195: Chapter 195: Ten Years of Situation, Qinghe

In the Emperor Alliance, a Void Realm palace overlooked the entire Divine Province. At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall was somewhat oppressive. The white-haired Old Ancestor and the four Great Emperors had grim expressions, and no one spoke.

Not long after, Emperor Zixiao entered the hall, his expression a little troubled. The five Great Emperors instantly turned their gaze to him, questioning, "Zixiao, did you really give the Emperor Token to Jiang Xuan that day?"

Zixiao nodded. Seeing this, everyone felt puzzled. Jiang Xuan was besieged by ten Great Emperors in the Middle Stage. If he had crushed the token, Emperor Zixiao would have instantly appeared by his side.

Zixiao was a Great Emperor at Perfection. Ten Devil Emperors in the Middle Stage could be easily annihilated by him. Jiang Xuan could not possibly have been unaware of this.

Although they were no longer in the Zhou Tian Continent, every Emperor Token was made by a Peak Great Emperor from ancient times who was proficient in the Law of space. It was still possible to travel through the Abandoned Continent.

Why didn't Jiang Xuan use the Emperor Token then? The Great Emperors were all wondering.

At this moment, Zixiao suddenly said, "What if Jiang Xuan isn't dead?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a glimmer of light flashed in everyone's eyes. Indeed, this was a possibility. Judging from Jiang Xuan's journey so far, he didn't seem like someone who would fall so easily.

Moreover, given his talent, he must have been blessed with great Luck. How could such a Prodigy suddenly die?

The white-haired Old Ancestor stepped forward, his tone firm, "If Jiang Xuan is still alive, then he must have his reasons for doing this. What we need to do now is plan for the Emperor Road, and never let such a thing happen again on the Emperor Road!"

The Old Ancestor turned around and looked at the Great Emperors, fear lingering in his eyes. "If it weren't for that mysterious Demon Ancestor's help in the Three Realms Battlefield, who killed one hundred thousand Demon Race troops, leaving only two thousand to escape back to the Demon Race, our Human Race's Luck would have regressed by at least several millennia."

Several Great Emperors nodded simultaneously, filled with emotion. They had met the Demon Ancestor before, who had helped Jiang Xuan in the Li Tian Emperor Clan. They hadn't expected his talent to be so high, almost comparable to Jiang Xuan's.

"Alas, I hope that, as we think, Jiang Xuan has his own plans and is still alive. Otherwise, our Human Race's loss would be too great."

The Old Ancestor sighed deeply, shaking his head as he left the main hall. The other Great Emperors, seeing this, sighed softly, then their figures slowly vanished...

In the Yaochi Emperor Sect, Xuan Yuan Jin Xue and Yaochi Empress Yun Qing Xuan sat in the Sect Master's main hall. Just then, a beautiful woman in palace attire walked in from outside the hall. She was the previous Yaochi Empress, and now the Emperor Sect's Old Ancestor, having just returned from the Emperor Alliance.

Xuan Yuan Jin Xue hurriedly stood up and asked, "Old Ancestor Mu Yao, how is it?"

Mu Yao smiled at her. "The Great Emperors all unanimously speculate that Jiang Xuan might not be dead."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuan Jin Xue's eyebrows curved, and a charming smile appeared on her lips. "Just as I thought. I knew that Pretty Boy wouldn't die so easily."

She understood Jiang Xuan extremely well, knowing that he wasn't a reckless person. He would never do something without confidence. If his life was truly in danger, Jiang Xuan would definitely use the Emperor Token.

Thinking this, Xuan Yuan Jin Xue's worries lessened considerably, and a hint of anticipation appeared in her eyes. "Jiang Xuan, when you reappear, you will surely shake the world once more."

The spiritual flames flickered. Ten years passed in a blink, and people had gradually forgotten about Jiang Xuan's death. His deeds had also become a legend of the continent.

During these ten years, the Heavenly Realm had developed into a colossal entity. Within the continent, all the dominant forces in the other eight provinces, except for the Divine Province, had submitted to the Heavenly Realm.

The Nine Dao Children and the nine Prodigies of the younger generation on the continent's heavenly pride ranking all joined. The Heavenly Realm became the Holy Land in the hearts of all Cultivators.

