102: Chapter 102 Return to the Beginning, A New Dark Turmoil

After Yan Lin became an Emperor, he ruled the world for ten thousand years.

During these ten thousand years, he founded the Qilin Imperial Dynasty, suppressing all directions and shaking the Universe with his might.

He had once considered going to those former Forbidden Grounds to scavenge for undying divine medicine to extend his life, but he discovered that all the Forbidden Grounds were already empty shells—the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning was empty, the God Ruins were empty, the Reincarnation Sea was empty, and the Immortal Mausoleum was empty.

The only exception was the Undying Mountain.

When he stepped into the periphery of the Undying Mountain, a giant hand covering the sky reached out from the mountain and slapped him away with a single blow, shattering seventeen stars.

Yan Lin was horrified and dared not approach even half a step further.

He knew that in the Undying Mountain, there existed entities he could not afford to provoke.

Nine thousand years passed.

Yan Lin's hair began to turn gray, his Qi and blood began to decline, and his Emperor body began to show signs of decay.

He had entered his twilight years.

Inside the Undying Mountain.

Xiao Shitou stood in the courtyard, looking toward the direction of the Qilin Imperial Dynasty.

His gaze pierced through layers of the Void Realm and saw that figure sitting cross-legged in the Forbidden Ground—the once high-spirited Yao Race Emperor was now white-haired, his aura declining.

"He cannot hold on much longer."

Xiao Shitou spoke softly, his tone calm.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor stood beside him, not speaking.

Xiao Shitou turned around and looked at the Ancient Kirin Emperor.

"Seal me."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was stunned for a moment.

"Now?"

"Now."

Xiao Shitou's tone was very calm; there was no reluctance, no sentimentality, just stating a fact.

"He cannot last for a few hundred more years. I do not want to see what happens later."

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Very well."

He raised his hand, and a massive piece of immortal source flew from the depths of the Undying Mountain, landing in the courtyard.

Xiao Shitou looked at that piece of immortal source and, without hesitation, turned and stepped into it.

Cold source liquid enveloped him, and his consciousness began to blur.

Before he completely fell into a deep sleep, he heard the voice of the Ancient Kirin Emperor:

"When you wake up, everything will be different."

Xiao Shitou did not answer.

He could no longer hear it.

After Xiao Shitou was sealed into the immortal source, the Ancient Kirin Emperor did not leave immediately.

He stood in the courtyard, looking at that piece of immortal source standing quietly, and was silent for a long time.

He knew that he, too, should sleep.

He had lived for too, too long.

From proving the Dao in the Primordial Era, to self-mutilating and fleeing into the Forbidden Ground, to being saved by Chu Tianjiao, to witnessing Chu Tianjiao step into the Immortal Domain, to now guarding Xiao Shitou's final moments—he was truly tired.

Moreover, he had promised Chu Tianjiao to take good care of Xiao Shitou.

Since Xiao Shitou was already asleep, there was no need for him to stay awake any longer.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor raised his hand, and another piece of immortal source flew from the depths of the Undying Mountain.

He took one last look at Xiao Shitou's immortal source, took one last look at this world he had guarded for so long, and then turned and stepped into the immortal source.

Cold source liquid enveloped him.

His consciousness began to blur.

Before he completely fell into a deep sleep, he seemed to hear a voice—it was what Chu Tianjiao had said to him a long, long time ago:

"I will take good care of your two children."

The corner of the Ancient Kirin Emperor's mouth curved into a slight smile.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

The Undying Mountain fell into silence.

Two pieces of immortal source stood quietly in the courtyard.

The human emperor banner floated above, scattering golden light rain.

The Tyrant Blade leaned against the wall, occasionally humming.

The undying peach and the ancient tea tree of enlightenment swayed by the spirit pond, scattering specks of light.

They were guarding this place.

Guarding these two sleeping people.

Three hundred years later.

The Qilin Imperial Dynasty, deep in the Forbidden Ground.

Yan Lin sat cross-legged on a jade bed, his white hair like snow, his face withered.

His aura had declined to the extreme, his Emperor body was as withered as firewood, and his eyes were full of struggle.

Three hundred years.

He had held on for three hundred years.

But he could not hold on anymore.

"I do not want to die..."

He muttered, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing.

