705: Great Wall of Fortune

“The high temperature… it’s gone…”

Shenzhou Empire, Shangjing City.

Inside the temporary command post of the Supreme Imperial City, all the inspectors were stunned in their chairs, their eyes vacant.

Those who had been standing collapsed directly onto the ground, as if their Souls had been instantly drained.

According to multi-faceted monitoring and confirmation, the strange high temperature that had spread outwards from the south of Shangjing City had silently disappeared.

Logically, this should have been exciting news.

But no one present could be happy.

Including Qiu Yan and Si Zhenfeng, they merely sat blankly in their chairs, as if their taut spirits had instantly relaxed, causing their Souls to enter Soul Emergence.

Logically, they should not relax their vigilance yet.

At this moment, nearly half of Shenzhou’s territory had been swept by the strange high temperature.

Wherever the high temperature passed, no Humans survived; all were transformed into Medicinal Pills of varying sizes.

At this point, counting the death toll was meaningless.

It was like after a doomsday catastrophe.

Everyone just needed to know that at this time, more than half of the Shenzhou Empire’s population had been wiped out.

High-Rank Professionals and top Professionals were completely eradicated.

Of the six Sages, three were gone, and one of them was the Retired Emperor.

At this moment, Shenzhou was like a giant beast severely wounded, with only a small portion of its body remaining, barely clinging to life.

Logically, this was the Shenzhou Empire’s most critical moment.

After all, the process of world unification had not yet ended.

With Shenzhou suffering such a disaster, it was hard to guarantee that no one would try to take advantage of the situation, especially those nations that had not yet been integrated.

But they were incredibly well-behaved at the moment; even the volunteers bringing in disaster victims were low-Rank Professionals below Rank 30.

This was because the Divine Emperor was merely absent, not dead.

The Supreme Imperial City was formed by the Divine Emperor’s skill.

As long as the Imperial City remained, it meant the Divine Emperor was still present.

He could appear in any corner of the world at any time.

Under this invisible deterrence, no one dared to act rashly.

This was also the reason why Qiu Yan and Si Zhenfeng dared to collapse into their chairs after the disaster.

“Saint Si, what do we do in the future?”

Qiu Yan stared blankly at the sky outside the hall, mumbling with a confused look.

Si Zhenfeng’s eyes were slightly red, and after a long silence, he said, “Hold our posts and wait for the Divine Emperor to return.”

“But how do we explain this to him?” Qiu Yan asked again.

More than half of Shenzhou’s people had been wiped out, and the Retired Emperor had also died.

No one had the face to hand this mess back to the Divine Emperor.

Qiu Yan now only regretted that he hadn’t gone out with Zhan Tianxiong and Han Chen, that he hadn’t died outside.

“When the Divine Emperor returns, I will atone with my death.”

Si Zhenfeng pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.

This was a gift Zhang Lingxiao had given him before heading to the Elf World.

Si Zhenfeng offered Qiu Yan a cigarette and said, “But before atoning with our deaths, we still need to lead Shenzhou forward. Cheer up, brother.”

Qiu Yan nodded, took the cigarette, lit it, and began to puff smoke with Si Zhenfeng.

Through the clouds of smoke, they looked at the clear sky, both unaware of what dangers still lurked above the sky at this moment.

In the Annihilation Sea, the figures of the Three Sovereigns and Many Emperors still had not dissipated.

They all lowered their eyes, silent, as if waiting for something.

Soon, a golden glow appeared on the dim horizon.

Within the dark annihilating matter, vast clouds churned.

Golden and silver lotuses bloomed in the sky, and ethereal figures flickered into existence.

They were the immortal cultivators of the Chan Sect, with flowing robes and an ethereal aura.

They floated in the air, their gazes arrogant.

As if they regarded the land beneath their feet as an ant’s nest.

Even when facing the ancient Three Sovereigns, their expressions remained unmoved.

Immortals are the pinnacle of all spirits.

“Chan Sect Disciples, here to suppress evil.”

An arrogant voice resounded in the sky.

The Three Sovereigns and Many Emperors simultaneously looked up towards the sky.

Among the thousands of immortal cultivators, six golden lotuses were the most conspicuous.

Upon each of those six lotuses sat a Golden Immortal.

