When they reach a certain realm, they will ascend to the great world.
Tap tap.
The Emperor's eyebrows moved slightly.
He passed through the guards of the Elf Race and entered the original World Tree. He entered the complex sealed path Minis left behind, effortlessly seeing a tree-like figure fossil, sitting quietly on the throne.
"Atabia?"
He murmured:
"How radiant that era was, truly enviable. Even now, the hidden hand grazing our civilization, the Elf Divine King Minis, seed insignificant beneath those two towering figures."
Unfortunately, no one in this era can awaken this entity.
Perhaps, only a True God who has walked the Demigod path can possess the power to awaken him.
"It's a pity..."
The Emperor quietly looked at this statue, "It's a pity you and I are not in the sa era."
"A mythic hero who once wielded a blade against the Ancient Gods... And the Ancient Gods, what magnificent beings they must have been." He whispered.
"Five days, another five hundred years have passed, it's ti to return."
The sound faded, and the entire figure suddenly lted. The Emperor had already returned.
...
Martial Arts Calendar year 2991.
A piece of news echoed throughout the world:
Emperor Tiansheng is gravely ill and about to pass away.
Upon hearing the news, many sects exploded in discussion, reflecting on his life, they couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He rose during the darkest era of the Martial Arts Era, lurking all the way, eventually bursting onto the scene, slaying eight dark and decayed, pacifying the chaotic world!
He was also the one who opened the world's Martial Arts Ultimate Skill, publicly revealing 67 Demigod Fate Maps, along with various secret manuals and classics, allowing all sentient beings to see the future of the Demigod First Realm, revealing its true form.
He was still the one who proposed the integration of the great world's family theory, to unite the Eight Desolate Continent for the world, transforming it into Four Domains.
Even at his end, with the last embers of his life, he ignited the final fireworks, further advancing the developnt of the Demon Martial Arts System, paving a new martial future for posterity.
He gave wholeheartedly, until after his death.
His life's achievents were unprecedented, opening a great era.
Emperor Tiansheng, like his na, his entire life belonged to the title of Great Emperor, a naturally pure Emperor.
Of course, this frail and blood-coughing entity was about to pass away, people recalled the previous Emperor, similarly frail.
What truth is hidden above the Martial Arts Continent?
Is there really a high-dinsional civilization grazing this continent?
All this raises concern.
And as Yang Tiansheng was about to die, even the famous Martial dical Immortal said he wouldn't survive the next half year, yet he still did not perish.
He miraculously hung on, creating a miracle.
This elderly man bedridden as he waits for soone, sustained by a strong will.
Martial Arts Calendar year 3000.
The old man lay frail on the bed, skin slack, eyes cloudy.
The Martial Path Emperor, who once commanded an era, dignified and imposing, with grand ambitions, who toppled the tall and young forces of decay, ultimately could not withstand the erosion of injury and age.
"Cough cough cough!" Suddenly, the old man began to cough violently.
Cough, cough!
Suddenly, another coughing sound echoed in the Martial God Palace.
The old man fell silent at that familiar cough, as ti seed to return to nine hundred years ago, to the bottom of the mountain, that beautiful and powerful young man in white, watching only the remaining head.
"Emperor...."
The elderly man's eyes welled with tears, he forced himself to withstand death for nine years, just to wait for the next Emperor's Decree on the millennial, marking three thousand years.
He wanted to wait for an answer.
He hoped the Emperor had not died, that the Martial Arts Civilization still had a future.
And now, he finally received the answer he sought, the arrival of the Emperor's Decree as promised.
The old man's eyes were a cloudy pale white, unable to see anything, his vision seed clouded by mist.
"I knew you would return...." The old man whispered: "You will definitely return... not dead... that body wasn't truly dead..."
"So, you forcibly held on until now?"
Suddenly, the Emperor coughed fiercely, holding a handkerchief to his lips, but blood still sprayed out.
"Yes, I wanted an answer: You are alive, it doesn't matter if I die, if even you were dead.... we would have no future."
The old man only moved his lips, gawkingly staring at the ceiling: "This ti, for the Emperor's Decree, I've prepared... although there's still much that hasn't been researched."
But in reality, most can never be researched.
The Emperor didn't say this.
What else could he say?
Was it all a beautiful misunderstanding?
Or sothing else?
He didn't want to utter anything that could shatter the old man's will, which was more cruel than killing soone.
Rembering their first eting, this youth resisted the eight dark decayed forces of Martial God Mountain, with only one head left, down the mountain.
Then venturing beyond the void.
In a brief five-day battle with those high-dinsional civilization people, returning after five hundred years had passed.
The once feeble man reached the pinnacle again, triumphing over opponents, becoming the most revered martial emperor of the new era.
Now.
He was simply venturing out again for five days.
To visit a small wizard world.
Upon return, another five hundred years had passed, the once youthful hero of the era had beco an old man, about to witness the end of his era.
Two instances of five days, in his eyes it was just a mont.
Including only three etings.
It had spanned the youth, peak, decline of the old man.
Rarely, the Emperor sat beside the old man, they talked about many things.
Yang Tiansheng shared many insights, knowledge, whether useful or not, also discussing that mysterious voice from Outer Heaven, who assisted him.
"It was him."
The Emperor wasn't surprised, simply said.
After a short pause, he continued:
"That elder, I suppose he dislikes my neglecting responsibility, treating this Martial Arts Era indifferently, indifferently toward you... he couldn't tolerate it, and thus lent a hand."
"Maybe I was wrong, if I get to et him, I will apologize." The Emperor seed sowhat guilty.
The old man on the sickbed quivered all over, trying to speak.
He harbors many questions, even the Emperor reacted this way, what kind of being was this?
Unfortunately, there's no ti left to ask.
Having seen the Emperor one last ti, heard the news of still being alive, he completed his wish, with no fear facing death, only liberation.
In his eyes, this coughing and frail figure appeared utterly reliable.
Although it has passed through a filter.
"In this long era, through these long ages, who can transcend?" This familiar young man smiled warmly, gently stroking the old man's face.
Feeling the temperature on his face, the elderly man, who dedicated his life to driving the era forward, could no longer restrain himself, in this silent Martial God Palace, burst into tears.
"Please ensure victory.... I have broken free from my cage, it's up to the elder now... wishing you martial prosperity."
The Emperor did not respond, he silently paused.
He rembered a similar scene from the last battle, that youth with only a head left too had voiced similar words.
Only now the youth had turned into an old man.
"I heard your plea, no cage can confine ."
Suddenly, he beca serious, turned away and walked outside, picking up the thousand-year Emperor's Decree, without any reluctance for this blood-stained Martial God Mountain.
Martial Arts Calendar year 3000, Emperor Tiansheng passed away, universally mourning, every household adorned with white silk.
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