I was the Heavenly Emperor in ancient times

Chapter 68 Tribulation

Falling.

The light emanating from Huang Quan in Li Jun's eyes grew increasingly intense.

At this moment, it was no longer just light threads brushing past Li Jun, but a river of light sweeping over him.

Ten thousand years later, Li Jun's body was no longer that of an emperor, and the powerful assimilation force of the Yellow Springs made him feel extremely dangerous.

Just as his double pupils were about to light up, and the bluebird was about to issue another warning, Li Jun made a move in advance.

"Come!"

Li Jun held a wooden statue in his hand, made a hand seal, and then the black ghost dragon beside him let out a roar.

"Roar!"

Then, Li Jun sat cross-legged on the ghost dragon and headed towards the depths of the Yellow Springs.

The power of the Ghost Dragon is different from that of the Yellow Springs, yet they share the same origin.

Its dragon head tore through layers of light, avoiding a part of the Yellow Springs, and protected Li Jun as he headed deeper into the Yellow Springs.

A dense stream of information flowed past Li Jun, who "saw" or, more accurately, sensed all sorts of figures.

Human, and non-human.

Ancient and modern.

The mythical demons and monsters, and the ordinary scenery of mountains and rivers.

Etc., etc.

The deeper the Yellow Springs, the more ancient the images that are transmitted. However, it seems that there was a break in the middle, and the images were erased for a period of time.

Li Jun had also vaguely noticed this, but he couldn't confirm the specific time period.

However, Li Jun searched for a long time but could not find any trace of the Three Lives Stone.

The Yellow Springs was incredibly long. Li Jun didn't know how long he had been sinking in it; it felt like a day, or perhaps several days.

"I can't find it, there's nothing there."

"Was it destroyed a long time ago, or is it sunk deeper?"

However, Li Jun still had a backup plan.

At this moment, he looked up and saw that many things from the Northern Dark Water were gathering towards the Yellow Springs of Zhangwei Mountain, among which was a special thing.

That ghost kingdom where one can see the soul in a single glance.

According to what he saw ten thousand years ago, the One-Eyed Ghost Kingdom was the predecessor of the Netherworld. As long as he went through it, he could find the Netherworld created by the Three Lives Stone and then find the location of the Three Lives Stone.

Before he entered, he had been keeping an eye on the One-Eyed Ghost Kingdom.

as predicted.

The One-Eyed Ghost Kingdom was also drawn here, gradually falling into the depths of the Yellow Springs through the Gate of the Underworld. Layers of phantoms squeezed in through the crack in the gate, transforming into something that seemed to become a physical entity.

The fall was like a giant rock sinking into the sea, creating ripples that were exceptionally large.

As the Yellow Springs surged and eroded, the One-Eyed Ghost Kingdom also underwent constant changes.

From an ordinary, ancient wooden fortress.

It gradually transformed into a city, and then various eerie palaces, dark palaces, and other buildings appeared.

There was even a bridge, and the appearance of that bridge subtly suppressed a portion of the Yellow Springs' power.

It seemed that with the cleansing of the Yellow Springs, the other party went through a long river of time, gradually transforming into a familiar appearance to Li Jun.

You can only see the buildings, but not the ancient spirit of the past. Perhaps a shadow will occasionally appear, but it is nothing more than a fleeting image.

And following the direction in which this ghost town sank.

Finally, Li Jun locked onto a shadow in the vast Yellow Springs and found the Three Lives Stone.

He didn't actually see it, but he could sense that the stone was right in front of him.

"found it!"

Li Jun rode the ghost dragon past the ghost city and headed straight for the Yellow Springs, while the Yellow Springs pushed the stone toward him.

As the Three Lives Stone approached Li Jun, he began chanting incantations, while his other hand drew a sacrificial altar with a totem. This was an ancient sacrificial technique used to worship the Earth God and borrow his power.

As the shadow of the stone drew closer.

