The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 403 The Heavenly Emperor Reborn, the Heavenly Demon Transforms

"The Heavenly Emperor died just like that?"

Feng Zhijia was somewhat dazed.

He used to be a teahouse waiter, an ordinary waiter who served tea and water. But unexpectedly, a big change happened when he was seventeen years old when he bumped into someone in the waist.

He was swept along by the tide of the times, cultivating martial arts and immortal techniques, eventually becoming an immortal and achieving immortality. Then he faced his ultimate mission in this life—to kill the Heavenly Emperor!

His life was magnificent, and his final step was equally dazzling.

But behind him lay countless bones; his own uncle had also died on this road.

If he could do it all over again, he would rather be a waiter in a teahouse.

Just as his mind was flooded with chaotic thoughts, a voice called out to him.

"Heavenly Emperor, it is time for you to ascend the throne."

Feng Zhijia did not look at the source of the sound, because his divine sense had been circulating throughout the body, and he understood everything.

But deep down, he was still marveling, "The Heavenly Emperor? I've become the Heavenly Emperor?"

He still finds it hard to believe the result.

I never imagined that I would become the so-called Heavenly Emperor.

"Is the one who kills the Heavenly Emperor the Heavenly Emperor himself?" Feng Zhijia stopped in his tracks before the nine-nine supreme throne floating on the jade steps.

"We beseech the Heavenly Emperor to ascend the throne!"

Behind him were a mass of figures and a terrifying, world-destroying scene.

The capital of the Heavenly Emperor has been shattered by the various Heavenly Venerables who followed Feng Zhijia and many of Feng Zhijia's comrades. The Nine Heavens of the Immortal Realm have also been destroyed in the great war.

Most of the immortals who protected the Heavenly Emperor have perished, with only a small number hiding in the cave between the celestial realm and the mortal membrane.

The glorious and prosperous immortal realm has become a thing of the past, and now only ruins remain, with countless shattered tiles scattered everywhere.

The cry of "Please let the Heavenly Emperor ascend the throne!" grew louder and louder, echoing from thirty million miles away to Feng Zhijia.

In a daze, Feng Zhijia saw his former comrades-in-arms, those who were also reincarnations of the remnants of the Heavenly Emperor scattered throughout the heavens. They were killed by the Heavenly Emperor and his subordinate immortal venerables and officials, and then they gave their power to their companions without reservation, which finally gathered into Feng Zhijia's body.

It was precisely for this reason that Feng Zhijia was able to defeat and kill the Heavenly Emperor, who held supreme power over the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm.

He is now the center of attention, but what about his companions?

What about his uncle? What about his friends? What about those who helped him? And his mentor and friend, the young hero Wang Ping'an—they're all dead.

Because they were originally the reincarnations of the Heavenly Emperor's lingering resentment, there was no possibility of them returning to their former selves.

They were originally one, and when they were united, they became the Heavenly Emperor. When they gave all their power to Feng Zhijia, they also abandoned the possibility of their own reincarnation.

"Therefore, I am the Heavenly Emperor, and the Heavenly Emperor is me."

Feng Zhijia suddenly had a sudden realization.

The steps that had stopped started again, one step after another...

As he gradually ascended the high platform and stood before the throne, the thunderous cheers of support gradually subsided, but all the fervent gazes were now focused on him.

"After fighting across the heavens for three hundred years, I have finally achieved the supreme realm of the ninth level." Feng Zhijia sighed heavily.

He slowly descended onto the throne, sat cross-legged, and then awaited the thunderous roar of all living beings.

"Your subjects pay homage to the Heavenly Emperor!" The voices were like thunder, echoing from the borders of the Immortal Realm to its central hub, with all living beings shouting in unison, as if the entire Immortal Realm was shaken.

Indeed, the entire Immortal Realm was in turmoil, with spiritual energy stirring with the clamor of the world, and the Great Dao itself joyfully "calling out," as if everything was welcoming him to ascend to this throne.

Even across the vast expanse of space, the heavens and the seas of the mind could hear the celestial realm cheering for the ascension of its new master.

Within the Nine Netherworlds, the Seven Cities each have their own rulers, yet they are also bound together by unseen forces. Countless wandering souls roam the Nine Netherworlds, eventually converging in the Seven Cities.

The seven cities each had a clear division of labor: one city gathered the human race, one city gathered the celestial race, one city gathered the demon race, and one city gathered the barbarian race...

After the physical bodies of beings in all realms perish, if they are fortunate enough to be reborn as ghosts, these souls will be attracted to this place by the mysterious force emanating from the Nine Netherworlds, and then become wandering souls here.

So initially, the seven cities adhered to the rule of each accepting the souls of the races under their jurisdiction. However, as the number of beings in the various realms increased and more souls were drawn to the Nine Netherworlds, the seven cities no longer accepted only the souls of one race, but also brought in the souls of other races.

All of this, and although time has passed and the seven cities have gradually merged, it is not that the seven cities have become one, but rather that the will of the seven cities is being blended together and the laws are being supplemented.

Now, at this crucial moment in the heavens, six of the seven city lords have gathered together to observe the scene in the celestial realm.

The reason there are only six is ​​that the Lord of the Human City, the Five Visceral Immortals, has gone to protect the Heavenly Emperor, so they could not gather together this time.

"The Heavenly Emperor has been utterly defeated." The former Seven Emotions Heavenly Lord, now the Seven Emotions Yama Lord, breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if this feeling had been pent up in his heart for many years.

Indeed, this was true. He had harbored this resentment ever since he was still in the Immortal Realm. He always thought that his arrival in the Nine Netherworlds was a demotion, so he always felt resentment towards the Heavenly Emperor.

