Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Four million years ago, he built a thunder bridge on the top of the Nine Skies, allowing mortals to step into the starry sky for the first time; three million years ago, he went deep into the Netherworld Blood Sea and used thunder and fire to purify the resentment of all races; two million years ago, he became a thunder fairy in the mortal world and left three thousand Taoist traditions in the world; one million years ago, he named himself Hongjun and wrote "The Origin of Ten Thousand Daos" in the Purple Sky Palace.
Each scene made the Zhongzhou cultivators tremble. They finally understood why all the extreme weapons had lightning patterns, and why every transformation of the human race was accompanied by a thunder tribulation - that was the road to heaven that Jiang Han had paved for mankind over five million years.

The treasure wheel exploded with a roar, and the ancient emperor's Dharma image was repelled thousands of miles away, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the purple-gold armor on his chest. He looked at the lightning that Jiang Han stepped on, and found that the other party's robe had been stained with blood at some point, and the lightning was mixed with golden blood mist - that was a sign of burning the origin.

"You are risking your life!" His voice was filled with disbelief. "Even if you existed five million years ago, you are only at the Great Sage level now. If you forcefully activate the power of the Great Emperor, you will be killed by the backlash of Heaven!"

Jiang Han looked up, and the shadows of thirty-six lightning tribulations flashed in his eyes. He knew that what the ancient emperor said was right. At this moment, every meridian in his body was breaking, and the origin that was locked by the seven forbidden areas was backfiring wildly. But he looked at the human race on the Zhongzhou continent in the distance, those figures kneeling in the lightning, and suddenly remembered the first human child who knelt down to him five million years ago - that was a toddler who had lost his parents, but raised his scarred hands in the thunderstorm and shouted "Grandpa Lei, save me".

"My era has never passed." His voice suddenly softened, but the lightning became brighter. "When the human race needs it, the Lord of Heavenly Punishment will send down thunder to wash away the dirt, the Nine Heavens Thunder Emperor will build a rainbow bridge to connect the starry sky, the Netherworld Thunder Emperor will split the Yellow Spring to purify the resentful spirits, the Red Dust Thunder Immortal will walk the world to sow the seeds of Taoism, and the Ancestor Hongjun will wait for every disciple who knocks on the door at the Purple Sky Palace."

The lightning halberd condensed in his hand, and all 33 lightning tribulations on the halberd lit up. The ancient emperor was horrified to find that this lightning halberd was actually the same as the axe of the ancient emperor, but it had a warmer aura than that weapon - that was the mercy that Jiang Han had nurtured with the blood and tears of countless human beings over the past five million years.

"The last reincarnation." Jiang Han said softly. The moment the lightning halberd was swung, the time of the entire star field suddenly stopped. The ancient emperor saw that countless figures appeared on the trajectory of the lightning halberd: the holy body of the ancient forbidden land, the old man of the Taichu ancient mine, and the gray-clothed man in the sea of ​​reincarnation. They were all silently transferring their strength to condense the last lightning for this attack.

When the lightning halberd fell, the entire universe seemed to have been muted. The ancient emperor's image melted like ice and snow in the lightning. The last thing he saw was the human history reflected in Jiang Han's eyes: from the first primitive man who used fire, to the first monk who set foot in the starry sky, to the sentient beings who now kneel in the thunderstorm.

"So, you are the real emperor."

The voice dissipated in the lightning, and the body of the ancient emperor turned into stardust. Only the jade pendant that recorded the origin of the ancient clan was gently held up by the lightning and sent back to the Zhongzhou continent. Jiang Han looked at the gradually transparent lightning halberd in his hand, knowing that this battle had exhausted his last source of energy - although the chains of the seven forbidden areas had been broken, the backlash of the heavens had just begun.

"Ancestor!" The howl of the Black Emperor pierced through the starry sky. Ye Fan, Duan De, Ji Ziyue and others were running along the Thunder Avenue. Jiang Han looked at these young faces and thought of the disciples he accepted in Zixiao Palace a million years ago, the night he drank with Emperor Huang Tian a hundred thousand years ago, and the three thousand Thunder Immortals who died to protect the human race fifty thousand years ago.

"Remember," his voice became softer and softer, but the lightning engraved every word into everyone's soul, "The path of the human race has never been paved by the emperor. When you no longer look up at the stars, but bow your heads to cultivate the land under your feet, that will be the day when I will truly return to my position."