Finally, it actually appeared in front of Li Jun.

Tu Bo also appeared.

The ancient Yellow Springs ghost god with a tiger's head and an ox's body stood up, and the most ancient underworld deity let out a tiger's roar the moment he saw Li Jun.

Then he broke through the Yellow Springs and walked towards Li Jun on the River of Light.

Li Jun looked at the earth god and found that its size was unusually large, completely different from what he had seen before.

It's no wonder, only such a massive figure could travel against the tide of the Yellow Springs.

"The eyes are there!"

Li Jun raised his head and focused his gaze on the third eye on Tu Bo's forehead, a technique he had left behind ten thousand years ago.

It is impossible to control the transformed Three Lives Stone with just a spell and a secret ritual, let alone completely control ghosts and gods.

Only that eye.

Only then can it control ghosts and gods, and even the power above them, and mobilize the laws that defy the common sense of the world for its own use.

Li Jun fell from a great height, and the terrifying Yellow Springs ghosts and gods walked towards him, colliding with each other.

At that moment, Li Jun pierced through Tu Bo's illusory body and crashed into his third eye.

Subsequently.

He appeared above Tu Bo's head, and a bloodstain first appeared between his eyebrows, then split open and transformed into an open eye.

Tu Bo's eye disappeared and moved to his forehead.

At this moment, his image is just like that of Erlang from Guanjiangkou, or Wen Zhong from the Investiture of the Gods.

At this moment, a powerful aura erupted from Li Jun, and the ghost god Tu Bo knelt down and kowtowed to him.

Li Jun seemed to have returned to that ancient era, where he was a supreme emperor who commanded all living beings to create the cycle of life and death.

He sat upright on the Three Lives Stone, gazing at the crossroads of reincarnation, watching one figure after another being reborn.

Li Jun did not stop.

He continued downwards, reaching for the Three Lives Stone that had been swept up from the Yellow Springs; that was the core of everything.

"Boom!"

The force of the Three Lives Stone surging upwards was extremely strong. The moment Li Jun grabbed it, the two were drawn into the power of the Yellow Springs, producing a violent collision sound.

However, the eyes on Li Jun's forehead emitted a strong light, repelling the power of Huang Quan layer by layer.

Then, Li Jun directed that power toward the Three Lives Stone, controlling and wielding its power along with that of the ghost god Tu Bo.

However, when he came into contact with the Three Lives Stone, he immediately felt that this Three Lives Stone was completely different from the one he had seen before.

Li Jun examined the stone carefully.

It has become completely jade-like, and its appearance has become even more mystical, with the ancient simplicity and carvings on it all gone.

More importantly, the power it was radiating at that moment far exceeded Li Jun's expectations; this was not the kind of power this stone should possess.

“Something’s not right. This Three Lives Stone isn’t controlling Tu Bo.”

Li Jun suddenly looked at Tu Bo behind him. Tu Bo's shadow should have been a projection of the Three Lives Stone, a part of the Three Lives Stone and its core.

But as Li Jun's gaze fell upon it, the shadow of the ghost god Tu Bo gradually faded away.

Then, the mighty River of the Underworld appeared.

It resembles a giant yellow dragon.

Stretching for thousands of miles, it echoes with the tolling of bells through the ages.

In that instant, Li Jun understood something and realized what the power of the Three Lives Stone was.

"It controls the Yellow Springs; it has taken control of a part of this demon god."

But then Li Jun thought about it again and still felt something was wrong.

He touched the eyes on his head and suddenly understood.

"It's not just the Stone of Three Lives."

"And this eye, this eye is different."

He sensed that this eye was not the one he had previously placed on Tu Bo's head; at least, something had changed about it later.

However, Li Jun had no time to think about it at this moment, as the awakening of Zhulong was imminent.

He immediately pressed his hand to his eyes, just like Erlang Shen in mythology.

The light shone on the giant dragon that the Yellow Springs River had transformed into.

