370: The Great Emperor's Legacy in the Present World

After observing for a long time, his gaze fell upon the area next to the scripture.

Leaning there was a long spear, broken in the middle and covered entirely in cracks and dark, rusty bloodstains.

The spear shaft was dull, its spirituality dormant, as if it had completely died along with the passing of its master.

However, when Gu Changge's gaze landed on the broken spear.

“Buzz...”

That remnant of a battle spear, which had been silent for countless ages, actually emitted an extremely faint tremor, like a candle flickering in the wind!

Within the dark cracks on the spear shaft, extremely faint specks of light struggled to illuminate. This was a trace of instinct awakened from the deepest death, sensing the approach of some unimaginable, supreme level of Qi!

The tremor was filled with endless sorrow and unwillingness... Gu Changge was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand, his slender fingers lightly brushing the cold, rough, scarred shaft of the broken spear.

The instant his fingertip made contact, the spear shaft's tremor abruptly ceased.

This was not suppression by force, but recognition.

Deep within this Qi, which was extremely pure yet unfathomably profound beyond comprehension, the remnant spear captured a trace of the most fundamental mark belonging to the Human Race.

This was the Qi of the Human Race.

It was the same Origin Qi as its long-deceased master, Great Emperor Qingcang, who had burned his Emperor Blood and sacrificed his life to protect.

The struggling specks of light slowly calmed down, and the last trace of ferocity and unwillingness quietly receded like the tide.

The broken spear became completely quiet, and an indescribable sense of docility and weariness emanated from its cold metallic touch.

It was as if a solitary soul, having traversed the boundless darkness and watched over the ages, had finally found a trustworthy, kindred light, shedding all its burdens and achieving eternal peace.

Gu Changge felt the weight and trust transmitted from his palm, spanning endless years, and lowered his gaze to the spear shaft covered in cracks and bloodstains.

“Your master's ambition, his blood did not flow in vain.”

His voice was calm, yet it seemed to carry the power to penetrate time, echoing clearly in this silent space.

“The firmament he held up, the clansmen he protected, generations of heroes have risen, their Emperor Stars shining brightly, advancing one after another, turning the frail spark of our Human Race into a raging blaze that now stands at the peak of this world.”

“A generation's Emperor Armament, it once followed its master to conquer the Eight Desolations, drank the blood of enemies, and protected our race's destiny. It should not be buried here to decay with the dust.”

He paused, his fingertip lightly brushing the deepest crack, where the tragic Dao Rhyme of the final collision with a Vicious Beast's sharp claws seemed to linger.

“In this world, the Human Race is already the Dominator. The vast lands are all territory your master exchanged his blood and life for in the battles of the past.”

“Come with me. I will take you to see.”

To see the mortal realm upheld by your master's backbone and irrigated with his hot blood.

To see if this Xuanhuang Great World is worthy of the Emperor Body that collapsed long ago, and this battle spear broken in the middle.

As his voice fell, he lightly flicked his sleeves.

The remnant of the silent Xuanhuang Battle Spear emitted a nearly inaudible, sigh-like hum, then transformed into a docile, profound yellow stream of light, disappearing into Gu Changge's sleeve.

Gu Changge put away the broken spear, and his gaze returned to the stone coffin that held the solemn tragedy of the ages.

He stretched out his palm and pressed down lightly above the stone coffin.

There was no brilliant light, no roaring of Dao Principles.

But the entire stone coffin, along with the ground beneath it soaked in Emperor Blood, seemed to be gently wiped away from this space-time by an invisible giant hand.

It became illusory and transparent, ultimately vanishing completely into the depths of the Void Realm, leaving no trace behind.

All that remained here were the empty traces of the battlefield, the Dao Techniques inscribed on the stone wall, and the dark golden volume of the qing cang emperor scripture on the stone platform.

The Great Emperor is gone, sleeping eternally here.

His Heroic Spirit should no longer be disturbed by future generations.