"I do not want to die..."

Once this thought appeared, it could never be dispelled.

He knew what self-mutilation meant—it meant abandoning the dignity of an Emperor, meant becoming the existence he once loathed the most, meant that in the future, he might launch a Dark Turmoil and devour the Qi and blood of all living beings.

But he did not want to die.

Finally, on a dark, windy night, Yan Lin quietly left the Qilin Imperial Dynasty and arrived at the former site of the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning.

The former Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning had long been deserted.

But the array patterns here still remained, the Dao principles here still remained, and this place—could still become a place for a Supreme to slumber.

Yan Lin closed his eyes, raised his hand, and slashed at his own Dao foundation.

"Pfft—"

Emperor Blood splattered.

His aura plummeted from its Peak.

He slowly lay into the immortal source that had been prepared long ago, letting the cold source liquid envelop him.

The first Emperor cultivated by the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture also became the first Supreme of the new era to self-mutilate.

Deep in the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, there was one more piece of immortal source.

And in the Undying Mountain, those two pieces of immortal source still stood quietly, knowing nothing of all this.

The human emperor banner drifted gently, scattering golden light rain.

They were guarding this place.

Waiting for those two people to wake up.

Ten thousand years after Yan Lin self-mutilated, the second Emperor was born.

That was a Human Race Cultivator named Jiang Yuan, who came from a medium-sized Holy Land in the Eastern Wasteland.

He also practiced the Hunyuan Heavenly Scripture, also triggered the Emperor Tribulation at the Ninth Heaven of Quasi-Emperor Realm, and also successfully proved the Dao.

He ruled the world for ten thousand years, and also self-mutilated in his twilight years, fleeing into the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Time flowed, seas changed into mulberry fields.

Every ten thousand years, an Emperor was born.

Every ten thousand years, an Emperor self-mutilated.

Deep in the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, one piece of immortal source after another was filled.

Those Emperors and Sovereigns who once stirred up the winds and clouds slept in the immortal source, waiting for the day the road to immortality would open.

One hundred thousand years.

Two hundred thousand years.

Three hundred thousand years.

Four hundred thousand years.

Five hundred thousand years.

In the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, more than thirty Supremes were sleeping.

The God Ruins, the Reincarnation Sea, the Immortal Mausoleum, the Heavens—those Forbidden Grounds that had once been emptied were also gradually filled by new Supremes.

The shadow of the Dark Turmoil once again shrouded the Universe.

Finally, in the five hundred thousandth year after Yan Lin self-mutilated—

The Dark Turmoil broke out.

On this day, deep in the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, a piece of immortal source that had been sealed for five hundred thousand years suddenly shattered.

Yan Lin awoke from his deep sleep.

His Qi and blood had declined to the extreme, his Emperor body was as withered as firewood, and his eyes were full of madness.

He needed Qi and blood.

He needed the Qi and blood of all living beings.

He rushed out of the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, rushed into the depths of the starry sky, and rushed toward those ancient stars of life—

The Dark Turmoil began.

Yan Lin's appearance was like a giant rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up monstrous waves.

Deep in the Ancient Mine of Primordial Beginning, one piece of immortal source after another shattered.

One Supreme after another awoke from their deep sleep.

They also needed Qi and blood, also needed to extend their lives.

"Kill—!!!"

Multiple Supremes rushed into the starry sky at the same time, rushing toward those ancient stars of life!

The entire Universe fell into unprecedented darkness!

Countless stars were swallowed, countless living beings were refined, and countless civilizations were destroyed in despair.

Those Mortals, those low-level Cultivators, those living beings who once lived and worked in peace and contentment, were like ants before the Supremes, crushed and killed at will.

"No—!!!"

"Help—!!!"

"Who can save us—!!!"

Screams, cries, and desperate roars resounded through the starry sky.

The Dark Turmoil lasted for two hundred thousand years.

During these two hundred thousand years, countless Supremes were born, countless living beings were devastated, and countless civilizations were destroyed.

During these two hundred thousand years, Emperors were also born, trying to stop all of this.

But they were too weak; facing more than thirty Supremes, they could only barely protect themselves and could not change the overall situation at all.

Until two hundred thousand years later—

Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland, Ji Family.

An infant was born.