The last ray of lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the most remote mountain village in Zhongzhou. A child who had just learned to speak looked up at the sky and shouted out his first word in a baby voice:

"Grandpa Lei"

In the starry sky, Jiang Han's figure gradually became transparent, turning into thirty-three lightning bolts that merged into the star track. Bells rang simultaneously from the direction of the seven forbidden areas, the immortal chain of the ancient forbidden land was completely broken, the blood sacrifice monument of the Taichu Ancient Mine showed a complete record, and the time clock of the Samsara Sea began to reverse - this was not the end, but a new beginning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the land of Zhongzhou, people found that all the ancient creatures had disappeared, and only thirty-three bright stars appeared in the sky, arranged in the shape of a thunder halberd. Gai Jiuyou touched the jade slip that suddenly appeared in his hand, and there was only one line of newly engraved words on it:

"After five million years of thunder and lightning, the world will finally see thousands of flowers blooming."

The Black Emperor suddenly barked at the starry sky, his voice filled with tears: "Old man, you said you would teach me how to refine treasures!" Duan De squatted on the ground and dug the soil, muttering "He must have left a treasure behind." Ji Ziyue looked at the Lei Ji star in the starry sky, and suddenly remembered what Jiang Han had said:

"The true eternity lies not in the forbidden area, not in the imperial throne, but in the spark in the eyes of every human cultivator."

In the distance, Ye Fan looked at the glowing bronze in his hand. There was a lightning pattern on the blade. He suddenly realized that Jiang Han had never left. He just turned into the hot blood in the bodies of every human cultivator, into every lightning in the starry sky, and into the most fundamental power of this world.

That was the hope of the human race that had never been extinguished for five million years. The treasure wheel in the center of the star field trembled violently, and the red runes were boiling like magma, dyeing the starlight within a thousand miles into blood. The ancient fighting spirit roared at the edge of the wheel a million years ago. It was the obsession condensed when a certain emperor fell, and now it was raising a huge wave of fierceness as the treasure wheel rotated. Among the ancient tribes watching the battle, an ancient dragon with two horns on its back swung its tail vertebrae, and the sparks overflowing from its scales ignited three small stars nearby, but it suddenly froze when it saw the vague figure in the center of the treasure wheel - the ancestor Hongjun, who should have been suppressed, was now sitting cross-legged in the thunder pool at the center of the wheel, with three thousand white hairs moving without wind, and each strand of hair was entangled with tiny runes of the way of heaven.

"Impossible..." The throat of the ancient king made a sound like gravel rubbing. The seven life stars inlaid on the crown on his head were dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye. Five million years seemed to have left only indifference on Jiang Han. The figure who had fought against the thirty-six ancient tribes alone on the top of Mount Buzhou was now being refined by the corpse of the emperor in the treasure wheel, but he didn't even frown. In the starry sky, Ye Fan held Ji Ziyue's hand tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and the bronze ancient bell on his waist trembled slightly, which was the instinctive fear of the extreme weapon.

When the 108th Body Refining Divine Mark was branded on Jiang Han's chest, the Treasure Wheel suddenly wailed as it could not bear the heavy burden. In the red light, the six immortal rays of light broke one after another like the strings of a harp being cut, and the spokes of the six inner small worlds cracked at the same time. The face of the Ancient Emperor turned pale instantly. He clearly felt that the connection with the Treasure Wheel was disintegrating like a spider web - the extreme weapon that had been refined for a hundred years with the corpses of the three ancient emperors was now starting to backfire under the impact of the soul of the ancestor Hongjun!
"Click——"

The crisp cracking sound was faster than lightning, and a sky-blue crack appeared in the center of the treasure wheel, like a dawn torn apart in the eternal night. Jiang Taixu, who was watching the battle, suddenly had his pupils shrink. He saw the lightning that overflowed from the crack, vaguely showing the scene of the collapse of Mount Buzhou - that was a fragment of Jiang Han's memory when he fell five million years ago, and it was now turning into substance with the collapse of the treasure wheel. Ten thousand stars lit up warning lights at the same time. In the horrified eyes of the ancient emperor, the treasure wheel exploded like an exploded star, and the six spokes turned into meteors across the starry sky, each of which carved an indelible crack in the void.

The aftermath of the explosion had not yet dissipated, and the sea of ​​thunder had descended like an emperor. Millions of thunders wove into a net in the starry sky, each as thick as a mountain. Wherever they passed, the clouds of gaseous planets were directly evaporated, and the rock crust on the surface of solid stars melted like butter. Jiang Han's figure was looming in the sea of ​​thunder. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and millions of thunders bowed like subjects, condensing behind him into a thunder punishment city thousands of feet high. Every thunder brick floating on the wall was the embodiment of the law of heaven.

The stone beast under the ancient throne roared unwillingly. After devouring three life planets, it expanded to a size of a kilometer, with a half-broken star track stuck between its sharp teeth. However, the moment its claws stepped into the sea of ​​thunder, the flesh and blood under its scales began to sizzle and ooze oil, and every lightning was stripping away its ancient blood. Jiang Han glanced at it, and the gate of the Tiancheng behind him suddenly opened. A purple lightning as thick as a bucket shone out and accurately hit the stone beast's forehead - that was the thunder that split the chaos back then, and at this moment it was tearing the soul of this ancient beast into pieces.