As for the Legacy... Gu Changge's gaze swept over the heavy scripture, then across the profound Battle Technique insights carved into the stone wall.

“The Dao is left here, the methods passed to later generations. Whether you can obtain them depends on your Opportunity and Heart-Nature.”

He did not take the scripture, nor did he destroy any of the arrangements here.

The Dao Lineage left behind by this Senior, who spilled his last drop of blood for the Human Race, should rightfully grant later generations a fair chance to contend for and inherit his ambition.

He passed through the silent battlefield traces, his figure once again disappearing into the surging Chaos mist.

A moment later, his figure quietly emerged, passing near the platform where Ji Qingyi was consolidating her cultivation.

He did not stop, his clothes lightly fluttering as he floated away, heading straight toward the outside, quickly disappearing at the end of the dim passage, his aura completely concealed.

On the platform, the surging Great Saint Qi surrounding Ji Qingyi slowly calmed down. Sensing something, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her cold gaze just managed to catch the silhouette disappearing at the end of the passage.

“Senior...”

She whispered softly, a complex and unclear light flashing in her eyes.

This mysterious Senior comes and goes like the wind, unfathomable.

With a casual wave of his hand, he effortlessly resolved her Death Tribulation, illuminated the confusion on her Dao Path, and even turned that terrifying Vicious Beast corpse into nothingness.

Who exactly is he?

The Yaochi Holy Land has an ancient Legacy, its records are vast, documenting countless brilliant talents and reclusive ancient existences throughout the Xuanhuang Great World's history.

But no matter how she searched her memory, she could not find a single word that matched the person before her.

With such strength and such demeanor, it is impossible for him to be unknown!

Could it be... a name that has recently been widely spread in the Eastern Region, yet remains shrouded in mist, flashed through her mind like lightning—Battle Asura!

That person who emerged out of nowhere, sweeping across his generation with an invincible posture, is suspected to have a mysterious Dao Protector standing behind him, one who can turn the Immortal Glazed Holy Land into dust with a flick of a finger!

That Dao Protector's cultivation is heaven-reaching, yet his actions are extremely low-key. No one knows his Origins, and his strength is bottomless, privately regarded by many Great Powers as a Forbidden existence that must not be provoked.

“Could this Senior just now be the one behind Battle Asura?”

Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed!

That's right!

Only this can explain why he possesses such unbelievable methods yet remains so detached from the world.

And only an existence of that caliber could cultivate Heaven-Defying Disciples like Battle Asura and Sword White Robe!

Ji Qingyi's heart was turbulent, and the expression on her cold, pretty face shifted.

However, at this very moment—

“Buzz...!!!”

An extremely muffled hum, seemingly originating from the Origin of the world, came from the core of the Emperors Tomb!

Immediately following that—

“Rumble—!!!”

An indescribably vast fluctuation, like a galaxy that had accumulated for ages finally breaching its dam, erupted with an unstoppable momentum!

A brilliant light instantly illuminated the platform where Ji Qingyi stood!

The magnificent Emperor Might transformed into an all-encompassing tide, crushing all obstacles and Restrictions within the Emperors Tomb, clearly transmitting to every corner and branding itself deep within the Divine Soul of every living being!

“The Great Emperor Legacy has opened!”

At this moment, every Cultivator, no matter where they were in the Emperors Tomb, whether exploring, fighting, or in secluded cultivation, felt a violent tremor in their hearts, and the same crystal-clear thought simultaneously surfaced in their minds!

After a brief silence, came utter madness!

“It's over there! The core area!”

“The Emperor Scripture has appeared! Hurry! Spare no effort!”

“Charge! The supreme Opportunity is right before us!”

Countless figures, like sharks smelling blood, shot up from every corner of the Emperors Tomb, burning their Essence Blood and employing Secret Techniques.

Transforming into streams of light, they recklessly rushed toward the source of the fluctuations!

The entire Emperors Tomb instantly boiled over!

The next chapter will be a bit late!