Perfect World: Ten Crowns

Chapter 424 Creating a Myth, The Supreme Emperor

"Fellow Daoist, are you alright?"

Lin Ping spoke, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

He could sense that Xia Sheng's life force had changed; he was no longer young, but instead possessed a profound aura of age, like an emperor.

"It's okay with me."

Xia Sheng spoke, and in an instant, his primordial spirit returned and returned to reality.

In that instant, many images appeared in his mind, which were the memories accumulated by this imperial corpse over many lifetimes.

However, as his will merged, some memories that did not exist in the past were born. In other words, he left new traces in the past.

"Learn from the past to improve the present!"

Undoubtedly, this is a forbidden path, and Xia Sheng dared not easily continue to deduce it, because as he did so, his own magical power was being rapidly depleted.

This is very likely a technique of a quasi-immortal emperor!
Thinking of this, he looked at the three great funeral kings and smiled slightly: "Let's go."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping nodded and did not pursue the matter further.

Each person who has cultivated themselves to this point has their own secrets.

Boom!

Soon, led by the three Burial Kings, Xia Sheng arrived at an ultimate place, where chaotic energy surged and shimmered with light, and vast stretches of chaotic soil appeared in the entire world.

In the center of this world, a sacred box hangs in the void, ancient and simple, emitting a soft celestial light, much gentler than the ancient artifacts from other realms.

However, Xia Sheng dared not be careless in the slightest.

“You all step back, I’ll try to lift a corner.”

He said, looking at the three giants behind him with a solemn expression.

"it is good."

King Lin Ping opened his mouth but did not stop him. He knew that the emperor was determined to open the ancient artifact, and no amount of persuasion would work.

"The evacuation is complete, we can begin."

Behind him, King Han Zhuo spoke, his expression solemn.

When Xia Sheng decided to activate the Origin Artifact, he had already ordered the relocation of the ancestral land, moving some of his descendants to the depths of a remote burial area, fearing that a major problem might arise there.

Then, the three funeral kings retreated, and Xia Sheng stepped forward alone, appearing below the box.

Chi!
Just by getting a little closer, the box burst forth with a divine rain of light, nine colors emanating together, so dazzling, filled with the peaceful and sacred aura of the Great Dao, making one unable to resist transforming into the Dao.

However, Xia Sheng's body emitted an indestructible immortal light, which blocked the endless rain of light.

Having been illuminated several times by ancient artifacts from other realms, he was no longer afraid of such dark substances. Even without the rotten wooden box, he could withstand it with his own body.

"Has this developed resistance?"

Behind them, the three funeral kings were taken aback, all showing expressions of horror.

This level of dark matter would be enough to corrupt an ordinary King of Burial, yet the Emperor withstood it. Just how terrifying is his physical body? He's probably close to taking that step.

"Indestructible!"

Lin Ping's eyes sparkled as she thought of the chicken farmer she once knew.

Before that person left, their physical body also reached this realm. They needed no weapons; they themselves were the greatest divine weapon, capable of suppressing all calamities in the world.

when!
Then, bathed in the nine-colored glow, Xia Sheng approached the box step by step. He then stretched out a hand and touched the ancient artifact of the Burial Realm with his flesh and blood.

Since the battle in the alien land, he has been thinking about what the key to unlocking the ancient artifact of origin is. After much thought, he finally deduced a vague conclusion.

That is yourself.

Or rather, He is waiting for beings in future generations who possess the potential to destroy the king.

Boom! The next moment, the entire world shook violently, the ancient artifacts of origin boiled, as if they were being burned, as if they had been resurrected, roaring and vibrating, emitting a liquid-like light.

Click!

In an instant, the entire burial ground trembled, almost cracking open, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure of life.

"open!"

Xia Sheng shouted and suddenly raised his arm, trying to tear open a gash.

At this moment, every second, he was enduring an immense pressure, his outer body of the emperor was cracked, his true body was a bloody mess, and every inch of his skin was filled with nine-colored light.

Tick ​​tock.

Time was passing, and the Dao Yuan within Xia Sheng's body was being rapidly depleted.

It was unclear how much time had passed—it felt like an era, yet also like a fleeting moment—when he was about to give up, a shower of celestial light suddenly fell, and countless scenes intertwined, like an ancient history unfolding in the present world.

Click!

Then, the sacred box cracked open, like a flower petal blooming, spewing out celestial flames that burned away the heavens, blurring the world and traversing the long river of time.

"what"

At this moment, even Xia Sheng couldn't help but let out a roar. His eyes were bloodshot, his body was torn to pieces, his head was split open, and his whole body was covered with cracks.

In the distance, the three funeral kings all showed expressions of horror.

That was the emperor, whose physical body was the best in all ages, but under the illumination of the ancient artifact of origin, he could not withstand it and was about to disintegrate. His primordial spirit was cracking. Was he about to perish?

"Protect me, my god!"

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Xia Sheng's eyes regained their clarity. He let out a long roar, drawing in the essence of the universe, which helped him stabilize his retreating figure and also allowed him to see clearly what was inside the box.

It was actually an imperial crown, like snow-white bone, enveloped in nine-colored liquid, exuding an aura of supreme majesty, like an emperor descending upon the mortal realm, pressing down upon people, making them unable to resist paying homage.

puff!
Even just one glance was enough to make Xia Sheng's eyes explode, oozing a blinding blood.

However, the crown of supreme power flew out and hung above Xia Sheng's head, suppressing the Great Dao and unleashing chaotic lightning, attempting to kill his primordial spirit.

In an instant, boundless dark matter surged forth, many times more concentrated than before. A single drop could engulf the entire heavens and earth, plunging them into endless darkness.

This is an immeasurable catastrophe!
"What the hell is this? Get out of my way!"

Xia Sheng roared and smashed the rotten wooden box, shattering bone spurs. At the same time, he used the Twilight of the Kings, and countless beams of immortal light expanded outward, lifting up the bone crown.

hum!
In that instant, he had a strange feeling, as if he saw a lonely emperor sitting at the end of an endless graveyard, looking down on all living beings.

Is it the Dark Ancient Heavenly Court?
"I don't care what you are, suppress them all!"

Xia Sheng roared and swung the rotten wooden box at the detached bone crown with tremendous force, like a wounded Tyrannosaurus Rex, smashing it back into the box.

Then, the petals closed one by one, the box closed, and the bone crown was wrapped up again.

Everything returned to calm.

However, Xia Sheng suffered irreversible damage. His primordial spirit was eroded and obliterated by an unparalleled power. He was in a daze and about to fall into darkness.

At this moment, he was vomiting blood continuously, his head was exploding, and his limbs were constantly reassembling, which was extremely terrifying.

As for the Emperor's body, it was even more tattered and, under the illumination of the nine-colored immortal light, it melted like water, turning into a holy liquid that flowed into Xia Sheng's head.

"what is that?"

The strange occurrence here quickly attracted the attention of the three Burial Kings, who cautiously approached, wanting to help Xia Sheng overcome his difficulties.

However, in the next moment, Xia Sheng's figure became increasingly blurred until it disappeared.

At the same time, an unfamiliar, ancient memory appeared in the minds of many powerful beings.

"Has the past been changed?"

(End of this chapter)