Hong Huang: I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors Section 33

It would not be easy for the Demon Race to activate the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array again.

In truth, the Human Race was the greatest victor this time.

"But... a victor?"

Jiang Chen gazed down at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, at the countless vivid faces before him, and a profound grief welled up in his heart.

As the Lord of the Human Dao and the Human Emperor, his heart had long been bound to the Human Race—every joy, every sorrow, every anger, every delight tied to them.

Had he not borrowed Sage-level cultivation today, could the Human Race have achieved such an outcome?

Behold...

The snow-white covering the mountains was the bleached bones of the Human Race!

The hard, dry red earth was the ground flesh of the Human Race!

The crimson, endless river was the blood and plasma of the Human Race!

Thousands, tens of thousands of years hence, when zithers and flutes harmonize, when silk and bamboo begin their songs, the flesh and blood of the Human Race's ancestors will have returned to the yellow earth.

Will anyone still remember?

Jiang Chen felt as though he had dreamed a dream—that he had not taken this step today.

Had the Human Race's path followed its original course, the Demon Race would have nearly exterminated them.

In his dream, he saw the countless millennia to come, through endless kalpas...

The ancestors of the Human Race became beings of legend.

Everything of the present would vanish without a trace, dissolving into nothingness.

As if cast out from this ancient history.

Hiss!!!

As his thoughts reached this point, Jiang Chen felt his scalp crawl.

He was now a Sage in cultivation!

Every single thought, every single notion was terrifyingly potent, capable of altering the trajectory of fate and causing the river of time to diverge.

"The Human Race is not the victor..." In the end, Jiang Chen's heart seemed steeped in sorrow.

He did not rejoice or take pleasure in having founded the Human Dao.

There was no clarity or refreshment of spirit.

In this conflict, hundreds upon thousands of Human Race tribes had been reduced to ruins.

Tens of thousands, even millions of people, had become part of the Blood Calamity, turned to ash.

Their very flesh was gone, their Blood Essence devoured!

"Human Emperor!!" The myriad spirits of the Human Race sensed Jiang Chen's state of mind and were overcome with grief.

Today, over a million Human Race lives had been lost.

Before this, every so often, dozens of tribes had been turned to ash, transformed into blood offerings!

Now, they could rise within the Human Dao that the Human Emperor had created.

But those people could never return.

In an instant!!!

Jiang Chen raised his sword, before the eyes of the many Sages and the great powers of the world.

He aimed the blade at a Demon Marshal of the Demon Race!

"No!!!" Flying Sickle was terrified; his body, thick as a mountain, drained of all color under that gaze, nearly bursting apart!

"Empress Nuwa, save me!"

In his desperation, Flying Sickle sought the protection of a Sage.

Among those present, only Nuwa was somewhat close to the Demon Race lineage.

Crack!

Flying Sickle died, without even the ability to flee.

Once locked onto by a Sage, unless another Sage shielded him, even fleeing to the ends of heaven, the corners of the earth, or the limits of the world could not avert the inevitable calamity.

In the end, Nuwa did not intervene. She remained hidden within Chaos, allowing Jiang Chen to vent the fury in his heart.

With one sword stroke, he slew a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Demon Race right there!

Blood Rain fell, the order of laws shattered, and space itself collapsed.

Di Jun's heart trembled; Eastern Emperor Taiyi's heart quaked.

The Ancestral Witches were all greatly alarmed.

Jiang Chen's strike was so decisive and ruthless, showing no regard for the Dao Ancestor, Nuwa, or the other Sages present?

After slaying a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal with a single sword stroke, Jiang Chen's gaze was utterly calm.

He said softly, "I really want to kill you all..."

But Jiang Chen understood that for this sword strike of his, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had not intervened, and Nuwa had not intervened—that was already their way of letting him settle this karmic debt.

Everything had been triggered by the fierce battle between the Demon Tribe's Fei Lian Tribe and the Great Shaman Da Yi, dragging up old grudges from years past.

Killing the Demon Emperor Di Jun here today was unrealistic.

Nuwa would not agree, and the Dao Ancestor Hongjun would not agree either.

As the Lord of the Human Dao, intervening in the fixed course of the Heavenly Dao—Hongjun, who had merged his body with the Dao, would never allow Jiang Chen to do such a thing.

Still, since Jiang Chen had already slain a Demon Marshal.

And Nuwa had heard his words, she naturally understood his intent.

"From this day forth! The Demon Emperor Di Jun shall go into seclusion for a thousand years, not emerging for a thousand years! The Demon Tribe shall not recklessly enter the Human Tribe's territories." Nuwa issued a Sage's decree, one that no one could overrule.

"Yes!" Di Jun was afraid too—afraid that Jiang Chen would disregard all cost and kill him in these final moments.

A mere thousand years—just the span of a single closed-door cultivation.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen cast a glance at Nuwa.

Then he raised his sword once more!

He dared not leave a great calamity for the Human Tribe!

Though he would not kill Di Jun, he had to leave enough safe ground for humanity!

Chapter 35: Sword Severing Eternity, Self-Made Forbidden Zone [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

Jiang Chen's long hair hung loose, and his entire body radiated the most blazing brilliance in all heaven and earth!

Enough to scorch the sky, annihilate all things, and reduce everything to a domain of fire.

He was about to swing the Grand Unity Immortal Sword, to cleave open the eternal void!

"What is he doing!" Among the Wu Clan, several Ancestral Witches were horrified.

From him, they actually sensed a supreme power that could casually erase them—the purest kind of power.

"I see a possibility in him, something I can't quite name or explain, as if some hidden fate is guiding me..." Among the Ancestral Witches, Houtu murmured in a daze.

She slowly walked out from the Chaos Outer Heavens.

Stepping toward the Human Ancestral Land, Shouyang Mountain, her eyes held no light—as if she were being drawn by something.

It was the guidance of the Heavenly Dao!

"Can that... fulfill my wish?" Houtu kept murmuring.

When Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches saw this, they were greatly alarmed.

They shouted urgently, "Little Sister! Come back! That is a Sage's strike—far beyond what you can withstand!"

"Little Sister! Wake up!"

"Little Sister! Why must our Wu Clan revere the fixed course of the Heavenly Dao? Father God Pangu follows the Great Dao—what need have we for the Heavenly Dao's shackles!"

The Ancestral Witches cried out in alarm.

They could foresee that the sword light in Jiang Chen's hand was growing ever more brilliant, enough to instantly kill any Quasi-Saint beneath the Sage level.

With no chance to fight back.

That was an utterly terrifying prospect, making Di Jiang and the others tremble at heart.

At the same time, they grew anxious over Houtu's reckless actions.

By the time they reacted, Houtu had already set foot on Shouyang Mountain.

A Quasi-Saint's thought could span heaven and earth.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen had not unleashed a killing intent—he was not about to take a life.

"I'll go pull Little Sister back!" Di Jiang, the Ancestral Witch who mastered the Space Law, stepped forward, wanting to wake Houtu from that strange state and drag her back.