The path of cultivation is perilous, one misstep and you’re utterly destroyed; the path of the strong is paved with bones, and the smallest slip leads to demise; the Emperor’s road is a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, a path walked over the corpses of countless strong n, experiencing three disasters and nine hardships, advancing drenched in blood, killing with every step, a million bodies submit beneath one’s feet—none of this is an exaggeration, for in any one world, there can only be one Emperor. Until this Emperor has perished, a second cannot possibly erge. After the previous Emperor perishes, their aura will perate the whole world, affecting other strong n seeking the Emperor’s road, ensuring that at least a hundred thousand years will pass without a second Emperor’s birth!
The Divine trapped within the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner was hunted by Ye Tianchen using the "Holy Heaven Prison." The Chaos Qi within instilled fear in it, truly made it apprehensive, as this Divine had once been wounded by the Chaos Qi from the Holy Heaven Prison, nearly annihilated into ashes, and the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner almost destroyed, genuinely arousing a lodged fear within it.
The mory remained vivid, as if it happened yesterday, where the Divine was relentlessly pursued by Ye Tianchen using the Holy Heaven Prison, which made it involuntarily recall that battle long ago when the Poison Saint attempted to surpass the Emperor Realm. That battle was truly earth-shattering, wielding star-destroying power, stirring the heavens and alarming the spirits!
Throughout the ages, every strong man aspiring to ascend the Emperor’s road would ultimately cross the formidable and incomparable Emperor Tribulation. Before or during the crossing, other strong n would certainly launch attacks. These n were all figures of unmatched skill and profound cultivation, whose Cultivation Realm was extrely high. Even if they hadn’t reached the Emperor Realm, their closeness could not be denied. To dare to obstruct soone who was halfway into the Emperor Realm’s tributary without extraordinary power would indeed equate to recklessly seeking death like a fool.
The Poison Saint, halfway into the Emperor Realm, having consolidated and cultivated for ten thousand years, in an open sky during blazing sun, held the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner, sitting cross-legged above the firmant, eyes coldly watching ahead, releasing powerful Divine Thought, ticulously sensing the surrounding auras. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, loudly declaring, "I, the Poison Saint, shall beco Emperor today. Be it old enemies or those without grievances, you are all welco to battle here and resolve old enmities, or you shall be too late!"
Whoosh!
As soon as the Poison Saint’s words landed, a streak of sword light ca to slay, aiming directly for the Poison Saint’s head. The Poison Saint coldly glanced at it without rising, rely flicking a finger, shattering the sword light, simultaneously extending a giant hand, grabbing it out of thin air. With a squeeze of the claw, a scream echoed, a Blood Mist exploded. The individual who initially attacked to assault and kill the Poison Saint ended up utterly destroyed.
Crack!
A figure flashed out, the speed reaching an apex, delivering a palm to smash the Poison Saint’s head with intensity. The Poison Saint still looked coldly, for he was already halfway into the Emperor Realm, having solidified his cultivation for nearly ten thousand years, reached heights unimaginable to ordinary strong n. When the palm was delivered, he already perceived the person’s Cultivation Realm was insufficient to warrant rising to fight.
Poof!
The figure exploded, the flesh shattered into pieces. Faced with the second challenger’s palm attack, the Poison Saint lashed out with a punch. As fist t palm, the attacker was obliterated, devoid of form or soul. The Poison Saint still looked on coldly, expressionless. To beco Emperor, he had to beco invincible, accepting challenges from powerful fighters and exceptional talents throughout the world determined not to let him smoothly beco Emperor. His only recourse was to kill until no one dared to challenge him. Then he could calmly cross the Emperor Tribulation with all his strength and truly enter the Emperor Realm to beco the dominator of this world.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
After the Poison Saint killed the second challenger with a punch, three n appeared before him. These three wore identical Taoist robes, each carrying a longsword on their back, with identical appearances, clearly brothers, coldly eyeing the Poison Saint.
"Back then you killed our fathers, I also killed your fathers, today I am to cross the Emperor Tribulation, knowing full well you would co!" The Poison Saint calmly spoke to the triplet brothers.
"Enough pointless talk, the enmity between us is irreconcilable. You aspire to conquer the Emperor Tribulation and beco an invincible Emperor, dream on!"
"Today marks both the day of overcoming your tribulation and the day you et your end!"
"Poison Saint, with our combined strength, it’s not difficult to annihilate you, prepare to die!"
Boom!
