Chapter 197
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Chapter 197: Myriad Worlds
On May 30th of the 96,668th year in the history of the World of Martial Arts, it marked the tenth year since the Tian Yan Tribe’s retreat from the battlefield of the heavens, and it would be recorded in history as the time when the human race began to conquer the myriad worlds.
In just ten short years, for the practitioners who had not perished on the battlefield due to the rampant wars, their lifespans after breaking into the Human King stage were counted in hundreds of years; it was but a fleeting moment. Yet, this fleeting moment brought transformative changes to the Tianwu Continent.
After Ming He bravely stepped into the Great Emperor realm and opened the heavens with her sword, Qin Chu Yi, whose talent and understanding were on par with hers, was pulled back from the space formation by Ming He and finally stepped into the Emperor realm, becoming the second Emperor of the Tianwu Continent in nearly a thousand years.
The third practitioner to reach the Emperor realm was not Li Fusheng, the Lord of the Sword Pavilion, who had been given great expectations by the Tianwu Continent, but Lord Fu Yao of the Imperial Palace.
On the battlefield of the heavens, with his life hanging by a thread and his cultivation nearly wasted, he slowly healed his injuries with the power of faith.
After ten years of secluded cultivation to understand the Dao, this practitioner who once stood atop the mountain for thousands of years quietly stepped into the Great Emperor realm, becoming the third Emperor of this world.
Due to the events with Yóu Lìng, his heart once lacked completeness, resulting in him struggling to survive for thousands of years without entering the Emperor realm. Now, however, Ming He had shattered those concerns and limitations by gathering the power of faith from all beings, allowing Fu Yao to reap some gains as well.
His heart still held imperfections, as the actions of the past left unerasable marks and mistakes no matter how heavy the years were, but he now understood that the girl who liked to wear white had once used her soul energy to preserve the existence of the Tianwu Continent before falling into hell.
She had once passionately loved this world, gazing at the magnificent scenery with hope, her eyes filled with starlight.
Thinking of this fact, Fu Yao and many others felt a thick layer of black fog envelop their hearts, a pain and… shame that words could not describe.
Fu Yao did not know what kind of feelings Yóu Lìng had when she sat on the fractured cliff occupied by the Tian Yan Tribe, beneath the blood-colored ruins, facing the setting sun, manifesting the miraculous ability of words turning into law.
Nor did he know what complex feelings were contained in the smile Yóu Lìng had directed at He Lou Feng after she stood up.
He only thought to himself, since Yóu Lìng had once poured everything for the existence of the Tianwu Continent, then now, fighting fiercely for the strength of the Tianwu Continent would not be too difficult.
He had previously struggled against the most profound lock in his heart, lacking just a bit of courage and faith to go all out, and he also could not let go of the vast rivers and mountains that needed him to continue living.
Now, with the heavens clear, his life or death no longer held the same significance for this continent, so risking his life for a future was not unachievable.
If he lost, he would only pay with the life that should have ended long ago; if he won, the Tianwu Continent would embrace a brand new future.
As the Lord of the Imperial Palace, Fu Yao held the most magnificent ambitions for this continent. He watched as the land endured the fierce flames of war and could not bear to stop merely at successful defense, could he?
Fortunately, he won the gamble; with the power of faith from all beings, even with imperfections in his heart, he could still attain the imperial throne. This land had finally not been pushed to the brink of despair.
After death, his soul would return to the heavens and not enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Let him reclaim the breath of the Tianwu Continent with this flawed body, and after death, pay the debts he owed.
It seemed as if with one word spoken, following Fu Yao, the once-strong practitioners of the human race who had been trapped at the peak of the Earth Emperor Realm for hundreds of years, such as the ancestor Qin Ling of Qin Huang Mountain, the domain lord Dong Jian Ping of the Eastern Region, Qing Long of formation mastery, and the leader of the Phoenix Clan, Feng Xin, all successively stepped into the Emperor realm.
In the younger generation, led by Nineteen, the leaders of the Demon Race, Ji Wu Xu and Mo Xiao, along with Mu Nan Zhi and Lou Qing Shang, all had their Dao hearts illuminated and gained profound insights.
The era of renewal had begun; the war song of the Tianwu Continent towards the myriad worlds finally resounded.
With the Blue Sea and blue sky, towering green mountains, in the distance was the dazzling crescent moon soaring and dancing with the flowing clouds, and nearby were green branches brushing against leaves, the wind blowing through, bringing hope-filled vitality to the world.
