barrier.

"They are remnants of the Yinming clan!"

Di Xin's remnant soul snorted coldly, and his divine soul power surged once more. The incantations on the dragon pillar shone even brighter, and dense ancient Shang Dynasty seal script appeared on the surface of the barrier, dissolving the black shadow's attacks one by one.

Nine hundred years ago,

To protect the peace of the Three Realms, Emperor Xin used his own divine soul as a guide to seal the main force of the Yin-Yang Clan, who wanted to break through the boundary between Yin and Yang. However, this also caused his divine soul to dissipate, leaving only a wisp of his original essence hidden in the Tangyin Ancient Mausoleum.

Now that the Ruins of Return are in turmoil, the Yinming Clan has taken the opportunity to break free of its seal. If it is not suppressed in time, the Three Realms will surely fall into war once again.

"Even if only a remnant soul remains, my duty as the Human Emperor cannot be abandoned!"

Di Xin's phantom raised his hand and waved, and golden spiritual light transformed into thousands of sword rains, slashing towards the black shadow in the vortex of Guixu.

Where the rain of swords fell, the dark figure screamed repeatedly, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the chaotic airflow.

However, the power of the Yinming Clan far exceeded expectations. More shadowy figures emerged from the vortex, and several of them, exuding the aura of quasi-saints, even broke through the weak points of the barrier and flew towards the shores of the East Sea.

Di Xin frowned. Although the power of his remnant soul had been restored due to the blessing of the altar, it was ultimately difficult to sustain.

He looked around.
Suddenly, I remembered that when I sealed away the Yinming, I hid half of the Human Emperor's essence under the Sea-Stabilizing Needle at the bottom of the Guixu Sea.

"If we can retrieve our original power, we can temporarily regain our peak combat strength!"

With a thought, Di Xin's remnant soul transformed into a stream of light and plunged towards the bottom of the Guixu Sea.

In the pitch-black sea, a colossal pillar, entirely black and covered with runes, stands silently—the ancient Sea-Stabilizing Needle.

The remnant soul of Emperor Xin landed at the tip of the divine needle, its divine soul power seeping down along the needle's patterns. The original essence of the human emperor, sealed away years ago, sensed the summons.
It transformed into a dazzling golden pillar of light, shooting straight up from the bottom of the divine needle and merging with the remnant soul of Emperor Xin.

The moment the origin returned to its rightful place, Di Xin's phantom suddenly expanded, his kingly aura surged tenfold, and his black dragon-patterned imperial robe fluttered wildly.

The jewels on the twelve-tassel crown shimmered with dazzling brilliance.

"Remnants of the underworld, today I will let you taste the might of the Human Emperor once more!"