The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power.

Chapter 1868 In the name of Emperor, with the title of Honor

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

In the vast universe of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a stone embryo was born, rising from the ground, roaring through mountains and galaxies, causing the universe to collapse.

This is a Holy Spirit, the darling of heaven and earth, a Holy Spirit born in perfect harmony. From birth, he stands at the pinnacle of humanity. Heaven trembles for him, and the universe shakes for him. The moment he is born, his might overwhelms the ancient and primordial world.

He received the blessings of Heaven, possessed unparalleled divine laws, was born in accordance with the will of Heaven and Earth, and achieved perfect mastery of various secret techniques and forbidden supernatural powers, with boundless magical power.

This stone figure was born and unleashed the ultimate divine magic; its name is—Heaven.

He is a holy spirit born of heaven and earth, a son of the heavens, with ultimate and boundless supernatural powers, capable of overturning mountains and seas, reviving and withering all things, and resonating with all the myriad paths of the universe.

"Boom!"

The river of time flows endlessly, the boundless universe stretches across the sky, and the chains of laws and order intertwine, connecting the past, present, and future, as if the heavens were wrathful.

A giant stone figure, wielding a halberd that gleamed with black and gold light, cleaved down.

The final blow caused time and space to lose their color, and all of eternity to collapse.

Finally, nothing could be seen anymore, only a blazing expanse, boundless and vast, with the sun, moon, stars, and countless universes exploding one after another, a devastating destruction in the desolate frontier.

Endless light became the only thing.

Chaos exploded, the universe trembled, and in the vast sea of ​​light, two figures gradually appeared, one of them a blood-soaked halberd.

The stone figure stood tall through time and space, exuding divine power, with thick, flowing hair, but his eyes had dimmed.

With a final roar, the stone man's dim eyes snapped open in fury, and he spat out a mouthful of innate essence, which transformed into a white, billowing wave of energy.

……

The strange phenomena of the Qilin and the stone man soared into the sky, and more figures followed.

"boom!"

A blazing radiance of light burst forth with immortal auspicious brilliance, and a great purple dragon soared into the sky, covering the heavens and shaking the past, present, and future.

In particular, a dragon's roar shook the heavens and earth. It quickly transformed into a purple-haired man of medium build, not particularly imposing, but awe-inspiring and dignified.

His pair of purple pupils were as deep as the sea, and then suddenly two purple lightning bolts shot out, cutting through the universe and shaking the vast galaxy.

In the endless universe, purple-gold light surged, bells rang loudly, and a great dragon broke through countless galaxies.

The bells tolled softly, purple light surged, and a large dragon coiled above the middle-aged man's head.

"boom!"

An iron rod shot into the sky, unleashing a powerful and domineering aura.

A figure, majestic and awe-inspiring, awe-inspiring throughout history, with eyes like two torches, sharp and piercing.

This is a divine ape. Its true appearance is not visible, but its body shape, golden fur, and unparalleled fighting spirit clearly indicate its identity.

"boom!"

Another deafening roar erupted, and a colossal gate materialized, emitting a sound like the collapse of the heavens.

It has a grand atmosphere and an ancient feel, seemingly hidden yet connected, as if all the heavens and myriad realms are resonating with it, and the sound of gods paying homage can be heard.

A true dragon dances horizontally, a celestial phoenix spreads its wings, a white tiger pounces, and a qilin raises its head.

The four celestial spirits rushed out of the main hall, as if they had descended from the celestial realm.

The roar of the true dragon resounded, and the heavens trembled.

The phoenix rises from the ashes, its feathers cleaving the heavens. The white tiger roars, its roar shattering rivers and mountains.

The Qilin charged, stars were destroyed and the moon sank.

The sight of these creatures attacking together was astonishing. These were all ancient mythical beasts, but they were merely pawns of one person.

Chaos surged, creating a myriad of phenomena. Auspicious energy swept across the land, and the Four Spirits appeared, emitting boundless auspicious light. The Four Spirits guarded the four directions.

In the deepest part of the main hall, there seemed to be a person sitting upright, or perhaps nothing at all; it was a blurry expanse where even the cosmic void was distorted.

An aura of supreme power and absolute authority swept across the land, as if a supreme god was looking down upon all living beings.

This person is incredibly powerful, suppressing all realms and worlds. He is the only one who has ever been supreme, making people unable to resist submitting to him.

Below those steps, all the gods were bowing in worship, and no one dared to raise their heads. No one could see the figure on the central throne.

All the heavens and myriad realms, the gods and spirits of heaven and earth, all came to pay homage.

"The gods and ghosts of heaven and earth all worship the Emperor!"

A phrase seems to echo, faint yet ever-present, originating from the mythical era and resonating across this battlefield of temporal chaos.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous..."

"They're just a bunch of losers, so what if they're resurrected..."

The strange phenomena of numerous outstanding figures from various eras in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are merely ripples in the source of the eerie, and the many eerie consciousnesses do not take these losers in the torrent of history to heart at all.

"loser……"

Just then, the figure in the ancient heavenly court trembled, and two beams of immortal light shot out from its eyes. Immediately afterwards, the sound of the Great Dao resounded, and the sound of scriptures filled the palaces. Heavenly soldiers and generals, true dragons, immortal phoenixes, white tigers, Kunpeng and other immortal spirits all disappeared, leaving only that majestic figure.

Emperor.

It is named after the emperor and honored with the title of "honorable".

The most supreme among emperors, the most supreme being is called Emperor.

He is a symbol of an era, the most brilliant mythological era after the chaotic ancient era of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, which he ruled and pushed to its peak.

That person, who was said to be the most terrifying in that era, was the last enlightened being in harmony with the will of Heaven in the mythological age.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor left behind the path of nine lifetimes of immortality in the mortal world, which can be achieved through one's own body. The first person who is likely to successfully complete this path is also this Emperor.

He severed all his past and transformed into a divine infant, born of heaven and earth. Upon his birth, he absorbed the essence of all things in the universe, becoming supremely honored, unparalleled, and unprecedented throughout history.

He was invincible in heaven and earth, forging the most glorious path. No one could even slightly hinder him. The nine heavens and ten earths all submitted to him, ending the reign of the supreme celestial deity of the mythical era. He became the most revered person throughout the ages.

But such a powerful figure with a glorious and brilliant past was submerged in the long river of history, simply because he was a loser.

Back then, in order to completely destroy him, Ye Tiandi, Wushi, the Empress, and others, all of whom were immortals in the mortal world, joined forces to attack him. It was a battle unprecedented in history.

In that battle years ago, for some unknown reason, the Emperor, whose temperament had drastically changed, lost.

But amidst the endless flow of time and decline, he was reborn once again, and he did not consider himself... a failure.

"Boom boom boom..."

Streaks of green light pierced through the ages, rushing towards the battlefield. Terrifying and powerful waves surged forth, radiant light soared into the heavens, the universe trembled, and the green glow illuminated eternity.

One after another, ancient fragments flew in, and at this moment they all burst into flames, radiating a dazzling celestial light. Amidst the clanging sounds, the green fragments merged and were recast into a cauldron, ancient and mysterious, with three legs and two handles, its emerald green color resembling rust, gradually taking shape.

This is a cauldron, a cauldron for achieving immortality, an artifact unique to the Emperor.

(End of this chapter)