The black array flags fluttered in the wind, and Nineteen stood just outside the array flags, gazing at the two figures at the center of the formation. Her eyes held both excitement and concern.
Seeing this, Ming He smiled lightly, taking Qin Chu Yi’s hand with an easy demeanor: “Nineteen and dear friends need not worry. My Senior Sister and I are going to take over the Tian Yan realm; there will be no danger.”
Even if there were danger, with her and Qin Chu Yi’s cultivation level after breaking into the Emperor realm, it wouldn’t be much of an issue.
The Emperor realm is the peak of the cultivation realm, but no one has ever stated that the end of the cultivation path is the Emperor realm. Ten years was a breakthrough for Qin Chu Yi and others from the Earth Emperor Realm to the Emperor realm.
Ming He was still at the Emperor realm now, but who could say for certain that she had stood still for ten years without any gains?
“Rest assured and wait for our news.”
Ming He flashed a radiant smile at Nineteen, one hand holding a black disciple token engraved with the totem of the vast mountains and rivers of the Tianwu Continent, while her other hand firmly held onto Qin Chu Yi’s hand.
Surrounded by shimmering spiritual light, two figures, one clad in blue and the other in red, ascended with the wind, vanishing from the sight of all and from the lands of the Tianwu Continent.
Nineteen’s expertise in formation mastery now exceeded that of Qing Long. The space formation, rigorously tested by Ming He and Qin Chu Yi, was now flawless and without error.
It required no spatial coordinates and could bypass the constraints of dimensional gates.
In essence, the inhabitants of the Tianwu Continent could traverse the myriad worlds freely using this space formation, appearing and disappearing without a trace.
Thus, the Tian Yan Realm, bereft of its clan leader and royal heir, was as scattered as sand, offering no resistance.
Over the past decade, Mo Xiao had sent the Left Envoy Mu Xuan Ye and the Right Envoy Zhou Yi to scout the myriad worlds and locate the armies, while the human leaders from the Western and Southern Regions ventured to the royal city of the Tian Yan Tribe to sow further discord in an already tumultuous Tian Yan Realm.
Among the myriad races that had invaded the Tianwu Continent for millennia, the Tian Yan Tribe was the most brutal and dominant. Now, as the Tianwu Continent prepared to retaliate, the Tian Yan Realm was the first target.
For the Tianwu Continent, these ten years marked a period of renewal, healing, and hope for a future free from the scars of war. For the Tian Yan Realm, it was a time of infernal suffering.
Having lost their clan leader, their royal heir, and the astute Fifth Prince He Lou Feng, the Tian Yan Tribe was no longer the invincible force it once was. They were now at the mercy of foreign powers.
Beset by internal strife and external threats, their plight mirrored that of the once feeble human race, yet they lacked the human spirit of resilience and defiance, reduced to a mere existence, living day by day.
At this pivotal moment, the leaders of the human race’s Western and Southern Regions stepped forward, offering the Tian Yan royalty a deal: submit to the human race, allow the Tian Yan Realm to become a subordinate of the Tianwu realm, and receive protection in return.
The Tian Yan royalty, with no other options, acquiesced. Ming He and Qin Chu Yi’s arrival was to formalize and legitimize this agreement.
The space formation of the Tianwu Continent descended upon the royal city of the Tian Yan Realm, its radiant light piercing through the dense black fog. Ming He, adorned in blue, moved gracefully through the tainted air.
Holding Qin Chu Yi’s hand, she stepped out of the formation to meet the slightly bowing leaders of the Western and Southern Regions, who greeted her, “Honorable Master Ming, Clan Leader Qin.”
Ming He nodded, her gaze falling upon the towering city veiled in black fog and filth, a slight frown creasing her brow. The Asura Heart at her waist swayed, seemingly uneasy with the air currents here.
“Master, the current overseer of this realm awaits you atop the city wall,” the leader of the Western Region said respectfully, his head bowed.
Overseer of a realm, waiting on the city wall.
Ming He lifted her gaze towards the dark city, peering through the misty black fog to meet a pair of familiar eyes, both clear and profound.
She recognized the owner of those eyes, someone she had encountered before.
Ming He raised an eyebrow, a spark of interest in her eyes, as she wrapped an arm around Qin Chu Yi’s waist and stepped into the air, soon standing before the owner of those eyes, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Pavilion Master Wei.”
Wei Rou shook her head, her expression calm yet tinged with confusion. “The Alien Race Hunting Hall is no more; I am no longer Pavilion Master Wei.”
Qin Chu Yi’s eyes twinkled, a subtle smile playing on her lips. “Then perhaps we should call you Clan Leader Wei?”
