The Jade Emperor's overwhelming will did not strike, nor did the enormous corpse beneath the Arc de Triomphe turn back. Xu Long was extremely grateful for White Eyebrows's final magic seal, which firmly attracted the Jade Emperor's remains.
Beneath this tombstone, he experienced the birth of one Creator and the death of Creator, the collapse of one order and the reconstruction of another, the rise of an ambitious man and the fall of a group of old nobles.
It was a chaotic period, an era of collapse, and the greatest stage for ambitious people. There were always those Riptide ahead in adversity, and those who refused to submit to the Heavenly Dao.
They rebuilt heaven and earth with their beliefs, they established rules with their standards, they made the laws reappear, they made the rules operate again. The will of the Great Emperor is the Heavenly Dao, and the life of the Great Emperor is that of the Creator.
When flames spread across the earth, the sun and moon lingered in the sky, and stars filled the night, the chaotic spiritual energy began to tame, and the Great Emperor who gave birth to all things became the new Creator.
This may be the secret of life and death, this may be the past of the Great Emperor!
As the light above his head faded, Xu Long snapped out of his reverie, and when he opened his eyes, a gleam of wisdom shone within them.
Xu Long knew that his trip was worthwhile. From the tombstones, he experienced the death and Rebirth Divine Hall of the entire world. Although he was still somewhat unclear about the great war in the ancient times, he had already gained the greatest achievement of this trip: comprehending the rules of the world.
Although the inscription on the tombstone was unclear, Xu Long had fully grasped its meaning. The vast world and endless gods within it deeply impressed him, and he also felt a deep connection to the collapse of order in the world.
Finally, a powerful being rebuilt the world, restoring the rules and becoming a new Creator. After Xu Long comprehended all of this, he had a greater sense of confidence in his future path of cultivation.
He is currently in the Mid Tribulation Transcendence Stage. The increase in his Magic Power is not the biggest obstacle. His understanding and comprehension of the rules of the world are the key to whether he can become a great cultivator. Xu Long has been tempering his Dao Heart and will on the Great Dao in order to have fewer obstacles on his future journey.
Now, standing before this tombstone, Xu Long's understanding of truth has deepened. His soul, which had been corrupted by the will of the Great Emperor and the will of the Haotian Mirror, has been restored, and the remaining will of the Haotian Mirror in his soul has been completely expelled.
At this moment, his Dao Heart and will have Wuxian approached those of a great cultivator, only he has not yet Fusion the Power of Laws that is only available in the Mahayana Stage. Now that he has gained enlightenment of the truth here, he has made full preparations for his breakthrough to the Mahayana Stage.
On the path to the future, Xu Long will only need enough energy to truly enter the ranks of great cultivators!
As for the tombstone in front of us...
A strong sense of regret flashed in Xu Long's eyes; he really wanted to pack up the tombstone and take it with him!
Such profound truths are contained in a single message. If I were to ponder and decipher its words day and night, wouldn't I also be able to understand the workings of the world's rules and the secrets of how all things come about?
But what lies behind this tombstone? Xu Long's heart skipped a beat, and then the spatial fragment he had been tightly gripping began to crack, revealing a glaring crack on it.
Xu Long turned around in the darkness. He stood before the tombstone, gazing ahead. The ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, as if something heavy had fallen, and a muffled thud echoed in his ears.
He didn't know what else lay in the darkness behind the tombstone. In the stillness, he faced the Arc de Triomphe, where the enormous figure collapsed beneath it, and the magic seal left by the Haotian Mirror had been completely swallowed up by the darkness.
Xu Long visited the Void Small World twice. This time, he seemed to have gained a complete understanding of the small world and the secrets hidden in the darkness behind it. However, at this time, his cultivation level was definitely not high enough to truly explore this world.
Xu Long never knew what was recorded on the tombstone.
He guessed that this was the Jade Emperor's final resting place, but due to the passage of countless years, it had fallen into disrepair.
The once-immortal tombs are now in ruins, and the gods who once accompanied the emperor have turned into stone statues. In the endless void, only darkness shrouds this place, and only dust settles on the mottled buildings.
The former glory and immortality here will be covered by time and dust. The once magnificent Tomb of the Great Emperor is now nothing more than an abandoned place in the void.
