Bestowing the Origin, Reviving the Six Paths

Three thousand years later, a Quasi-Immortal Emperor's true body descended, crossing the River of Time from the future. He had come only to fight Su Li and take his life.

The Primal Ancient Realm, once prosperous and shrouded in mystery, had now become a desolate wasteland.

This land had witnessed the rise and fall of countless heroes, yet now nothing remained but devastation. The forests that had once brimmed with greenery were reduced to scorched earth, their withered trees standing silently amid the ruins like fallen soldiers.

The Imperial City, once a towering and majestic stronghold, had now been shattered and left in ruins.

The bricks and stones of its walls had long been battered beyond recognition by the flames of war, while its gates had been blasted to pieces by the Foreign Realm's Immortal Kings.

Within the city, the once-bustling streets lay in disarray, and the splendid towers and jade mountains of old had become a field of ruins.

Outside the city, dozens of Immortal Kings from the Foreign Realm stood ready for battle, their eyes alight with aggression and anticipation.

Every one of these Foreign Realm kings wielded power enough to destroy heaven and earth. Their arrival posed an immense threat to the Primal Ancient Realm. Like hungry wolves, they stared at the treasures and resources within the Imperial City, ready to seize them at any moment.

At the same time, the Immortal Kings of the Primal Ancient Realm were beset by turmoil.

They knew that ever since the Imperial War began, the Foreign Realm's invasions had come one after another, as if arranged in advance, without a moment's pause. Their struggle against the Foreign Realm had reached a fever pitch, and the final battle could erupt at any moment.

The Immortal Kings' feelings were complicated and heavy. They were filled with anger and hatred toward the invaders from the Foreign Realm, yet they understood all too well how cruel and merciless this war was.

In one corner of the Imperial City, Su Li stood alone, his figure seeming especially forlorn beneath the ruined walls.

His clothes were tattered and stained with dust and blood. His face was as pale as translucent paper; clearly, the Imperial War had drained him of much of his strength.

Though his aura was no longer as imposing as before, resolve still gleamed in his deep eyes.

He turned to Immortal King Wuzhong beside him. His voice was weak, yet carried an undeniable force.

"Uncle Wuzhong, the Imperial War is over. I have little of my Immortal Emperor origin left." He spoke calmly and decisively, as if stating an unchangeable fact.

Immortal King Wuzhong looked at him, concern and admiration flashing in his eyes.

He knew Su Li was using his own power to pave the way for the future of the entire Primal Ancient Realm.

This young True Immortal, a reincarnated Emperor, possessed not only extraordinary wisdom and courage, but also a heart willing to sacrifice everything for his home and family.

Su Li's words echoed through the air, each one as heavy as a thousand jin.

"Next, I'll revive my father and advance my mother into the Immortal King realm," Su Li continued.

His voice was weak, but filled with conviction and resolve. He knew this was his duty to his family, as well as his promise and commitment to the entire Primal Ancient Realm.

He held out his palm, where a faint light shimmered.

"I'll keep one-third of the remaining origin. The rest should be enough to replenish you Immortal King uncles' losses, restoring you to your peak in an instant after you've suffered grievous injuries." When he finished speaking, every Immortal King around him was moved.

They looked at the light in Su Li's hand as if they could see hope and the future within it.

The Immortal Kings around him gazed at the light in Su Li's hand, all of them deeply moved.

They could feel the boundless energy and vitality contained in that radiance, and saw in it the hope of instantly returning to their peak after suffering grievous injuries.

Su Li's figure gradually disappeared at the far end of the Imperial City, leaving behind a group of Immortal Kings whose hearts were full.

They clasped the tiny strands of Immortal Emperor origin tightly in their hands, feeling the immense power contained within and filled with hope for the future.

The Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation Mansion stood at the heart of the Imperial City, imposing and magnificent.

At its core lay the Samsara Hall, said to hold the secrets of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. It was a sacred place where some Immortal Kings of the Immortal Domain sought eternal life.

Su Li returned to the mansion and headed straight for the Samsara Hall. His steps were firm and steady, as if each one crossed the boundaries of time and space. He knew the road ahead would be even more difficult and dangerous, but he was ready.

As he entered the Samsara Hall, Su Li felt a mysterious and powerful aura.

The power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation filled this place, making it seem as though he had entered a world of endless mysteries. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and began preparing to revive his father and improve his mother's cultivation.

Su Li stood at the center of the Samsara Hall in the Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation Mansion, surrounded by a mysterious and solemn aura.

His gaze was resolute and profound, and in his hand he held an Immortal Pill shimmering with dazzling light.

The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit had spent countless efforts and resources refining this Immortal Pill. Every pill was incomparably precious, containing powerful vitality and the strength of a giant's origin.

Su Li placed the pill in his palm, gently closed his eyes, and began to chant an incantation. His voice was low and resonant, as if it could pierce the boundaries of time and space and reach the pill's very core.

As he chanted, the power within the pill gradually unfurled, forming a brilliant radiance.

The light shone like the brightest star in the night sky, brimming with endless vitality and energy.

It danced through the air, giving off a warm and sacred aura.

Su Li carefully guided the radiance toward the place where his father's soul resided.

Beneath its glow, his father's soul gradually emerged. It had been dim and indistinct, but as the light nourished it, it grew brighter and clearer.

Su Li could clearly sense the ripples and changes within his father's soul, as if he were returning from a distant world.

Su Li continued to channel the pill's power, pouring more of its radiance into his father's soul.

The light seemed to possess a wondrous power, able to repair and reshape anything. Under its nourishment, his father's soul gradually regained its vitality.

As time passed, his father's body began to change as well.

His body, once rigid and cold, gradually grew warm and supple beneath the light. Su Li could clearly feel his father's life force slowly reviving and growing stronger.

At last, when the final trace of the origin's radiance entered his father's body, it jolted violently, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was filled with astonishment and gratitude, as if he could hardly believe he had been given a new life.

"Father!" Su Li cried out, overcome with emotion.

He clasped his father's hand tightly, feeling that long-missed warmth and strength. At that moment, it was as if he had gained the whole world.

...(I got drunk. There might not be more—or maybe there will... undecided.)