As for the Immortal Elder, he dared not and would not harbor any resentment, because he knew clearly who in this world was the Immortal Elder's true son. They were the Celestials, especially those like him who were among the first generation of Celestials, and were created and created by the Immortal Elder himself.

In fact, he understood one thing even more clearly: the Immortal Realm was actually created by the Immortal Elder.

Therefore, the Immortal Elder would not have any complaints about whoever inherited the Immortal Realm, but he would still feel resentful in his heart.

Why this kid?

Seeing the Heavenly Emperor Yang reduced to ashes, he naturally felt a sense of satisfaction.

However, he was well-informed and knew the foreshadowing of this incident.

That was to free the Heavenly Emperor Yang from the curse of the Heavenly Demon General.

This matter is of utmost importance.

However, he did not get involved and did not intend to use this opportunity to harm the Heavenly Emperor Yang.

Because he sensed that the era of the Heavenly Emperor Yang was coming to an end.

Just like the time when the immortals lived.

However, the end of the Immortal Elder's era was a result of the Immortal Elder acting in accordance with the trend; otherwise, given the Immortal Elder's cultivation level at the time, who could have defied his will?

However, the era of Emperor Yang today was not ended by his own initiative, but by necessity, and was an inevitable trend.

He only needs to wait for the Heavenly Emperor to get himself into trouble; he doesn't need to exert himself or get involved.

As expected, in the Immortal Realm, the young man who had already ascended to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor slowly inherited the last legacy left to him by the Heavenly Emperor Yang—the authority of the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm.

"The real show is about to begin." Everyone's eyes were now fixed on the celestial realm.

The next question is whether a second Heavenly Emperor will be welcomed, or whether the Heavenly Emperor Yang will be resurrected.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Feng Zhijia slowly took his seat, and then endless light gradually gathered around him, its colors dazzling, like a brocade robe slowly draped over his body.

A mysterious power also entered his true spirit, forming a faint purple mark.

"The Heavenly Heart Mark." Feng Zhijia recognized the origin of the mark at a glance.

This is the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao's authority in the Immortal Realm.

However, what the immortal left behind was a token, which was later refined into a Heavenly Heart Mark by the Heavenly Emperor.

It can only be said that with each new emperor comes a new court, and the same applies to the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Immortal Realm.

The changes were gradually intensifying. With Feng Zhijia's thoughts, the Heavenly Heart Mark slowly transformed into a jade Ruyi, which finally fell into his hands.

From this day forward, he is...

"I am the Heavenly Emperor."

"I am Yang."

Suddenly, Feng Zhijia, with a solemn expression, slowly uttered the name.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhijia's expression changed immediately, from solemn to terrified.

"You're not dead?" Feng Zhijia asked in surprise and doubt, his thoughts filling the entire Central Heaven, trying to find any trace left by the Heavenly Emperor Yang.

"There is no need to struggle, I am you, and you are me, we are all one."

The jade ruyi in his hand gradually deformed, just like a lump of yellow clay, which was kneaded and shaped by someone until it was finally molded into the shape of a seal.

Feng Zhijia's once-firm heart began to waver at this moment. He seemed to be accepting something, or rather, accepting a fact that was already set in stone.

He is the Heavenly Emperor Yang, he is the Heavenly Emperor Yang.

When did this fact become ingrained in his heart?

Probably in... that teahouse.

They were his companions.

They say they are the strands of troubles severed by the Heavenly Emperor Yang, so they are actually a part of the Heavenly Emperor Yang.

But are they?

Not sure.

But at this moment, Feng Zhijia's heart suddenly became incredibly firm.

"I am who I am," Feng Zhijia said with absolute certainty.

But just as he was so certain and his mind was so resolute, a figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He immediately sensed a deep connection between himself and the person he met, unlike his relationship with the Heavenly Emperor Yang. Rather, he felt as if this was an old friend of his.

An old friend I've never met.

"So it was you." Feng Zhijia sighed inwardly.

He had already grasped the power of the Heavenly Dao, and his wisdom was at an all-time high, so he deduced the identity of this person in the next moment.

The Five Visceral Immortal Lord, the lord of the Seven Cities of the Nine Netherworlds, was the guide for this group of rebellious individuals who fought against the heavens. He bestowed upon them a series of blessings, enabling them to refine immortal techniques in the harsh environment of the mortal realm, break through numerous shackles, and finally reach the immortal realm.

He understood something even more: the Five Visceral Immortals had a long-standing relationship with the Heavenly Emperor Yang, and their help was simply to help the Heavenly Emperor Yang deduce that he could escape the decline of his lifespan and the misfortune of his later years.

Then, the Five Visceral Immortals clapped his hands and pressed them onto Feng Zhijia's chest.

call!

It felt as if a gust of wind had hit his face.

But in reality, not a single breeze stirred in the immortal realm.

Everything seemed to be just Toyo no Yoshikazu's illusion.

But as the slap landed, Toyo no Yoshikazu gradually felt his dominant position slowly diminishing.

"Why?" Feng Zhijia asked the Five Visceral Immortal Lord as his last bit of consciousness was being swallowed up.

The Five Visceral Immortal Lord was also helpless. He slowly withdrew his palm, then stood expressionless to the side, waiting for the Heavenly Emperor Yang to return completely.

But no matter how long he waited, the Heavenly Emperor gave him no response.

"Central?"

After waiting for an hour, the Five Visceral Immortals finally asked a question.

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, the Five Visceral Immortals' expression immediately changed drastically.

The other immortals and celestial beings who were closely watching this matter also changed color.

"The Heavenly Demon General?"

(End of this chapter)