After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

Weiyang Quasi-Emperor!

A being who buried himself on the summit of a snow-capped mountain to prolong the life of humanity.

As the old man said, the human race rules over all races and opens up channels to the stars. The human race should have an era of unparalleled prosperity.

They had even left the Xuanhuang Great World, but for some unknown reason, they declined, and even a Quasi-Emperor like Weiyang died.

The snow fell night after night, and Lin Fan stood quietly atop the snow-capped mountain, watching it.

Finally, the snow stopped.

"Actually, I thought of it a long time ago. I thought of it when that person named Ye Yuan came, but I just couldn't believe it."

The old man looked at Lin Fan and said.

Ye Yuan was the Emperor of Qin.

"Humans are so powerful, how could they have fallen to the point where a person at the Dao Severing Realm becomes the Human Emperor, and I even saw that his foundation has been severed?"

"Who dares to sever the foundation of the human emperor?"

He said this, his voice carrying a hint of murderous intent.

In his era, the human race was supreme, and all other races knelt before him. Not to mention a human emperor, no other race dared to touch even a scion of a human noble family.

"The Celestial Race?"

He also saw the two words on the star map.

Lin Fan also looked at him.

What kind of race is the Celestial Race?

He asked.

"One of the top ten clans in the current Xuanhuang Great World."

Lin Fan said that he had only seen it in the memories of the Qin Emperor's retrospection, and only knew it as a very mysterious race through human records.

"There were no Celestials back then."

The old man spoke, his brows furrowing slightly as if he were thinking about something, but a moment later his face was filled with murderous intent.

"Whether they are Celestials or any other race, those who offend our human race shall be punished!"

"Now that my master is gone, I will take over the protection of humanity."

He bowed again to the corpse in the sacred pool, then stood up. His hunched body was no longer hunched, and his appearance was slowly returning to its youthful state.

Soon a middle-aged man appeared in front of Lin Fan.

He is at the third level of the Holy Realm!

Then he looked beyond the snow-capped mountains, at the vast expanse of the Qin Dynasty, a land of millions of miles, where snow suddenly fell, and an invisible divine thought swept across the heavens and earth.

"A human saint!"

In Qin Du, Ye Xun was kneeling before a figure hidden in a black robe, explaining the situation of the human race, when the black-robed figure suddenly raised his head.

"Is it snowing?"

He was slightly startled.

The sky was clear just a moment ago, how come it's suddenly snowing?

When the Tang army entered Qin, it did not go to the Qin capital, but went directly to the area of ​​the Qin Dynasty that had been conquered by the sea tribes.

Just as they were about to advance after a great victory, it suddenly started snowing.

"Something's wrong with this snow."

Gongsun Liang stood beside Li Yu, reached out and caught a snowflake, felt it briefly, and looked solemn.

"This is not real snow, but a manifestation of the Great Dao. There are sages in the Dao Domain, and the place where the snow falls is the place where the sages are present."

He said.

Then a figure naturally appeared in my mind.

In the mountains, a peerless figure in white robes—is that who it is?

Li Yu focused his mind.

He knew it wasn't the Master, but he also knew the Master had come to Great Qin. Could it be that the Master had clashed with the Sea Clan Saint?

Along the coastline, countless sea creatures that had just climbed ashore saw the heavy snow and hurriedly retreated back into the sea, looking up at the sky with a shocked expression.

A snow fell across the entire Qin Dynasty.

"Sea creatures!"

He roared angrily, causing the entire snow-capped mountain to tremble. It took a long time for the tremors to subside before he looked at Lin Fan.

"Humanity has declined to such an extent that there is not a single saint in a country, and they are even bullied by these worthless scoundrels."

"What about those saints of the human race?"

"If something like this doesn't happen, are we just watching humanity perish?"

He asked, his face cold.

Lin Fan shook his head and looked at the corpse at the bottom of the water.

"I am the only saint among humankind."

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief at the simple words.

"How is that possible?"

Lin Fan did not respond to him again. He looked at this sacred pool of the human race, which had accumulated spiritual energy over countless years. This place could truly be called a holy land.

"The spiritual energy in the human land is too scarce."

Lin Fan said calmly, and the old man's expression changed.

"What are you thinking?"

Lin Fan smiled slightly.

"No human can get here anymore, so let me use this opportunity to bring rain to the human race."

"Let this barren land be revitalized."

Without giving the old man a chance to speak, he took a step into the air and arrived above the sacred pool. The snow mountain trembled, but was firmly suppressed.

"Without the body of the master of the sacred pool, it will rot."

The old man shouted and struggled desperately, only then realizing just how terrifying the young man before him truly was.

Even using his own power, he couldn't budge him in the slightest. Even with the help of an imperial weapon, he couldn't see through him. He even felt that the rules of heaven and earth around him were subtly avoiding him.

"I found her a burial site that will preserve her body from decay."

"Where?" the old man asked.

"Behind my yard."

"backyard?"

The old man was stunned.

Before he could say anything more, they saw the water of the entire sacred pool being drawn into the void, and then the surrounding sky shattered, with more pieces of void piercing through.

The water of the Holy Spirit flowed into these voids.

"call!"

Not only the Great Qin Empire, but the entire Nine Provinces of the human race, were shrouded in rain at this moment.

Water comes from the sky, its origin unknown, seemingly arising out of thin air.

"This is... spiritual energy."

A human cultivator, bathing in the rain, felt as if his body had been cleansed of impurities, and he also felt as if the earth around him was being revived.

All things are rejuvenated, the barriers to cultivation are no longer so insurmountable, and the understanding of the great principles of the world is no longer so difficult.

"It's a miracle!"

A human cultivator looked up at the sky and exclaimed excitedly.

"This is a sacred site!"

"The sage is using his divine powers to change the world and the human race."

……

Many people knelt on the ground, including ordinary people, believing that this was a manifestation of the saint, just like the destruction of the Stone Clan before.

On the snow-capped mountain, the old man stared at the scene in shock, unable to recover for a long time.

for a long time

"What level of cultivation have you reached?"

He asked, "Is this really just the Saint Realm?"

He didn't believe it.

To have mastered the Great Dao of Space to an extremely profound level is something even quasi-emperors cannot achieve.

Humanity has no saints, so how did he come to be?

As the water in the sacred pool receded, Lin Fan looked at the corpse, and the old man also looked at Lin Fan with a wary expression.

He really wants to bury his master in his backyard?

His master was the Empress Weiyang, the most powerful empress of her time. How could he be buried in such a place?

"Bodhi".

Lin Fan's voice rang out in the library, and the banyan tree swayed its branches as if in response.

Then a corpse came through the void, and another tomb appeared in the backyard, with a tombstone standing in front of it.

"The Tomb of Emperor Weiyang!"