231: A majestic figure standing at the end of Three Thousand Avenues!

“Where is this?” Qin Han was still a bit dazed, as if he had been unconscious for too long and forgotten where he was.

Instinctively, he stepped into the long river. The water splashed onto his ankles, and as soon as it touched him, a flower shape emerged.

This flower seemed to be rooted in his flesh and blood, constantly devouring his essence. With abundant nourishment, it immediately grew into a majestic, giant vine that shot straight towards the High Heavenly Dao Map.

“What the hell is this?” Qin Han was startled and quickly pulled off the flower, throwing it into the river.

As soon as it left his body, the flower, deprived of nourishment, instantly withered and finally turned into mud, merging into the long river and disappearing.

However, the bizarre events were not over. As Qin Han continued to move forward, a stone suddenly popped out of the long river and attached itself to his body.

Immediately after, petrification began from his feet and spread upwards, attempting to assimilate him.

Qin Han was greatly alarmed and with a shake of his body, his muscles emitted a brilliant divine light that dispelled it.

But the strange occurrences did not end. Whenever a drop of water from the long river splashed onto his body, something peculiar would happen.

At first, it was flowers, water, and stones, but later, immortal radiance and eternal divine light even appeared.

When he reached the end, he found a statue standing at the river’s terminus.

The statue only showed a back, its facial features unseen.

But this back alone made one feel incredibly mighty, as if it suppressed an era, preventing this long river from spreading further.

“Who are you?” Qin Han couldn't help but ask.

There was no response, only prolonged solitude and indifference.

Qin Han grew increasingly curious and tried to reach out and touch it.

But the moment his fingertip touched the statue, a vast Imperial Might suddenly erupted, sweeping the long river towards the high heavens.

The Three Thousand Dao Map shattered with a roar, turning into countless light points and disappearing.

This was undoubtedly a catastrophic disaster. Qin Han never expected that the original form of this statue was actually a Great Emperor!

As he was shattered by the Imperial Might, he seemed to see the statue turn around, vaguely making out its facial features.

“True Martial…” Qin Han’s eyes widened. Before he could utter the last two words, his consciousness was abruptly pulled away, returning to his main body.

Waking up, Qin Han suddenly sat up, looking around in terror.

When he realized that the scene beneath his feet was not the long river, he patted his chest with lingering fear.

“It was just a dream.”

Qin Han gasped for breath. That was the closest he had ever come to death, far more terrifying than the Extreme Cold Divine Nature entering his body.

After he calmed down, recalling the scene in the long river, he felt it was extremely similar to the legendary Three Thousand Great Daos.

And that mighty figure, with his back to all beings, suppressed the end of the long river, enduring endless solitude to stand there.

Why exactly?

“If what I saw was real, then the original form of the statue is True Martial Great Emperor!” Qin Han’s heart trembled wildly.

One must know that True Martial Great Emperor had disappeared in the ancient era, only tens of thousands of years passing from his ascension to Emperor until his disappearance.

He was known as the most ‘short-lived’ Great Emperor in the desolate ancient times.

But his achievements and contributions were immense. He perfected countless Martial Skills, proving the true Martial Dao.

He also taught Martial Skills and Cultivation Techniques to many large and small forces, which can be said to be of world-shaking Karma, making the Human Race Dao lineage of the desolate ancient times even more brilliant.

This put immense pressure on other races.

This is why the Yao Race and other foreign races hated True Martial Great Emperor.

But such a terrifying existence suddenly vanished without a trace.

This led many to speculate that becoming an Emperor carried an inescapable curse.

Just like the many Great Emperors throughout the ages, none were spared.

No one knew where he went, nor the reason for his disappearance.

This became one of the great unsolved mysteries of the desolate ancient times.

But Qin Han saw a statue of True Martial Great Emperor in the Great Dao Long River?

“Is it an illusion or a dream?” Qin Han was at a loss, hoping it was false yet also hoping it was true.

If it was false, then True Martial Great Emperor might still be alive somewhere in the myriad heavens.

If it was true, it meant he hadn't disappeared, but rather had to do so for some reason.

Regardless, Qin Han felt the terror of Imperial Might for the first time. He realized this was a completely different dimension of power, beyond imagination.

“It is said that a Great Emperor’s single finger can collapse a continent. Perhaps this is not false,” Qin Han thought to himself.

Some also said that Great Emperors could move constellations and could enter the depths of the sun to meditate without perishing.

Previously, Qin Han had scoffed at this, believing that Great Emperors were still human, just at a higher level of life.

But now, truly feeling the pressure, he realized that they were still too conservative.

An existence capable of suppressing the Great Dao Long River with his own power, this ability alone was enough to be praised for ten thousand generations.

“Why would he be there?” Qin Han pondered for a moment, unable to find an answer, so he simply kept the question in his heart.

Perhaps there would be an answer within Wudi Pass.

All of this was still too early for him.

So, he began to survey his surroundings.

Qin Han found himself underground, with an ice-blue flame flickering ahead, very beautiful, like a treasure.

For a hundred miles around, there was a blanket of frost, and the Extreme Cold Divine Nature had escalated beyond measure, terrifyingly so.

Just a trace of it was enough to freeze a Saint into an ice sculpture.

“I’m not dead?” Qin Han belatedly touched his intact body.

Looking down, he clearly saw a vast white light flickering in his Dantian, and a vortex had appeared on his chest, devouring all the Extreme Cold Divine Nature.

“Did the Dao Seed save me?”

At this moment, the memories from before his consciousness sank into darkness surged like a tide.

As if a box had been opened, Qin Han finally remembered the purpose of his journey.

“Chu Jiangnian is still up there!”

Qin Han looked up, sensing that the life aura above remained unchanged, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was truly worried that something might have gone wrong during his period of unconsciousness.

“Great calamity often brings great fortune. Could the space I entered just now be within the Dao Seed?” Qin Han mused.

It was highly probable. If not for the Dao Seed, he couldn't think of any other way to enter the space within the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Another good news was that the Dao Seed, having devoured so much energy, already showed signs of hatching.

Like the mysterious golden egg, it was an unknown unboxing.

What would hatch was unknown, but it was certain to be a top-grade treasure.

As Qin Han anticipated, he noticed many giant statues standing ahead.

“Primordial Ten Fierce?”

“Primordial Divine Beast?”

Qin Han was slightly stunned, clearly not expecting to see such terrifying existences that dominated an era in the deepest part of the Profound Ice Abyss.

“And they’re dead!”

Qin Han’s eyes showed surprise. This was clearly the work of the Extreme Cold Divine Fire.

But their cause of death might not necessarily be due to the influence of the Extremely Cold Power.

“It could also be Kunpeng’s haul.” Qin Han found this place increasingly familiar, somewhat similar to a refrigerator from his previous life.

He speculated that Kunpeng might have slaughtered them and stored them in a refrigerator for future generations to enjoy.

Suddenly, the Kunpeng true spirit within the divine palace once again called out, urging Qin Han to touch these ice sculptures.