And behind the Golden Immortals, an endless Dao aura permeated.

A colossal and vast figure was hidden within the Dao aura.

Seeing this scene,

Yang Jian and Nezha, who had been watching for a long time, both showed grave expressions.

Their worst fear had come true.

A Saint had intervened.

This scene was extremely similar to the most crucial battle in the investiture of the gods.

Yuanshi Tianzun, Lord of the Beginning, seated on the clouds, was the first to break the rules and interfere in the War.

Forcing the Sect Master of the Heaven-Intercepting Sect to intervene, leading to the most tragic battle of the Immortal Slaying Formation.

“Things are increasingly developing towards the level of a great tribulation.”

Yang Jian looked at the ethereal figure of Yuanshi Tianzun, Lord of the Beginning on the horizon and took a deep breath.

Whether it was the battle of Jianmu or the battle at the peak of Haotian Pagoda.

The struggle for the Human Emperor had always been within a controllable range, a fight that didn't break things.

Even the deaths of the Four Heavenly Kings and Nezha’s betrayal were acceptable to the Heavenly Court.

But with a Saint’s intervention, the nature of the situation changed.

This was equivalent to a player flipping the chessboard and smashing the pieces.

The opposing player either swallowed their anger and walked away, or picked up the chessboard and smashed it over the other’s head.

Evolving further, it would be a PK between the players.

Chan Sect immortals against Heavenly Court gods—what else could this be but a great tribulation?

Of course, it wasn't just these two factions.

Yang Jian looked at the Three Sovereigns and Many Emperors standing proudly like immortal mountains, and suddenly realized… there were other shadows behind this game.

The Heaven-Intercepting Sect Master could create all heavens, but could not condense the Luck of Human Emperors.

And only Laozi could achieve this.

“Is the Chan Sect crazy?”

After understanding everything, Yang Jian was shocked.

What he could comprehend, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lord of the Beginning must also be able to comprehend.

The Heavenly Court and the Human Sect were both supporting the Human Emperor, which meant that the fate of the investiture of the gods was destined to end.

The Saint of the Chan Sect couldn’t possibly fail to see even this, could he?

Just as Yang Jian was lost in thought, Nezha beside him had already manifested his three heads and six arms.

“Damn it, these guys want to make a big deal out of this, so let’s blow up with them!”

“This young master is determined to tear up the investiture of the gods; even a Saint can’t stop him!”

With that, Nezha activated his Wind-Fire Wheels and raised his Fire-tipped Spear, intending to charge forward and fight to the death.

Yang Jian immediately stopped him, advising, “I think there’s something strange going on. Let’s wait and see!”

“What’s strange?”

Nezha’s three heads simultaneously turned back.

Yang Jian said, “For the Heavenly Court and the Chan Sect, the investiture of the gods is merely a struggle for profit, not for survival. It’s not worth a Saint intervening and stirring up such immense Karma.”

“So what? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Nezha paused.

“I don’t understand either, so we need to watch.”

Yang Jian said, looking at the six Golden Immortals, “Only six Golden Immortals came, and the Saint isn’t going all out. Don’t you think that’s strange?”

“That makes sense…”

Nezha nodded thoughtfully, then asked, “Could it be because Jianmu was destroyed, and they can’t all come?”

“Saints have their own means.”

Yang Jian shook his head and said, “Moreover, without Jianmu as a passage, they can’t bring all their power over, so they should have all come even more.”

“Hiss…”

Nezha took a deep breath and said, “Now that you say that, it’s quite terrifying to think about.”

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said, “The Saint’s mind cannot be fathomed, so do not act rashly.”

Just as the two were hesitating, they heard the Three Sovereigns say in unison, “The Human Race has its own Luck. I ask all of you to join us in constructing a Great Wall of Luck, awaiting the return of the new Emperor.”

As soon as the words fell, all the successive Emperors raised their hands in a bow, their figures disappearing into the light, completely becoming stars.

Soon, the stars converged into a galaxy, flowing around the world’s peak, eventually forming a jade belt.

That was a Great Wall.

It was the Great Wall of Luck constructed by the Emperors with their own will and destiny.

They would protect the Human Race one last time before the Human Emperor’s return.