Wei Rou paused, a smile gradually forming on her face. “Perhaps that would be fitting.”
She clenched her fingers, her gaze dropping to the world below, still shrouded in black fog, a sense of unreality lingering in her heart.
In a way, she could indeed be considered the clan leader of the Tian Yan Tribe, as the other Tian Yan royals, driven by fear and cowardice, feared the human race’s retribution.
Thus, this outcast, who had once resided in the Tianwu Continent and was later ostracized for serving He Lou Feng, was thrust back into the spotlight and elevated to the position of realm leader.
Tian Yan Tribe clan leader, Tian Yan Realm leader.
Royal bloodline.
She had once been exiled to the Tianwu Continent because of this bloodline and position. At that time, she was already an adult, having not been born without the use of the Tian Yan. Thus, her life on the Tianwu Continent was far more challenging than that of He Lou Feng, who came later.
So challenging that she truly became a vulnerable woman, captured by the young leader of the Demon Race due to the furnace body bestowed by the Tian Yan. If not for the noble young swordsman in white who came to her rescue, she would have perished.
Later, when Qu Lingyun was trapped in the Liu Yun Sect, the Imperial Palace, upon learning of her identity, tasked her with being the human race’s eyes within the alien races, a role Wei Rou accepted without hesitation.
She had indeed fought fiercely for a position as heir in her youth, genuinely loved Qu Lingyun, and forsaken the Tian Yan Tribe that had exiled her for Qu Lingyun alone, and later fully supported He Lou Feng.
Her life had been a convoluted journey, and she never imagined that one day, the position she could not reach in her youth would simply fall into her lap, even if it meant bowing her head and expressing her willingness to submit—it mattered little to her.
Wei Rou lifted her gaze, her expression resolute and smiling. “Then call me Clan Leader Wei.”
She looked at Ming He and extended her hand, revealing a white token, a gentle smile on her lips. “The Tian Yan Realm is willing to submit to the human race and become a subordinate realm of the Tianwu realm, open to commands.”
The Tian Yan Tribe had invaded the Tianwu Continent for millennia; now, having been defeated, they must face the consequences of their actions. Even if the human race’s final decision was to reject them and push for their total extermination, the Tian Yan Realm had no power to resist.
“Good,” Ming He nodded, taking the token representing the core of the realm from Wei Rou’s hand, and declared, “The human race will not commit acts against righteousness; we simply seek to reclaim our rightful pride and dignity.”
“The Tian Yan Realm has invaded the Tianwu Continent for thousands of years; from now, it will be bound for the next five thousand years as a subordinate realm of the Tianwu realm, with the Tian Yan Tribe’s armies subordinate to the Tianwu, responding to all summons.”
“After five thousand years, I or the next leader of the human race will return freedom to the Tian Yan Realm.”
With that, she glanced back at Qin Chu Yi, exchanged a knowing smile, and tossed the token representing the Tianwu’s subordinate realm to Wei Rou. “As a reward, the Tianwu realm will protect you.”
Wei Rou felt disoriented, watching as Ming He soared into the sky, her figure like a flowing wind, crossing the overlapping black fog to reach the pinnacle of the Tian Yan Realm, one hand holding the white token while the other formed an intricate ancient formula, summoning the currents of the realm.
This was Ming He, as the leader of the Tianwu Continent, refining and controlling the Tian Yan Realm.
Wei Rou, like Qin Chu Yi, raised her head, witnessing the blue figure occasionally engulfed by black fog, with the corners of her blue robe fluttering up, until finally, the world was left only with a bright sword light that blazed fiercely, visible throughout the entire realm.
Thus, Wei Rou understood that she had succeeded; the young swordsman who had once been humiliated and left in despair had now transcended to become an existence above the realm leader of the Tian Yan Realm.
The sword opened up the heavens; this was the second realm that Ming He had cut through the illusions.
“Greetings, esteemed master.”
The moment Ming He descended from the heavens, Wei Rou lowered her head, bowing as per the customs of the subordinate realms within the myriad worlds, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.
The Tianwu realm, the human race, had achieved overwhelming victory just like that.
“What is a sword opening the heavens?”
“What is a Tian Yan Realm?”
Ming He smiled softly, her beloved standing beside her, with the leaders of the Western and Southern Regions behind her. The foul atmosphere of the Tian Yan Tribe gradually dissipated as the pure aura of the human race gathered the winds and clouds.
The blue-clad sword cultivator, no longer considered a youth, smiled brilliantly, radiating a proud energy: “Our journey is the stars and the sea.”
