Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 392 Truly Worthy of Being the Contemporary Human Emperor

Fuxi laughed loudly upon hearing this, "Use the fortune of the demon race to repay? Then I, the emperor, will tell you today that the blood debt of the human race must be repaid with blood."

Before the words were even finished, the Hetu and Luoshu had already transformed into a sky full of stars, trapping Donghuang Taiyi. Each star carried the resentment of the human race, transforming into sharp arrows that shot towards Donghuang Taiyi.

Donghuang Taiyi hurriedly summoned the Star Bell to defend himself. As the bell resounded, countless human phantoms emerged from its walls. These were the human souls that Donghuang Taiyi had refined into the bell years ago.

Fuxi laughed in fury, "This is what you call repayment? Such nonsense can't even fool yourself."

Nezha, who was watching from below, suddenly trembled all over and pointed at the Star Bell, shouting: "Ancestor, inside that bell... inside that bell, there is a child... a child is crying."

Chen Xuan's face was ashen. He had long known that Donghuang Taiyi had committed grave sins, but he never expected that he would refine the souls of young boys and girls into a magical artifact.

Just then, a golden light shot from the direction of Chaoge, striking the Star Bell directly. Cracks immediately appeared on the bell, and the trapped souls fled.

"This is the sword energy of the Witch-Slaying Sword." Donghuang Taiyi turned his head in shock, looking in the direction from which the sword energy was coming.

The next moment, Emperor Xin, the contemporary ruler, arrived stepping through the air, followed by Wen Zhong, Huang Feihu, and a group of military generals. Even more astonishing was that Emperor Xin wielded the Xuanyuan Sword, radiating a quasi-saintly aura.

"I am the current human emperor, King Di Xin of Shang. Although I have not yet become a saint, you owe my human race a bloody war, and I will avenge it for the human race."

Di Xin pointed his sword at Donghuang Taiyi, showing no fear whatsoever. Even though the other party was a Heavenly Dao Saint, Di Xin did not take him seriously.

Donghuang Taiyi's face was extremely ugly. He pointed at the Xuanyuan Sword in Di Xin's hand and said, "Why is the Slaughtering Sword, forged by my demon race, in your hands?"

The so-called Witch-Slaying Sword is actually Di Jun's Golden Crow Blazing Sun Sword. It was then forged using human souls, which is how it became the renowned Witch-Slaying Sword during the Great Calamity of the Witch and Demons.

Therefore, when Donghuang Taiyi saw the Slaughtering Witch Sword in Di Xin's hand, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

After all, the predecessor of the Slaughtering Witch Sword, the Golden Crow Blazing Sun Sword, was Emperor Jun's righteous weapon. If he could retrieve it, it would definitely be a great help to Emperor Jun.

At this moment, Di Xin sneered and said, "I know nothing about the Slaughtering Witch Sword. I only know that the sword in my hand is called Xuanyuan. It is the holy sword that my human race uses to remember our hatred."

"Any human emperor who holds the Xuanyuan Sword will remember the crimes committed by the demon race against the human race. He will then set his first goal as slaying all the demons in the world."

Di Xin's words were truly profound, causing even the Heavenly Saint Donghuang Taiyi to feel a slight tremor in his heart.

Just then, Huang Feihu, standing behind Di Xin, spoke up, saying, "Why waste words with him, Your Majesty? Today, we, as ruler and subject, will join forces to kill this demon emperor."

As he spoke, the image of a martial god appeared behind Huang Feihu. It was a golden image formed from the combined power of generations of Shang Dynasty generals.

The next moment, Wen Zhong took a step forward. Behind him, the image of the God of Literature appeared. It was a golden image formed from the condensed image of the great civil officials of the Shang Dynasty throughout history.

The divine images of the Civil and Martial Gods appeared, and boundless human fortune began to surge forth. Finally, the divine image of the Human Emperor manifested behind Emperor Xin, and his cultivation level rose to the Saint Realm at this moment.

This greatly surprised all the Taoist disciples present. Even Han Rong, the general of Sishui Pass, was so excited that he cried and muttered to himself, "The Great King has attained sainthood."

But Chen Xuan sighed and said, "For the sake of humanity, he actually sacrificed his lifespan and used the national fortune of the Great Shang Dynasty to forcibly exchange for a higher realm."

"It seems that Di Xin's ability to become the Human Emperor was not due to the succession of the previous ruler. But he truly deserved it, because in Di Xin's heart lay the human race."

"Since that's the case, then let me lend him a hand. We can't let a moment of impulsiveness cause this last human emperor to truly become the swan song of humanity." Having made up his mind, Chen Xuan directly called over Nezha, who was beside him, and whispered something in Nezha's ear.

Then Chen Xuan took out something and handed it to Nezha. He also reminded Nezha again not to make a mistake.

Chen Xuan treated Nezha like a child. So even when explaining things, he would emphasize them repeatedly, afraid that the boy would forget them as soon as he turned around.

Nezha patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Ancestor, I'm absolutely reliable. I won't be as muddle-headed as Master."

As he spoke, he glanced at Taiyi Zhenren out of the corner of his eye. To his surprise, Taiyi Zhenren was also looking in his direction.

He immediately stuck out his tongue, and then a whirlwind of fire rose from beneath his feet, propelling him into the air.

In the blink of an eye, Nezha had arrived beside Di Xin. He said to Di Xin, "Your Majesty, in order to kill the enemy of the human race, you did not hesitate to sacrifice your lifespan and the fate of the Shang Dynasty."

"Such heroic deeds will surely be passed down through generations of humankind. As a human, Nezha is willing to offer his own faith to prolong the life of the King and continue the prosperity of the Shang Dynasty."

Nezha's voice resounded through the air like a great bell. It could be heard clearly not only throughout Sishui Pass, but also in Xiqi.

The result was that all the humans simultaneously knelt on the ground and shouted loudly towards the heavens.

"...As a human, I am willing to offer my faith to prolong the life of the King and ensure the continuation of the Shang Dynasty's destiny."

"...As a human, I am willing to offer my faith to prolong the life of the King and ensure the continuation of the Shang Dynasty's destiny."

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As more and more humans joined, their voices resounded throughout the entire prehistoric world.

In mid-air, a scene unfolded where Di Xin confronted the demon clan's Donghuang Taiyi. This inevitably drew even more humans into the fray.

In an instant, a vast amount of faith power began to converge, eventually rising together towards the sky.

Just then, Nezha also delivered the item that Chen Xuan had given him to Di Xin.

Di Xin took it and saw that it was an antique wooden box. As the lid of the wooden box was opened, nine small bronze tripods were placed inside.

At the same time, Chen Xuan's voice appeared in Di Xin's mind, "Hurry up and use your life blood to awaken the Nine Cauldrons in the wooden box."

Upon hearing this, Di Xin instantly awoke as if from a dream. He immediately slashed his chest with the Xuanyuan Sword. Blood spurted from his chest into the wooden box.

As Di Xin's blood sprayed onto the small cauldrons in the wooden box, nine small cauldrons instantly flew out of the box and arranged themselves in the nine palaces above Di Xin's head.

However, now each cauldron is the size of a room, no longer the size of an egg.

With the appearance of the Nine Cauldrons, the power of faith from the human race began to enter Di Xin's body through the Nine Cauldrons.

(End of this chapter)