Perhaps there once was a vast little world, magnificent and beautiful, guarded by many gods, floating high in the clouds. Its body supported the heavens and the earth, and its triumphal arch encompassed all directions, turning the entire little world into the tomb of the emperor.
But as time passed, no one knows what happened that caused this once magnificent Tomb of the Great Emperor to fall into obscurity.
Many of the gods within perished, the cloud-top structures collapsed with a deafening crash, and the passage of time repeatedly covered them with dust, creating a chilling atmosphere that lingered for countless years.
Only behind the towering Arc de Triomphe remain loyal guards, and the tombstones still bear the memories of the past, but they are all shrouded in darkness, and the flames that once burned on the earth are no longer lit.
Although in the end it was never known who erected the tombstone, Xu Long, hiding behind White Eyebrows and Haotian Mirror, had already gained the greatest benefit for himself during his journey to the Tomb of the Great Emperor.
As he infused his Magic Power, a faint spatial flow began to appear beneath his feet. Xu Long glanced at a figure in the darkness in the distance, then took a step and stepped into the spatial flow.
Xu Long's figure became increasingly blurry. He continuously poured Magic Power into the hand that held the spatial fragment. As he looked at the gradually blurring main body of the small world before him, a sliver of light refracted back into his eyes.
He separated from the small world in the void. The spatial flow beneath his feet gradually accelerated. As the light in his eyes diminished, the surroundings became dark again. Xu Long withdrew his gaze, and the Tomb of the Great Emperor deep within his eyes completely disappeared.
Little did he know that in the darkness of the void, a gaze had been watching him all along, and the figure beneath the Arc de Triomphe was holding a needle in his hand, its the Spot light particularly dazzling in the gloom.
A rumbling sound echoed within the barrier, and the mighty will of the Great Emperor once again permeated the spatial barrier, this time also drawing in a small world.
On the precipitous cliffs of the Mount Emei Range stands a solemn palace, which is closed year-round and rarely visited. Birds do not sing and beasts do not cross the cliffs; only the howling, cold wind ravages them all year round.
The mountain range is covered with a dense pine forest, but unlike the lush green pines in other parts of the Mount Emei Range, the pine forest on this cliff has no needles, only dry branches and trunks standing upright on the cliff.
Inside the main hall, there was a sharp, Geng Metal Qi. The swirling sword energy almost lifted the roof off, and a heavy atmosphere rose up on the tranquil cliff.
In this place where the Geng Metal Qi rages year-round, very few living things survive, yet these layers upon layers of pine forests still remain, only looking somewhat eerie with the absence of needles.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The usually tranquil sky above the cliffs was suddenly filled with several crisp sword cries, and the sword energy swirling in the main hall below was instantly unleashed with the infusion of Magic Power.
Before any sword light could be seen flashing in the air, a mysterious light seemed to twist above the hall, and two sword energies were about to burst out from the top. Many sword energies inside the hall followed behind the two sword energies, and traces of their trajectories were revealed in the empty hall.
As the sword technique was executed, the Magic Power poured in became increasingly abundant. The two swirling sword energies rolled once, twisted their blades, and went up to the top of the hall. A loud "clang" sound rang out below. Countless sword energies instantly gathered together, as if they were about to break free of their cage along with the two sword lights.
But before the other sword energies could react, two sword lights flashed, as if tearing through space in an instant. The palace above them opened up like ripples on water, and the sword lights had already swept away from the palace above.
The sword energy that followed crashed into the top of the hall, producing a clanging sound of metal striking metal, and the sharp sword energy surged and raged inside the hall.
But the hall that had just parted like ripples on water now resembled an extremely stable cage, blocking these unruly sword energies and allowing countless sword energies to rage within the hall, while the main hall below remained intact.
"Imperial Edict!"
"Imperial Edict!"
As two sword lights streaked across the sky above the cliff, two voices imbued with the Power of Laws resounded throughout the Mount Emei Range. The two voices, one male and one female, uttered a single word, and a mysterious force seemed to pull the heavens and earth together.
Then, a series of strange phenomena began to appear above the Mount Emei Range. Energy fluctuations belonging to great cultivators emanated from the mountains, and bursts of sword energy erupted from the mountain gates.