A thunderous roar shook the heavens, as three Sword Qi cleaved through the sky, vibrating the world around. Poison Saint furrowed his brows, slowly raised his right hand, and said calmly, "Three Heroes of the Sword, the Shocking Sword Skill passed down by your family was indeed enough to dominate in this land. It’s a pity that the swordsmanship is incomplete; otherwise, with your talents, you could have traversed the heavens!"
"There’s no need to say more. In today’s battle, it’s either our deaths or yours, Poison Saint!"
The Three Heroes of the Sword, the third wave of attackers against Poison Saint, hailed from a lineage of cultivators, inheriting a renowned Shocking Sword Skill. They were once famous in this world but unfortunately lost the complete swordsmanship, rendering them unable to master it fully. If not for this, with their talent and perseverance, they could have beco overlords.
"Certain grudges are destined to be resolved only through battle. Banner, co forth..."
Poison Saint shook his head gently, and with a subtle gesture, the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner ca into his hand. As it unfurled, an overwhelming murderous intent spread outwards. The Three Heroes of the Sword were startled, quickly activating their sword skill to manifest an imnse, unmatched sword net, enveloping Poison Saint. There was no escape, nowhere to hide; being struck by this net would an instant annihilation, leaving not a single drop of blood.
Buzz!
The Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner quivered in Poison Saint’s hand, folding up in an instant as a hint of murder flickered in his cold eyes. He thrust the banner toward the center of the descending sword net.
Thud!
After the huge impact, Poison Saint remained seated, cross-legged in the sky, holding the Poison Saint Intense Fla Banner aloft in his right hand. Blood trickled down from the top of the banner, while at its foremost edge, there were three corpses. Their heads pierced by the banner, strung together like skewered lamb, the Three Heroes of the Sword were no match for Poison Saint’s power and were slain together!
"I never intended to kill the three of you; nor to snuff out the young generation’s pride. But so matters are beyond my control..." Poison Saint spoke, shaking his right hand as the corpses of the Three Heroes of the Sword transford into a mist of blood, disappearing cleanly.
Emperor’s Road is destined to be a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea. Each Emperor before achieving the status must face challenges from all around and settle past grudges. Only then can they confidently cross the Emperor Tribulation, which is powerful and world-ending. Throughout history, many have fallen on this path or died in the tribulation; they were all prodigies, but just one step away from becoming Supre Emperors, rulers of this world. Alas, it is only this one step that leads to lifelong regrets and a dismal end!
Therefore, to beco an invincible Supre Emperor, one must endure countless trials, face nurous life-and-death battles, and experience great joys and sorrows. On this path, countless cultivators have perished, countless prodigies have died. This is the Emperor’s Road: cruel and bloody, devoid of reason and sentint, filled only with slaughter!
Following this, Poison Saint faced challenge after challenge. Among these challengers were prodigies, mighty beings capable of extraordinary feats, so devoid of enmity with Poison Saint, others tangled in grievances. They were all strong, aiming to eradicate Poison Saint. Those holding enmities naturally didn’t want Poison Saint to beco the Supre Emperor, knowing they wouldn’t stand a chance then. Even those without grudges feared his rise, aware that once he beca emperor, he would dominate this world, at least living for another thirty thousand years. In this span they couldn’t wait, and even if possible, unlikely to reach the Emperor Realm as the laws from the preceding emperor would continue influencing the world. Therefore, anyone pursuing emperorship faces constant obstruction from thousands of strong challengers; the hardships of the Emperor’s Road are unimaginably tough.
Yet, when one achieves emperorship, becoming the ruler of one world, invincible across the universe, master of ten thousand realms, they live at least thirty thousand years. If they obtain and aptly use an Immortal Elixir, they could live another thirty thousand years—that’s sixty thousand years of longevity. However, their friends and family cannot share such longevity, all passing from their lives, with no instance of achieving Eternal Life. Even the supre emperors, rulers of the world’s fate, face this helplessness, enduring solitude across the years. In their twilight, only a lone figure remains, despite unmatched might, unable to stop the erosion of ti!
Four hours later, Poison Saint was drenched in blood, the challengers growing in strength, making it hard for him to manage repeatedly. Though fatigue marked his face, his eyes remained like thunder and lightning, knowing well that succumbing here ant forever forfeiting the chance to beco a Supre Emperor, never reaching that realm, and facing utter obliteration! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welco to cast recomndation and monthly votes on Qidian (qidian) as your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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