"Come!"

"Obey the order!"

A beam of light descended, and the Yellow Springs surged even more violently.

It began to wriggle continuously, and one of the waves lifted Li Jun up, sending him towards the highest point.

There.

It is the point where the eyes, body, and blood of the Candle Dragon converge.
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This world.

Recently, many people have developed the habit of watching the news, perhaps because there are too many thrilling events happening every day.

For many people, the first thing they do upon waking is to turn on their phone or watch TV.

When I woke up, the sky seemed to have fallen again.

"According to reports, Zhou Shentong, the abbot of Changsheng Temple, who was known as the Immortal Venerable, has been confirmed dead. The abbot of Changsheng Temple is Zhang You, a former disciple of Changsheng Temple. Changsheng Temple has announced that the Non-Human Union Association Summit will still be held as scheduled, and the location will be Dushuo City, which is in another world." The host said with a smile in the video.

"The darkness over the Blackwater Kingdom is still spreading further. Experts believe this is another indication of the Candle Dragon's power invading the mortal world, but they don't think it's a big problem." The person who said this looked at the others, and everyone agreed.

"This time, the power of the Candle Dragon intruding into the mortal world is very small and the scope is not large, unlike before when it spread to the entire world instantly. This means that the situation is improving," an expert said.

News reports are saying that the problem isn't serious, and the situation seems to be improving.

And just then.

More and more people are influenced by the power of Zhulong or the three demon gods he transformed into, and like the ancient people of the Great Wilderness, they have gained souls.

They themselves may not have realized it, but they were already being watched by that demon god.

Gradually, these people who possessed souls also formed connections with those beings, especially at the critical juncture when Zhulong was gradually reviving, more and more people vaguely saw Zhangwei Mountain in another world.

He even dreamed of the outline of the Candle Dragon.

They sensed something.

More and more people mentioned this online, and then turned into crowds taking to the streets.

"It's all a lie, a complete lie."

"The Candle Dragon is about to truly awaken, and this time, the sun will not rise again."

"The world is about to end."

"The end of the world has come."

"The Candle Dragon has truly awakened, and this time it is truly going to destroy the entire world."

"Darkness is spreading, and light is gone."

"We will all die; only those extraordinary individuals who wield power can live."

"The way to become a superhuman is a treasure belonging to all humanity. It should not be monopolized by any one group or country. We must unite..."

Chaos began to erupt.

The tension that had been building up around the world and everyone else seemed to be finally about to snap.

secretly,
All countries were prepared, with one side actively moving closer to the concept of immortality, while the other side gravitated towards the Eastern Kingdom.

At this point, only these two parties came up with a plan to deal with the awakening of the Candle Dragon, and only these two parties had the ability to implement this plan.

Changsheng Temple controls Dushuo City, while Dongguo controls Taoshan Island.

Once the world is devoured by the Candle Dragon, these two originally extremely dangerous places may become the last bastion of all mankind.

Zhou Shentong died, and the situation did not improve at all.

Everything is still going on.

The "gate" base in Nangang City.

Lu Gang stood in front of the "door" and was told to leave the mortal world and not to return unless necessary.

Lu Gang turned around and asked, "What are you doing?"

The other party replied, "In any case, we need to make sure that there are no problems on Taoshan Island, and you are the key to that."

“If problems arise in the real world, and the whole world is destroyed, then Taoshan Island and you may be the last spark.”

Lu Gang's expression was complicated: "I understand."

He walked into the "door," and at the last moment he looked back out.

He used to think that seeing the sunrise, the city, and the crowds was no big deal; he could see it whenever he wanted.

But at that moment he suddenly realized that this might be the last time he would see the world for the first time.
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"What is this place?"

"Oh, it's another shadow of the ancient, barbaric era."

The mist before Zhao Nange's eyes dissipated, and she seemed to have regained some of her ancient memories.

This time, it's still a scene of a sacrificial ceremony.

