Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

Fairy Zixia saw Donghuang Taiyi's body disintegrating into countless fragments. It was Donghuang Taiyi trying to sever his old self and give birth to a new one.

But it failed.

The fragments failed to reassemble, the light failed to reignite, and the figure sitting cross-legged in the chaos gradually dimmed and dissipated.

With his last glance, Donghuang Taiyi looked at the black gourd.

In his eyes, there was only peace and relief.

"Go."

He said softly.

"From now on, you'll have to walk your own path..."

The black gourd trembled violently, as if it wanted to pounce on him or disappear with him, but in the end, it stopped.

Then, the heavens wept and blood rained down.

The rain was crimson, falling from the depths of chaos, staining the eternal sky, the vast universe, and that figure.

With each drop of blood raining down, the heavens and earth trembled, as if mourning the departure of an emperor and weeping for the end of a myth.

Xu Jinhuan remained silent, gazing at the images that surged forth from the depths of time, feeling as if something was blocking his heart.

They were clearly separated by countless ages and were ancient people who had nothing to do with him, yet at this moment, he felt an indescribable sorrow.

Throughout the ages, there have been thirty emperors and sovereigns, as well as those great emperors, celestial beings, and ancient emperors who were buried by time and never recorded in history.

Countless beings of unparalleled talent, countless names that once made the heavens tremble and all paths submit, have ultimately returned to dust and nothingness.

Is this the curse of immortality?

If you don't become an immortal, you'll eventually turn to dust.

When those people were alive, which one of them didn't amaze an era? Which one of them didn't overshadow all the heavens throughout the ages? Which one of them wasn't hailed as the most amazing person in history?

But so what?

If many of them had been born in a complete ancient world, or in a great era like the Immortal Ancient or Chaotic Ancient, wouldn't they all have the potential to become near-Immortal Kings? Wouldn't they all be seeds of becoming Immortal Kings?

But the world is incomplete, and the Great Dao is flawed.

Being born in this era is the greatest regret.

Until his death, Donghuang Taizun never chose another path.

That path is called self-inflicted wound, self-transformation into a forbidden zone, and merely surviving in this world.

Once the Heavenly Heart is severed, one can escape into the forbidden zone and lie dormant within the divine source, awakening every tens of thousands of years to feed on living beings and prolong their decaying lifespan.

How many emperors and ancient rulers have taken this path in their later years?

Those beings slumbering in those forbidden zones of life, weren't they all heroes, prodigies, and protectors of the Way?

But when their lifespans were about to end, they ultimately chose to live.

But Donghuang Taizun did not. He calmly walked towards death, calmly accepted the transformation into the Dao, and calmly let the black gourd drift alone in the chaos, to see the afterlife for him.

This is not a question of right or wrong; it is a responsibility, a responsibility of an emperor to all living beings.

Those who exist within the forbidden zone cease to be emperors, heroes, or guardians the moment they choose to sever their own lives and feed on all living beings.

They were merely surviving.

A true emperor, even if he vanishes into nothingness, even if he is reduced to ashes and leaves no trace, is still an emperor.

Blood rained down, heaven and earth grieved, bidding farewell to the emperor.

The image shattered, and Fairy Zixia shuddered, snapping out of her immersive state.

She found herself still standing in that chaos, but the human-headed, snake-bodied figure before her had completely faded away, leaving only countless golden imperial runes floating in the void, dazzling and radiant.

Those imperial inscriptions...

She gazed intently, and golden imperial script flowed and arranged in order, unfolding a complete scripture before her eyes.

The Records of the Eastern Emperor.

Sea of ​​Wheels, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, Sendai...

This "Records of the Eastern Emperor" encompasses all the scriptures and mental guides from the Sea of ​​Wheels Realm to the Sendai Realm, and is so complete that it is unbelievable. However, it lacks the forbidden methods of the Great Emperor and the imperial techniques that are enough to reverse the universe and suppress everything.

She understood.

This is a Dao mark left by the Eastern Emperor Taizun, proof of his existence. However, this Dao mark is ultimately just a residual imprint and cannot bear his entire legacy.

To obtain this scripture is already an immense blessing.

Fairy Zixia took a deep breath and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for transmitting the Dharma, senior."

Although she didn't know if the Eastern Emperor Grand Venerable could still sense it, and although she knew it was just a Dao trace, she still had to perform this ritual.

In the chaos, the golden imperial runes flowed slowly, as if in response, or perhaps just a natural rhythm.

Meanwhile, within the Sea of ​​Bitterness, Xu Jinhuan witnessed all of this.

The Dao traces of the Eastern Emperor have been communicated, and the "Records of the Eastern Emperor" have been included.

[Second Dao Fruit Condensation Progress: 0/100, must extend and take root in a new host]

[Successfully condensed the second Dao Fruit; now able to condense a physical body for the host.]

"The Record of the Eastern Emperor" is undoubtedly a complete scripture of the Great Emperor. Even without any forbidden methods, it is enough to drive countless holy lands mad and countless cultivators insane.

As the chaos dissipated, the golden imperial inscriptions vanished into nothingness.

Zixia Fairy opened her eyes, and everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

But she knew it wasn't a dream.

Within the body, the text of the "Dongjun Emperor Record" flowed through the heart, a gift left to future generations by the Eastern Emperor Taizun.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in her heart, and let her consciousness sink into the sea of ​​bitterness, looking at the Dao tree rooted in the center of the sea of ​​bitterness.

"Dead tree, what happened just now..."

Xu Jinhuan's voice echoed in his mind: "As you can see, a trace of an Emperor's Dao has been established."

"You were the one who communicated?"

Although Fairy Zixia had already guessed it, her heart still skipped a beat when she heard him admit it himself.

This tree is truly extraordinary. It can attract the traces of an emperor and bear the karma of a great emperor. Could it be that this tree rooted in her sea of ​​suffering is the work of some peerless being?

"When the imperial weapon is destroyed, the Dao is destroyed. Unless the spirit of the weapon is restored and the imperial Dao is reforged, it will forever remain a broken artifact."

"However," Xu Jinhuan changed the subject, "Now that we have obtained the 'Dongjun Emperor Record,' if we can cultivate it with our lives and nurture it constantly, it may be possible to revive it. Even if it cannot be restored to the level of an ultimate imperial weapon, it will definitely be an unparalleled quasi-imperial artifact."

Even if it's a quasi-Emperor weapon, it's still amazing enough.

But Fairy Zixia quickly suppressed her excitement and calmly said, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

She looked up and gazed around.

The people kneeling on the ground remained kneeling, their faces full of confusion. The pressure from that Emperor's Dao Mark, though only for a moment, was enough to make them lose their composure, and they had not yet recovered.

In the distance, the figure that stretches across the starry sky still stands deep within the Primordial Ancient Mine, surrounded by endless Dao principles, overlooking this world.

"This place is not safe to stay for long."

Zixia Fairy raised her hand and waved, a beam of mysterious light flew out from her sleeve and landed in front of her, transforming into a jade platform about a foot in diameter. The jade platform was pure white, engraved with intricate Dao patterns, and had spatial power flowing within it.

The Xuan Yu Array Platform, when infused with divine power, can instantly teleport you tens of millions of miles, making it an invaluable treasure for escaping in times of crisis.