I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors

The figures in their eyes seemed identical.

Yet they were shrouded by chaotic mist, impossible to see clearly.

Houtu saw a Ghost Face Mask, and then a Bronze Ring...

"Divine Blood, Buddhist Blood, Saint Blood, Demonic Blood—all poured upon me, but what about my sister..." Houtu saw that youth, identical to Jiang Chen, being taken by a group of people to a mysterious place.

All kinds of eerie blood were poured over him... he became a Sacrificial Offering.

What she did not know was that Jiang Chen, to write this book and stir the Human Race's emotions, had deliberately spent nearly a hundred years riding the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, experiencing the pasts of many people.

Thus, everything depicted in the book bore Jiang Chen's shadow.

"Demonic Blood, Buddhist Blood, Saint Blood!" Houtu stared at those shocking words, her heart shaken.

In the Primordial World, these were almost the most supreme inheritances.

She recalled five hundred years ago, when Jiang Chen faced Grand Pure on Shouyang Mountain, and the supreme experts of the Primordial World all emerged one after another.

The difference was that the youth in the book had fallen, while Jiang Chen had changed the fate of the Human Race.

Houtu felt a surge of emotion.

If anyone understood Jiang Chen's heart best, in all the Primordial World, even the Human Race themselves did not know him as well as Houtu did.

Then, Houtu continued reading A Leaf Covers the Sky.

The epic, undefeated paths of one Great Emperor after another—Houtu felt nothing for them.

She herself stood at the pinnacle, unmatched in combat.

Yet... she was moved by only one little girl.

She had spent her life in the Mortal World.

"Not seeking immortality, only waiting for you to return in the Mortal World..."

When that peerless woman, unmatched in talent across the ages, gazed into the distance at the Bronze Coffin, even Houtu was stirred.

Not seeking immortality? Only waiting for you to return in the Mortal World?

"Is it what the book says—waiting for A Similar Flower, or for a Reincarnated Person?"

Houtu suddenly froze.

She vaguely felt as if she had touched some kind of barrier; crossing it would open up boundless horizons.

Yet, straining with all her might to find the answer to that sentence, she could never grasp it.

Unable to penetrate it, unable to comprehend the Dao.

Shua, shua...

Finally, Houtu turned to the last page.

She had finished reading A Leaf Covers the Sky.

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Jiang Chen sitting with his eyes closed, resting.

In her mind, she kept superimposing Jiang Chen's image over that of the elder brother in the book.

Was he a Reincarnated Person, or A Similar Flower...

Or perhaps, the person in the book was a manifestation of Jiang Chen, and everything was him?

"Or else... what I see, what I think, is all Elder Brother?"

A deeply complex thought arose in Houtu's heart...

It made her heart pound!

"Is this the fixed fate that the Heavenly Dao sensed when I stepped into the Human Race's Forbidden Zone back then?"

Houtu's cheeks flushed red, hidden within the chaotic mist, unwilling to let anyone see.

Chapter 46: Jiang Chen's Enlightenment, Six Paths of Samsara [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"Huff!"

Houtu emerged from the Book World, letting out a long breath.

Only when her mind had calmed did she slowly withdraw the chaotic mist that had concealed her flushed cheeks.

Jiang Chen noticed her movement and was puzzled.

He asked, "Was there nothing in the book worth helping you with?"

The reason he said this was that the system's notification had not registered any reward from Houtu's comprehension of the book.

Thus, Jiang Chen was very confused.

For a Quasi-Saint to contemplate a book of this level—even if it wasn't completely useless, it should at least allow deep insight into something, right?

Had she opened it the wrong way?

Houtu heard Jiang Chen's question and took a deep breath.

She replied softly, "Elder Brother, this book has been of great benefit to me. Perhaps I am too dull-witted, and simply cannot penetrate that layer..."

Jiang Chen was puzzled and pressed further: "Tell me, what kind of feeling is it..."

He had experienced most of what the people in the book had gone through, making him the one most qualified to speak.

At the same time, he was also the one who felt it most deeply.

If he could read this book and comprehend its rewards, then he could almost grasp everything within it!

Ultimate Emperor Weapons, Immortal Scriptures, Longevity Medicine, the Bronze Coffin, the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, the Nine Secrets—all of it could be fully understood!

Unfortunately... he could not comprehend it.

Because he was the writer, the creator.

Houtu dared not meet Jiang Chen's gaze, for everything she visualized, everything manifested in the book, bore Jiang Chen's shadow.

This nearly stirred a realization within her—that there might be some thread, fine and tangled, binding her and her Elder Brother together.

Thus, Houtu's eyes darted away as she said, "I saw a line in the book: 'Not to become an immortal, but to wait for your return in the Mortal World.' It was spoken by that peerless, stunningly talented Female Emperor."

"She was waiting for someone, but that person had already died."

"Will a Similar Flower truly bloom again in reflection?"

As her words fell, Jiang Chen's mind tightened.

The thing that moved Houtu most in the book was actually this line.

That single sentence was almost the key that ran through the entire book.

Jiang Chen had lived through all of that, and his feelings were profound—as if he had seen, thought, and yearned for it himself!

Now, recalling that pure, spotless little girl, his heart ached.

His voice was low, his words clear: "In the next life, believe it and it exists; doubt it and it is nothing."

"Through the long years, two identical flowers will eventually appear in the world. A thousand years of looking back—one flower withers, another blooms..."

Upon hearing this, Houtu's gaze gradually grew dazed.

Her cherry lips parted slightly as she softly murmured the words over and over.

"In the next life, believe it and it exists; doubt it and it is nothing?"

"But the woman in the book... she kept waiting for someone..."

Houtu looked lost and dejected, feeling that this was a tragic affair.

In her heart, she had once gazed across the Primordial World, seeing mountains of bones, oceans of blood, and mud made of flesh...

That feeling was all too familiar—it was the softest, most tender part of her soul.

She did not want to witness such sorrow...

"Has it cleared up some of your doubts?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Thank you, Elder Brother. The fog in Little Sister's heart has been dispelled a little more... Perhaps I am truly dull-witted, unable to fathom the profound mysteries of such a Human Dao heavenly tome..." Houtu quickly replied.

"I want to read it a few more times... may I?"

Hearing Houtu's cautious request, and seeing her pure, flawless eyes—so like the little girl in the book—Jiang Chen felt a pang of tenderness.

"Read it as many times as you like... I won't disturb you." Jiang Chen rose, yielding the space to Houtu.

He also strictly ordered the children of the Great Wilderness not to disturb her.

Houtu's eyes fixed on Jiang Chen, her long lashes framing eyes that seemed to speak their gratitude.

Then, she closed her eyes and began to leaf through A Leaf Covers the Sky once more.

Jiang Chen did not disturb her.

He walked alone through the Human Race's Forbidden Zone, hoping to guide more of the Human Race.