420: Chapter 420 Resurrection (38)

The 'Cloud Palace' he established, as the highest Orthodoxy of this age, ruled over the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, its might shaking the cosmos.

Immortal light flowed within the palace, majestic Emperor's might radiated, making it the Holy Land in the hearts of all Cultivators.

For the past thousand years, under his protection, the Yu Family and the Cloud Heaven Palace had seen talents emerge generation after generation. Supreme beings like Chen Yang and Gu Zhan, who had long since made their might known across the realms, faithfully executed Wang Yun's will, managing the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Lands in perfect order, ushering in a golden age of prosperity.

The Life Forbidden Zones dared not show themselves, and the forces of the Nine Heavens were beaten into trembling submission.

all living beings could live and work in peace and contentment. The Great Dao flourished, and Prodigies emerged continuously. This was a true era belonging to all living creatures.

The name of Emperor Yun was praised by all living beings.

His Heaven-Defying act of personally tearing apart the Mandate of Heaven and proving himself as Emperor through his own power—his peerless figure—was recorded in the annals of history, engraved upon divine steles, praised by later generations as 'the most brilliant stroke in ancient history.' His prestige reached an unprecedented height.

In the deepest meditation chamber of Cloud Palace, Wang Yun sat cross-legged.

He looked inward, observing the Emperor's body forged with ten Supreme dao lotuses as its Foundation. Every inch of flesh and blood in this Emperor's body contained vast and mighty power.

A life Origin as vast as an ocean surged and flowed within him. His immense vitality could naturally nourish an entire Star Domain, reviving withered and silent stars.

He could clearly sense that in his current state, even if he did nothing, merely living peacefully in the Mortal World, quietly observing the changes of the world, he could safely live through an entire era.

This was the Lifespan of a Great Emperor—long and enduring, sufficient to witness the change of epochs.

It was precisely this unprecedented strength and fullness that caused a long-deliberately suppressed doubt to resurface in his heart.

Why?

Why did those exceptionally talented Great Emperors in history, who suppressed era after era, all mysteriously disappear during the Peak of their combat power, when their life Origin was at its most vigorous?

Scenes flashed through his mind.

He recalled his previous life, that Supreme Body Great Emperor who had also reached the end of his era, peerless in the world.

Despite possessing strength that reached the heavens, enough to look down upon all eternity, he seemed to be in fear of something, frantically exploring every corner of the Boundary Sea, ultimately falling in unwillingness and despair.

That Supreme Great Emperor of unknown name, using his final Emperor Dao might, left behind three desolate and helpless blood-written words.

'It is coming.'

What kind of 'it' could make peerless Great Emperors, once invincible in the world, show such demeanor?

A heavy sense of oppression lingered in Wang Yun's heart.

As a Great Emperor, his heart should be unperturbed, unmoved by external things, impervious to all Laws.

But at this moment, his spiritual sense, already merged with the Heavenly Dao of the world, gave rise to a sharp sense of foreboding, predicting the arrival of a great, unprecedented crisis.

Several years later, the premonition came true.

An indescribably eerie force descended from an indescribable void dimension, firmly locking onto him.

It felt as if he was being indifferently watched by some existence beyond time and space, examined like an item about to be harvested.

Wang Yun was startled, and his Emperor's might erupted in response.

He immediately activated an Emperor-level Divine Ability. In a flash, he traversed several Star Domains in an instant, appearing at the other end of the Universe.

However, no matter where he was, no matter how he used Supreme Emperor Dao Law to conceal his aura, or even retreated into Chaos,

the feeling of being locked on could not be shaken off. Instead, it became clearer and clearer with his struggle.

He stopped, his expression grave.

He carefully sensed the force locking onto him, attempting to analyze its Origin.

Initially, he suspected it was the Heavenly Dao itself, the will of this Universe rejecting him, the Heaven-Defying one.

But he quickly dismissed this guess.

He had torn apart the Mandate of Heaven and proved himself Emperor, having already clashed with the Heavenly Dao.

Although the Heavenly Dao is Supreme, its Laws are fair.

Yet this force was filled with ominousness, destruction, and greed, more like a pure 'anomaly' that instinctually devoured all things.

Wang Yun's heart trembled.

He accessed the deepest part of his mind, the memories concerning the 'Dao' obtained after his self-amputation.

He soon confirmed that this Nine Heavens and Ten Lands he resided in was precisely the First Universe that the Supreme existence named 'Qing' had purified at the cost of himself through sacrifice.

A core contradiction surfaced in his mind.

Since 'Qing' had purified all anomalies, why did this force still exist?

Was it remnants left from that time, or... was there an even more terrifying hidden truth that even 'Qing' failed to detect?

As time passed, the feeling of being locked on grew stronger, as if those cold eyes were drawing closer.

Wang Yun realized the time left to him was running out.

He no longer tried to escape. Instead, he began to search with all his might within the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands for the deepest secrets of the ancient era.

With the dignity of a Great Emperor, he personally stepped into those sites long corroded by time. From tattered texts even Saints could not decipher, he used his Emperor Dao might to trace their Origin.

He traveled to every corner of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. From the shattered remnants of stars, from the ancient ruins of god-demon battlefields, from the depths of the collective subconscious of generations of living beings, he tried to piece together the complete truth from the dust of history.

As seemingly unrelated clues were connected one by one, a chilling conjecture gradually took shape.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands is a pasture.

The Heavenly Dao itself may be blameless, but it has long been corrupted by that anomalous force, becoming a tool in the hands of the 'Ranch Owner.'

And all the Great Emperors throughout history, including himself, were merely 'nutrients' being raised in captivity.

The birth of each Great Emperor is the maturation of a batch of 'nutrients.'

The so-called heavens heart imprint is not a symbol of glory, but a ripening tool, a mark convenient for the 'Ranch Owner' to harvest, allowing the 'nutrients' to reach a palatable state more quickly.

The mysterious disappearances of past Great Emperors were not their active choice, but a passive, silent harvesting by the unseen 'Ranch Owner' during their most 'plump' Peak period.

Wang Yun finally understood why he had been targeted ahead of time.

In this life, he had not fused with the heavens heart imprint. Instead, he defied the heavens, personally shattered the Mandate of Heaven, and proved himself Emperor.

Such behavior, in the eyes of the 'Ranch Owner,' was undoubtedly resistance from the 'nutrients,' a blatant provocation against the rules.

Therefore, he was dealt with ahead of schedule.

Facing this 'Ranch Owner' that could not be opposed, even understood, Wang Yun, the Supreme Emperor Yun who had dominated an era, felt despair for the first time.

It was a sense of powerlessness, where no matter how one struggles, the outcome cannot be changed.

Just as his Dao Heart wavered, on the verge of abandoning resistance,

a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Go to the other side of the Boundary Sea.

Go there, perhaps you can evade the anomalous harvest.

This thought appeared suddenly, as if it did not belong to him, more like guidance from some unknown source.

In that despair, Wang Yun grasped this only hope.

He knew he had to go.

But new problems arose accordingly.

He raised his head, looking towards the direction of the Boundary Sea where Chaos churned, a place that even made him, a Great Emperor, feel apprehensive. His expression was grave.

'What exactly is on the other side of the Boundary Sea?'