Countless disciples in blue robes stared in shock at the flying sword in their hands. The flying sword, which they had nurtured for many years, was now somewhat out of control in their Niwan Palace. Their magical Magic Power moved with the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, and invisible sword energy seemed to be drawn out automatically from behind them.
"Strengthen your Niwan Palace!"
A loud shout exploded in their minds. Under the True Spirit transmission of White Eyebrows, the disciples in the mountain gate were suddenly shaken. Then they all held their breath and calmed their flying swords. The chaotic signs in their Niwan Palace were calmed down.
The shock and doubt in everyone's hearts were beyond measure, and their reverence for the patriarch rose to a new level. The previous pursuit and annihilation of the Blood Alliance traitors, and now a single voice transmission to calm the chaotic signs of sword energy among everyone, such Kami means could only be quelled by the patriarch.
On the main peak of Mount Emei, White Eyebrows's mood was filled with melancholy. His aged face was etched with deep worry, and there was an unyielding sorrow between his brows.
He paid no heed to the reverence of the disciples in the mountain sect. After returning to the Legend of Mount Shu World alone, White Eyebrows did not explain the fate of the Blood Alliance traitors.
Of course, in everyone's eyes, the thief who dared to knock on the door must have been killed by the patriarch, so Mount Emei removed the protective formation again.
After the prying eyes left, the patriarch instead ordered the great cultivators of the mountain sect to gather near the Mount Emei Range, seemingly indicating a tendency to abandon the various spiritual vein dojos. This arrangement was the result of White Eyebrows's careful consideration.
After Fusion the Haotian Mirror, he chased Xu Long all the way to the void. Inside the small world, he had a fierce conflict with the Great Emperor's will. The two sides originally had no chance to interact, but at this moment, they interacted and regarded each other as enemies.
When the Haotian Mirror displayed its power, White Eyebrows was completely controlled by it, like a puppet on strings. When fighting against the Haotian Mirror's will and the Emperor's remains, White Eyebrows could only be considered to have a slight sense of participation.
The immense power emanating from the Haotian Mirror in the void shocked White Eyebrows. Since obtaining this supreme Haotian Mirror, he probably hadn't even unleashed one-tenth of its power.
Upon entering the Tomb of the Great Emperor, the Haotian Mirror and the Great Emperor's remains clashed fiercely. After witnessing the terror emanating from its own magical seal, the Great Emperor's remains showed no sign of retreating.
Under the threat of the Emperor's remains, even the Haotian Mirror had to retreat automatically. The small world in the void was full of mystery, and the divine Magic Power existed within the Haotian Mirror. But what kind of being was this being that made the Haotian Mirror retreat?
The experiences White Eyebrows had in the spatial barrier made him somewhat doubtful about his cultivation path over the past few thousand years, and the treasure in his hands no longer seemed as simple as it once was.
The journey through the spatial barrier was like a veil covering White Eyebrows's eyes. He couldn't dispel the fog before him. He was one of the few beings in the world who had comprehended the rules of the world, and his cultivation was at the powerful Immortal Realm. However, after this journey through the spatial barrier, he felt somewhat inadequate.
White Eyebrows couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. He had stood on the clouds looking down for many years, but now he had first been taught a lesson by a Blood Alliance cultivator who knocked on his door, and then he had been taught a lesson by the Void Small World.
The once lofty patriarch, an omnipotent Immortal Realm, is now somewhat restrained.
White Eyebrows thought to himself that the Haotian Mirror and the Void Small World were definitely not that simple. The secrets hidden within them were beyond his comprehension, even as Earth Immortal. Unfortunately, his current cultivation level was insufficient to explore them clearly.
After returning to Mount Emei, he would strategically retreat. He couldn't handle the Void Small World in the void, but it was separated from the stable world by countless epochs and shouldn't pose much of a threat to him.
In a stable world, the greatest threat right now is the Blood Alliance cultivators and other sects that dare to covet the Mount Emei Range.
If the Blood Alliance cultivators truly open the Chi You Blood Cave and obtain the opportunities within, the evil sect's power will greatly increase, and Mount Emei will be the first sect they need to deal with.
Only after defeating the righteous leader can the evil faction seize the opportunity of a great victory and reap the greatest benefits at the lowest cost.
The thief who knocked on the door earlier might have been a scout for the Insomnia Blood Demon. Although the great cultivators of Mount Emei didn't perform very well, I managed to turn the tide.