Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 760 - 759: Wuheng Heaven Emperor

The revived Great Emperor was not truly resurrected; rather, under Chen Pingping's Six Tao of Reincarnation, he briefly regained consciousness, akin to a return of memory.

His towering figure stood silently, gazing at the ruins, the sky, the land.

He recalled the era of old, his expression laden with countless traces of desolation and sorrow…

The Human Emperor fought unceasingly on his campaign, always killing until he was totally exhausted—his vitality dried up and his physical body had been reconstituted countless times.

Eventually, his Divine Soul dimmed completely, and he… fell, but the dark turmoil had not ended.

What happened at that time?

"Predecessor?" Chen Pingping called out.

"Too much time has passed between eras…" The Great Emperor suddenly uttered, his tone filled with an endless sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, a voice emerged from the crowd, "Are you… Wuheng Heaven Emperor?"

"What? Wuheng Heaven Emperor?" The others exclaimed in shock.

He was the first Heaven Emperor in the history of the Human Clan, born during an era fraught with the most dark turmoil. He fought his way from the ranks of Saints to the very Heavens, a journey spanning several epochs, and was recorded in history as its most tragic Heaven Emperor.

In his early years, Wuheng lost his parents and clansmen; friends and relatives also perished on the path of seeking the Tao. His life was fraught with setbacks and stumbles. Even when he joined a Sect to cultivate, he faced significant oppression. Twice on his cultivation path, his Dantian was destroyed, and he barely survived each ordeal. Indeed, Wuheng's life was exceptionally tragic, his path to power shrouded in darkness until he finally achieved Tao Verification and became an Emperor. Only then, invincible in the mortal realm, no one dared act against him.

Later, Wuheng relinquished his many grudges, choosing not to settle scores with past enemies. Instead, he dedicated himself to quelling one period of turmoil after another for the Human Clan. His monumental achievements have been recounted through long ages; even in the current era, countless records of him still exist.

Rumor had it that in Wuheng Heaven Emperor's final battle, he was besieged by several Gods, with a deadly scheme laid by seven or eight powerful members of the Divine Clan. Powerless to turn the tide, he tragically fell on the battlefield. At that time, he stood alone, without any support. Yet even so, Wuheng fought with supreme grace, single-handedly blocking the Divine Clan's advance and forcefully severing their passage, thereby winning an entire epoch of respite for the Human Clan.

Everyone was moved.

"I did not succeed. I failed…" Wuheng spoke.

Did not succeed?

Wasn't that path severed?

It had lasted an epoch, allowing life to rejuvenate in the human world. Had it not been for that, the humans of that era would have already been extinguished.

No one spoke, their hearts stirred, their blood boiling.

The Wuheng Heaven Emperor of old had revived, destined to fight once more. He might even re-enter the Heavens to lay out a future path for the Human Clan.

"I have failed…" he whispered.

The ancient garments fluttered in the gentle breeze, just as the winds of ages past blew his thoughts back to that era.

His eyes gradually grew cloudy, slowly filling with sorrow.

For a Heaven Emperor who had waged war across the Heavens, the significance of that defeat was something he understood better than anyone else.

Darkness would spread, recklessly shrouding the human world.

After his fall, the Human Clan should have been destroyed, cleansed by the Gods.

Yet now, the Human Clan still existed.

He awoke from his coffin…

That's right!

The coffin!

He suddenly looked toward the coffin and carefully sensed the faint remnants of a delicate fragrance within.

It was her!

The Saintess from the Heavenly Balance Sacred Ground. It was her scent.

Wuheng was dumbfounded.

Even the material used to make the coffin came from the Wood of Ten Thousand Spirits from the Heavenly Balance Sacred Ground.

This was a Medicine Emperor-level tree, very sturdy and full of the essence of the Tao.

Wuheng had once seen the Wood of Ten Thousand Spirits and had exclaimed, "Your Sacred Ground truly has deep foundations."

The Saintess had smiled and offered him a piece, but he had declined.

It seems then that after his fall, it was the Saintess who had settled the turmoil.

Afterward, she must have taken a piece of the Wood of Ten Thousand Spirits, crafted a coffin for him, placed his Emperor's Body within, and sent it into the mortal world.

But back then, she had just become an Emperor!

