Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

In the vast and boundless world of cultivation, the heavens are weeping blood.

Nine ancient dragons with menacing scales were surrounded by chaotic energy.

An ancient bronze imperial chariot slowly traversed the silent starry sky.

Wherever the imperial chariot passed, the starry river was filled with the remains and limbs of countless alien cultivators, and blood and bones paved a road leading to the highest place.

Su Xuan treaded this blood-soaked path forged from the bones of countless geniuses, step by step ascending to the supreme throne of the Great Emperor.

He was dressed in black, which fluttered against the blood-stained backdrop of the universe.

His face was cold and stern, like ice that had never melted.

A pair of deep eyes, as if containing the birth, death, and reincarnation of the entire universe.

He simply stood there quietly, and the pressure emanating from his body was enough to suppress the dark turmoil that had recently swept through countless worlds.

That invincible aura that reigns supreme through the ages caused the river of time to stand still, and all things became nothingness before him.

Outside the imperial palace, people from all races came to pay homage.

The once high and mighty holy lords of the various holy lands and the emperors of the immortal dynasties who once looked down upon their respective regions are now kneeling humbly on the ground.

They dared not look up and meet the gaze of that figure.

"Congratulations to Emperor Su on ascending the throne, suppressing darkness, and becoming invincible for all eternity."

"Emperor Su is invincible."

The shouts, as loud as mountains and as powerful as the ocean, converged into a sonic wave that shook the heavens and resounded throughout the entire cultivation world.

Countless stars trembled at this sound, all living beings submitted, and all spirits bowed in submission.

Faced with this ultimate reverence in the universe, Su Xuan merely waved his hand indifferently, signaling them to step back.

Those holy lords and emperors felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They kowtowed three times with trepidation before cautiously getting up and retreating with bowed bodies.

As the last figure disappeared into the horizon, the magnificent imperial palace gate, large enough to let stars pass through, slammed shut with a deafening roar.

After that, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

When Su Xuan was all alone, his heart, which had long been as firm as a rock and unshakable by external things, finally revealed a deep weariness and loneliness.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind traversed 30,000 years, returning to that blue planet.

At that time, he was not the all-powerful Emperor Su, but just a poor boy from a remote farming family in the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom, named Su Xuan.

The house was very dilapidated, and life was always a struggle.

But the time I remember was filled with the warmth of family, a thousand times warmer than this cold imperial throne.

He thought of his beloved younger sister, Su Ruoruo.

In order to allow his younger sister to study with peace of mind, get into university, and leave that poor little mountain village.

He resolutely dropped out of school, left his hometown, and worked hard.

He still remembers it to this day.

Three years ago, on that rainy night, he had just received his salary and was rushing to his rented room in the pouring rain.

The blinding headlights pierced the rain, and then it was all over.

He was now separated from his family by death.

When his soul reawakened, he found himself in this cruel world of cultivation, where he became a lowly servant, struggling on the edge of life and death every day.

For 30,000 years.

He started as a handyman, treading through blood and fire, experiencing countless life-or-death situations.

He was betrayed by his fellow disciples, his master, and his best friend; he witnessed the most ruthless tragedy in the world.

The only thing that kept him going through that endless darkness and bloodshed was the hope that one day he could return to Earth and see his family again.

This was also the greatest pain of his life.

A long, drawn-out sigh echoed through the hall, spanning thirty thousand years, filled with endless sorrow and vicissitudes.

He became the Great Emperor, possessing the power to reverse time and turn the world upside down, but what good was it?

Thirty thousand years have passed in the world of cultivation, and that blue planet has probably also been in existence for thirty thousand years.

The world changes, and things are no longer the same.

His parents, and his beloved sister, have probably long since turned into dust in the river of time, vanishing into the relentless passage of years.

Boundless grief and regret nearly tore his heart, that of an emperor, apart completely.

To quell this devastating grief, Su Xuan slowly raised his hand and placed a finger between his eyebrows.

He deliberately sealed off his divine consciousness as an emperor, isolating himself from all external perceptions.

He leaned wearily against the cold throne, sinking into a deep sleep and reverie, as if banishing himself forever to that brief but warm memory that he could never return to.