One year after the news of Jiang Xuan's fall spread, the Wild Alliance experienced turmoil. It was forcefully suppressed by several Dao Children, who thoroughly purged the Wild Alliance from top to bottom, then renamed it the Huang Palace, becoming part of the Heavenly Realm.

The Nine Dao Children and high-ranking Prodigies like Man Dali became idols in the hearts of the younger generation, each of them famous throughout the entire continent.

Three years later, three rankings suddenly appeared across the continent: Human, Demon, and Yao. A heavenly pride ranking appeared simultaneously in each major realm, hanging in the Void Realm, visible from anywhere on the continent.

In the Human Race's ranking, the top ten were all from the Heavenly Realm. This scene once again reminded everyone on the continent of that figure who had been forgotten for many years. Looking at the heavenly pride ranking, the top ten Prodigies were all his subordinates.

Throughout the continent, people once again marveled at the power of that young Great Emperor. Alas, heaven envied heroic talent.

Five years after Jiang Xuan's fall, the situation changed. Among the top forces in the Divine Province, the strongest Ancient Freaks awakened one after another. They were powerful, each possessing the cultivation of a Quasi-Emperor.

As soon as they emerged, they challenged the people of the Heavenly Realm on the heavenly pride ranking. After several major battles, only four people from the Heavenly Realm remained in the top ten.

For a time, the Human Race Prodigies on the continent were divided into two camps: one led by the Heavenly Realm, representing the eight provinces, and the other led by the awakened Ancient Freaks from the Divine Province, with the Ancient Freak from the Hei Ming Emperor Sect, currently ranked second on the heavenly pride ranking, at its head.

Neither side yielded to the other, and friction often occurred. During the Golden Age, various ruins emerged, and each time, the two forces engaged in fierce battles, competing for them.

Unlike the Human Race, the Yao Race and Demon Race rankings only had one name: Demon Ancestor and Jiuyou. In the Monster Realm, no one dared to be on the same ranking as the Demon Ancestor. In the Demon Race, it was because the other Demon Race Prodigies had all been refined into essence blood by Jiuyou.

Nine years after Jiang Xuan's fall, the entire continent suddenly fell silent, as if it were the prelude to a storm. All Cultivators on the continent felt it in their hearts, and their eyes held intense anticipation.

In Ling Province, one of the Nine Provinces of the continent, in a small city on the edge of a kingdom, a handsome young man dressed in white with an ethereal aura was sitting by the river, fishing.

"Little Jiang, fishing again? How many have you caught today?" an elderly Mortal man with a straw hat, dark skin, and wrinkled face asked the young man with a smile.

The young man smiled. "Haven't caught anything yet."

The old man shook his head, looking at the young man with some regret. "Little Jiang, you can't just keep fishing. You need to get married soon. Your appearance is famous around here; so many girls are fond of you. You can't waste time."

The young man smiled and shook his head. This wasn't the first person to tell him this. Just then, a tender shout rang out, "Brother, Mother told you to come home for dinner."

An eight or nine-year-old girl was seen running happily towards them. The girl had fair skin, rosy cheeks, and a pair of large, blinking, extremely lively eyes. She wore a light green dress, and the way she ran, clutching her skirt, was like a small spiritual deer that had strayed into the Mortal world, carrying both the innocence of a child and a few traces of crystal-clear Spiritual Qi.

The young man stepped forward, a doting look in his eyes. He reached out and stroked the girl's small head, and Chaos Qi slowly flowed from his palm into her body.

The little girl comfortably closed her eyes, her eyes narrowed like a kitten, utterly adorable.

After a long while, the young man withdrew his hand and said to the little girl, "Qing He, say goodbye to Grandpa Lin."

The little girl nodded obediently, a sweet smile on her face. She extended her small hand and waved to the old man, her voice soft and sweet, "Goodbye, Grandpa Lin."

The old man's wrinkled face showed a benevolent smile. "Good, good, good, goodbye."

Then, the young man took the girl's hand and was about to leave when the clear sky suddenly let out a loud bang. Clouds surged, and a colossalcrack, spanning billions of stars, appeared in the Void Realm, as if the heavens and earth were being split apart!