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

Jinzhou!

One of the nine continents of the human race, ruled by the Great Jin Dynasty. This continent is located in the inner territory of the human race and is free from foreign enemies.

But here lies the Primitive Mountain, one of the three forbidden zones of the human race. The mountain is 30,000 feet high and shrouded in mist all year round. No one who has gone in has ever come out alive.

"Someone's coming out!"

On this day, a powerful figure from the Great Jin Dynasty who was cultivating in seclusion outside the Primitive Mountain saw a person emerge from the Primitive Mountain.

The man stood outside the primeval mountain, dressed in ancient Taoist armor. He stood there in front of the primeval mountain, looking at the boundless world with a bewildered expression.

"I'm alive……"

"My name is Mo Yun, and I belong to the third rank of the Demon Clan."

He murmured, his eyes gradually regaining their clarity, while at the same time, demonic runes appeared on his body.

Demons!

The powerful figures from the Great Jin Dynasty who were watching him were horrified. Just as they were about to retreat, the demon was already looking at them.

"Humans, the Primitive Mountain actually leads here."

He said he hadn't done anything, but the void around the powerful figure from the Great Jin Dynasty suddenly came to a standstill.

"Too weak. Who would have thought that the powerful race described in the murals, capable of communicating with the stars, would fall to such a state?"

He reached out and grabbed the human expert at the Creation Realm, swallowing him whole. The demonic runes on his body then became even clearer.

"Humans are now merely food for my demon race."

He looked out at the distant horizon and sensed the presence of countless living beings. He smiled.

"I've been trapped in the primeval mountains for three thousand years. It's been so long since I've smelled the scents of so many living creatures. It's a smell I really miss."

A ferocious look appeared on his lips.

Then he entered the city of the Great Jin Dynasty.

This was just the beginning. After him, several more figures emerged from the primeval mountains, and like Mo Yun, they also entered the human race.

Just as farmers harvest fruits and vegetables, they slaughtered indiscriminately in the Great Jin Dynasty to fill their stomachs.

Or perhaps they are using this to vent some kind of fear in their hearts.

The Emperor of Jin has made his move.

In the sky above a county city, the Emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty held a broken sword, looking solemnly at the demonic clouds swirling with demonic energy in the distance.

"The Human Emperor!"

Countless people knelt in worship behind him; the Human Emperor was their spiritual pillar.

This has always been the case throughout history; as long as the Human Emperor appears, he can resolve all calamities, even the demon race before him.

"The Human Emperor?"

Demon Cloud laughed.

"This is the first time I've seen a Human Emperor as weak as you, not even reaching the Saint Realm."

He said something inexplicable, and the Emperor of Great Jin looked at him, with endless holy energy emanating from the broken sword in his hand.

This is a Great Sage's weapon; though incomplete, it still possesses the might of a sacred weapon.

This is the foundation of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"boom!"

A towering wave of sword energy, carrying the boundless sharpness of the Great Jin Emperor, slashed towards the demonic cloud.

But Mo Yun simply stretched out one hand and clenched it in the void, and the Great Jin Emperor stopped in the void.

"break!"

The Great Jin Emperor was greatly shocked. He forcibly broke free from the restraints on his body, then retreated a thousand meters. When he looked at the demon cloud again, his face was extremely ugly.

"Sacred Realm".

Just two words sent shivers down the spines of countless people in the human city below.

That demon was actually a saint.

"Heh, you're only finding out now?"

"Mo Yun said, but a hint of surprise and uncertainty lingered in his heart. This human, who was only at the Dao Severing Realm, was actually able to break free from his control."

There is a wound!

He saw an indelible scar on the body of the Great Jin Emperor, right on his Dao foundation, severing his path forward.

He thought of everything he had experienced in the primeval mountains and took a deep breath. Now he finally understood why the human race had observers.

Sending inspectors to the human race to sever their path to sainthood is a consensus among all the top races of the Xuanhuang Great World.

The demon race has also sent their own people before, and every thousand years or so another race will send its own powerful warriors to the human realm.

The potential of the human race is terrifying.

"Trying to escape?"

Mo Yun continued, saying that the Great Jin Emperor, wielding the incomplete Great Sage Dao Weapon, had actually gained some Sage-level combat power.

He was only at the first level of the Saint Realm; if the Emperor of Great Jin really wanted to escape, he wouldn't be able to stop him.

The Great Jin Emperor focused his mind slightly, then took a step forward, still standing before the human city, holding a broken sword, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

"war!"

This was the answer from the Great Jin Emperor. He wielded the broken sword and charged forward, using the power of severing the Dao to fight against the Saint Realm.

If the Great Jin Emperor hadn't been injured, he might have been able to stop the demonic cloud, but he was ultimately just a half-crippled emperor.

His body was blasted to the ground, crashing onto the city wall and shattering another patch of earth.

Countless people trembled.

"Your Majesty, let's go, don't worry about us!"

They shouted that a human at the Core Formation or Divine Platform realm had actually stood in front of the Human Emperor, trying to prolong his life.

Mo Yun shook his head disdainfully as he watched this scene.

"Ants!"

He said that with just one step, countless humans coughed up blood, while Mo Yun just watched this scene with amusement, as if he were enjoying the sight of the humans struggling beneath him.

He had experienced these things in the primeval mountains as well.

The Great Jin Emperor was still struggling to get up, but the Dao injuries that had been pressing down on him for so long, combined with the injuries caused by the demonic cloud, made him unable to stand up.

"No, our human race still has saints."

Suddenly, someone spoke.

At that moment, everyone seemed to have thought of something, and hope welled up in their eyes again.

They knelt and worshipped heaven and earth with devout expressions.

"Sage, please save us!"

"Humanity is suffering a terrible calamity. Please help us kill these alien races."

"saint!"

……

One person, two people... and then everyone on the entire earth did the same. Mo Yun frowned as he watched this scene.

A human saint?

Then he laughed.

How could any human possibly ascend to sainthood under the watchful eye? It's merely an illusion for these ants before they die.

Inside the library!

Lin Fan, who had been asleep for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes. A chaotic light flashed from his eyes, and the endless void collapsed before him.

Having entered the Quasi-Emperor realm, he used a lot of his original insights. He thought it was just a short nap, but he didn't expect to have been asleep for so long.

"The Great Jin Dynasty".

He turned his head and looked at the sky.

He heard voices; it was countless people calling his name.

"Humans cannot have saints."

"Mo Yun said, and a blood-red vortex appeared before him, in which countless wronged souls howled and screamed. He was going to devour the entire human city."

"No saint?"

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ear.

Then the void in front of him tore open, and a figure emerged from it, dressed in white scholar's robes. He glanced at him indifferently, and his soul went utterly still.

It's that feeling again.

The feeling of facing those things in the primeval mountains.

Fear, despair...

"If there are no saints among humans, then what am I?"

A single palm strike, as if the hand of heaven itself had fallen upon him, offered no resistance whatsoever; in the next instant, he was reduced to a bloody mist.

A black wooden sign fell down, with the number "three" written on it and a name marked on the back.

The third rank of the Demon race: Demon Cloud!

"The Demon Clan's Prodigy".

Lin Fan glanced at it indifferently, and the wooden sign vanished instantly.