Wuheng's lips parted slightly, an oppressive feeling tightening his chest. He walked numbly toward the coffin, wanting to grasp that faint, delicate scent, but… no matter how hard he tried, he could never catch it.

At this moment, he was overcome with sadness.

The Saintess had once said she wanted to journey with him, but he had refused.

He had been stubborn, his eyes full of fighting spirit, completely oblivious to the tenderness in the Saintess's eyes.

Damn it!

Wuheng raised his head, his heart deeply stirred.

It was not until much, much later that he slowly came to his senses. Then, calmly, he said, "I'm leaving."

Ultimately, he had missed his chance.

He felt helpless.

But he had already fallen and could not sustain this state for long. What a pity that he could no longer see the Saintess.

"Are you going to take me with you, Wuheng?"

"Hmph… Annoying Wuheng. I'm a Saintess, after all, pretty impressive, you know."

"Look at how petty you are. You'll never find a Tao Companion this way."

"Don't just focus on cultivation all the time. Do something else occasionally!"

"Wuheng, let me ask you: condensing the God Grid and pioneering an era, or the fragrance of flowers, falling snow, and the Heavenly Balance Saintess—which do you choose?" she had asked with a laugh, her eyes like crescent moons.

"The God Grid," Wuheng had replied without hesitation.

"You blockhead!" the Saintess had scolded. "You can't even tell a white lie. You're doomed to never find a Tao Companion this way. Scram! I don't want to see you anymore."

"You can go on your journey by yourself! You wouldn't take me with you anyway. I'll just watch the drama unfold in the mortal world…"

"Heehee… Wuheng, I'm here again!"

"Wuheng, why aren't you talking? I heard the Divine Clan is planning to lay a trap for you. You better hurry and leave! My Heavenly Balance Sacred Ground can hold them off," the Saintess had said.

That was their last farewell.

Wuheng picked up the coffin and left, turning his back to everyone.

No one noticed that his resolute face was covered with tears.

He was so full of regret.

If only he had listened to the Saintess, not been so impulsive, or had sought help, lowered his head a little, perhaps even brought the Saintess along.

Even if he had died, he wouldn't have been left with such regrets.

Behind him, there was silence.

They all saw the sadness on Wuheng's face and the desolate figure of his retreating back.

「...」

It was over.

The turmoil in Huangzhou ended with Wuheng Heaven Emperor's brief revival.

The Four Symbols Array was broken. The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu were all slain. Now… even the God Grid had been consumed by Zhang Ziyu.

The Divine Clan powerhouses who had infiltrated this place could only watch helplessly. Filled with indignation and regret, they were unable to advance and had to depart.

All of Huangzhou trembled once again.

After the God Grid was consumed, the missing portion of the Fate Energy automatically returned and merged back in.

The Fate Energy in the Six Tao showed a shocked expression, "You killed the God Grid?"

Chen Pingping made a "SHHH" sound and said, "Senior, calm down. It wasn't me who killed it; it was our Human Clan's supreme experts. After they killed the God Grid, they've been searching for the Fate Energy. Ah… you better not go out now. It's too dangerous. If they find you here, they will definitely attack at once, and I can't stop them!"

The Fate Energy was moved. "Junior, rest assured, I will not go out."

After pacifying the Fate Energy, Chen Pingping went to the central area of the Four Symbols Array, the place where the God Grid had been suppressed, and opened the great tomb.

Many powerful individuals of the Human Clan also wanted a piece of the spoils but were aggressively stopped by Yue Wuxia, "Want to die or not? Just tell me if you want to die; I can fulfill your wish. Those young people among you who previously fought against the Wu Family and the Xuanwu, you can come up and claim some rewards. Also… are any of you interested in joining the Wuji Sect?"

"Huh?"

Jiang Ni'er, Zi Ji, Wen Qingshan, and Li Qi all looked up, feeling that something was off.

"That's right, are any of you interested in joining the Wuji Sect?" the little girl said playfully.

"Don't imitate how I talk," Yue Wuxia glared at her.

Only a few individuals entered the great tomb: Chen Pingping, Zhang Ziyu, Li Chaoge, along with the Blackhead Duck and Earth Chicken…

As for the others, even the high-ranking members of the Zhang Family, none were permitted entry, yet no one dared to speak out.

Only now did the Zhang Family realize that the Wuji Sect, this supposedly "small" sect, was indeed "small" in a way that was anything but.