The collapse of the stone beast caused the Ancient Emperor to spit out a mouthful of silver-purple blood. Two of the life stars on his chest were shattered, and the gemstone on the crown also cracked into spider-web-like patterns. However, the Ancient Emperor who had survived for 300,000 years did not retreat. Instead, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. He took out a bronze treasure bottle engraved with curse runes from his arms. The bottle contained the heart blood of the Blood River Emperor who fell 100,000 years ago!

The moment the golden blood entered the body, the ancient emperor's body emitted a roar like metal forging, his spine broke and reorganized, and a pair of light wings burning with golden flames grew out from his back. A third vertical eye split open between his eyebrows, and the pupil reflected Jiang Han's figure. Every time he blinked, hundreds of immortal swords appeared in the void. "Combination word secret destruction!" His roar shattered three neutron stars, and 72 immortal sword array patterns covered the sea of ​​thunder like a net. Every sword mark was rewriting the laws of space, trying to trap Jiang Han in this star field forever.

Facing the overwhelming sword net, Jiang Han showed an interested look for the first time. He raised his hand and drew an arc lightly, and the lightning condensed into a half-rolled Dao map in his palm. The ancient holy lands such as Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, and Penglai Island appeared on the map, and ancient Dao patterns flowed in each place. When the immortal sword array pattern touched the Dao map, the seventy-two immortal swords wailed at the same time, and the law imprints on the swords began to be swallowed up by the Dao map one by one, turning into golden light and merging into Jiang Han's eyebrows.

"too weak."

The three words hit the ancient emperor's heart like a heavy hammer. He watched helplessly as the secret of the word combination that he was so proud of was easily cracked. The power brought by the golden blood was receding like a tide. What was even more terrifying was that the Thunder Punishment City behind Jiang Han was shrinking, and finally turned into a thunder statue, overlapping with Jiang Han himself - that was the concrete posture of the Heavenly Dao, every eyelash was a thunder tribulation, and every inch of skin was engraved with the laws of the Heavenly Dao.

When the Ancient Emperor used all his strength to sacrifice the last Emperor-level divine rule, a broad sword forged by the power of the stars had condensed in Jiang Han's hand. The blade was a thousand feet long, and the hilt was wrapped with the Milky Way's star tracks. The lightning on the blade was brighter than the sun. He stepped forward, and every step left a footprint a hundred miles deep in the starry sky. When the broad sword chopped down, 100,000 stars cried at the same time. Wherever the sword light passed, the space was torn like a tattered linen, revealing the scene of chaos behind it.

The ancient emperor's god was vulnerable to the blade, and he was chopped eight times before he could even scream. Each of the blades accurately avoided the core of the soul, but completely dismembered the body. The eight bodies fell to different star fields like meteorites, and each of them was burning with golden blood, leaving long light marks in the starry sky. Jiang Han stood in place, and the lightning gradually faded, revealing his torn Taoist robes - even as strong as he was, it was not without cost to take the explosion of the emperor's blood.

Chapter 7: Aftermath

When the aftermath of the battle reached the seven forbidden areas of life, shocked whispers rang out in each of them. The source of the dark turmoil, the being that had been sleeping for a million years, opened his blood-red eyes, looked at the remaining lightning marks in the starry sky, and felt palpitations for the first time. In the Zhongzhou Imperial Court, the four sleeping human emperors woke up at the same time. They looked toward the northern starry sky, and in their eyes they saw the figure of Jiang Han walking on thunder, as if they saw the leader of the human race a million years ago reappear in the world.

Ye Fan and the others were still immersed in shock, Ji Ziyue suddenly pointed at the starry sky and exclaimed. Jiang Han raised his hand and clenched it, and the fragments of the disintegrating treasure wheel suddenly stopped. One of the spokes engraved with the Great Emperor Dao pattern slowly flew towards him and finally merged into his forehead. "That is..." Jiang Taixu muttered to himself, "He is absorbing the essence of the extreme weapon. After five million years of sleep, the ancestor's realm may have already surpassed the quasi-emperor..."

In the starry sky, Jiang Han's eyes swept across the various races watching the battle. Wherever he went, whether it was the ancient race or the human race cultivators, they couldn't help but kneel on one knee. His voice was like the way of heaven, echoing in the hearts of every living being: "The ancient turmoil should stop." These six simple words made the life stars of all the ancient emperors tremble violently, as if the imperial power that suppressed the heavens a million years ago had descended again.

When he turned and stepped into the depths of the sea of ​​stars, the sea of ​​thunder retreated, leaving behind a desolate but vibrant star field. Ye Fan looked at the gradually disappearing back and suddenly remembered the mural he had seen in the ancient forbidden land - in the picture, a silver-haired man stood on the top of Buzhou Mountain holding a thunder knife (End of this chapter)