As the fire blazed, sparks flew everywhere, and the shadows of the ancient people, dressed in simple attire, stretched long in the firelight.

"Who exactly is being worshipped?"

She heard the word "Cold Wasteland" again. This time she understood clearly that the other party seemed to be worshipping a being called "Emperor," but their pronunciation didn't start with "D"; it sounded more like they were pronouncing it with "T."

"Winter wasteland, winter wasteland..."

"Offer sacrifices to the Emperor!"

She vaguely saw a woman dressed in a sacrificial robe, wearing a flower crown on her head and holding a peach branch, dancing to the rhythm of music and drums. She memorized the entire sacrificial process, as she had previously gained new power in this way.

When the ritual reached its final step, the woman took out a bottle.

It doesn't look like ceramic, nor does it look like jade. The texture is very strange, feeling somewhat like warm amber, with a yellowish-white color tinged with red.

What kind of bottle is this?

"And to whom is it to be offered?"

She looked closely at the bottle and felt that it was definitely not ordinary.

because.

It was obvious that the other party intended to offer this item to a being akin to a god, and the one who personally offered it was a shaman far more powerful than she could imagine.

That's not the power possessed by a first-stage sorcerer, nor even by a second-stage sorcerer.

But before she could see the end, Zhao Nange was woken up by the cold.

She rolled over and sat up amidst violent coughing. Her body was covered in burn marks, and she lay in a pool of black water that could freeze even the soul.

The peach branch in her hand was glowing; it was that same peach branch that had saved her life. This was the umpteenth time that this peach branch had saved her.

"Where is this?"

"By the way, I'm in Dushuo City."

"No, this is Zhangwei Mountain. I was swept here by the black water."

Zhao Nange was constantly washed by the black water and eventually arrived at Zhangwei Mountain.

Looking up, she saw the aurora borealis descend from the sky, completely merging with Zhangwei Mountain.

"Zhulong has retrieved his eyes!"

Her gaze fell upon Zhangwei Mountain, and she noticed that the mountain was writhing, like a giant snake.

"It really is a dragon."

A divine dragon capable of covering the entire world and devouring the sun, moon, and stars.

As the other creature writhed, its eyes slowly closed, and darkness engulfed everything around it; everything vanished.

Zhao Nange stood in the darkness, feeling as if the world had disappeared and she was all alone.

There was nothing she could do.

I can't move at all.

She looked at the peach branch in her hand and noticed that its light was gradually dimming and about to disappear completely.

At that moment, a noise came from the darkness.

"Boom!"

A massive stone door was pushed open, and light shot into the sky.

A beam of light illuminated the whole world.

The light kept surging out, heading towards the sky.

Zhao Nange watched from the foot of Zhangwei Mountain as the light gradually transformed into a river of light, flowing in the sky like a galaxy.

But at this moment, the Candle Dragon began to wail.

The darkness began to crumble.

Zhao Nange looked up at the sky, where cracks began to appear in the once flawless darkness, and everything that had disappeared gradually returned.

At least, she can see again.

"what is that?"

"Yellow Spring?"

But an overwhelming river of yellow light surged forth from the gate deep within the Zhangwei Mountain.

The feeling was as if someone had pulled out the tendons of the Candle Dragon.

Upon closer inspection, Zhao Nange indeed discovered a figure standing above the river of light.

Something seemed to be emitting light from his forehead, shining down on the head of the Candle Dragon.

The candle dragon also turned its head.

The enormous eye of light looked up, its gaze fixed on the man, as if it recognized him.

"Roar!"

Ten thousand years ago, his eyes were crushed by the other party, preventing them from illuminating the vast distances.

Ten thousand years later, it was still the other side that pulled out its "dragon tendon," severing its desire to merge into one.

Whether in ancient times or in the future, it seems that dying at the hands of the other is its inescapable fate.

The other party is its calamity.

(End of this chapter)