Jiang Nan was disappointed. Xuandu Guxian left with Hutian. From then on, the path of immortals and gods was a stranger. He did not know when he would be able to break through the barrier of the Heavenly Dao and escape from this new universe to become an immortal.
"If the heavens have feelings, the heavens will also grow old. The righteous path of the human world is vicissitudes … This righteous path of the human world needs to be tested by vicissitudes. The gods and demons of this generation merged the two universes and refined the Heavenly Dao into one, cutting off the path of immortals for the future generations. Whether it is right or wrong, it can only be judged by the future generations … "
Jiang Nan sighed and greeted Xi Yingqing, Luo Huayin, and Moroshi. "The battle between gods and immortals has finally come to an end. The three of you, I need to send my sister and The Underworld off. "
Xi Yingqing and the other two returned the greeting. Their hearts were also filled with melancholy. This catastrophe started because of Xuandu, causing a grudge that lasted for 54 million years. Countless heroes were born. Countless gods and demons shed their blood and shed their lives. Countless strong cultivators came up with all kinds of strategies. A hundred barges and a hundred boats fought to cross the river, all for a celestial opportunity!
Those gods and demons who died in battle were the strong cultivators of an era. Some of them laughed till the end, but most of them turned into a pile of bones.
This catastrophe happened because of Xuandu. Now that Xuandu Guxian had left, the catastrophe had ended. How many people knew the story that happened in the past 50 million years?
Moroshi's body was muscular, and his chest was exposed. He strode out of the Immortals' Viewing Platform and sang loudly, full of emotion and sorrow.
The song said:
Who rang the morning bell and woke up the sleeping immortals?
Who raised the flag and recreated their glory of more than 50 million years?
Who beat the drum and sang, using blood, tears, and bones to beg for the lives of all living beings?
Who composed a song for this, a sad song for the gods and demons who died in battle?
Who used celestial music to sing a melody that could not be sung, ending this legend?
Who sounded the Drum of Dusk, leaving the last memory for the buried legend?
Demon ships flew across the sky, and god cities appeared one after another. The blood of gods and demons dyed the cannon fire and divine light red …
Who picked up the brush and used the blood of the Emperor and the Emperor to paint a poignant and beautiful picture …
The Heavenly Dao was like an umbrella and cage, cutting off the path to Immortal Ascension.
The Gods have perished, the Devils have vanished, and the River of Eternal Light has flowed. You and I are the waves, and the scenes within the waves are the legends we have left behind …
Jiang Nan walked toward the place where the Heavenly Path blended with the song of the majestic Devil God. The opportunity to ascend to the Celestial Realm emerged, and celestial music vibrated in the void, as if it was playing the music for this tragic and desolate song.
Every Emperor of the All-Heavens had won. They had suppressed Every Emperor of Hell. Their Imperial Dao had occupied the Heavenly Dao Treasure, and they had occupied the rightful position of Heaven and Earth. This was the All-Heavens' most glorious moment!
When the opportunity to ascend to the Celestial Realm emerged, their Imperial Dao jumped out of the Heavenly Dao, and resonated with the Celestial World. Countless celestial lights descended from the sky, and necklaces and pearls turned into all kinds of strange phenomena. The celestial lights were like tides and seas, and they surged into the bodies of Every Emperor of the All-Heavens.
Every Emperor of the All-Heavens was undergoing the transformation of the celestial light, and they had no time to care about anything else. Every Emperor of Hell took the opportunity to entrust their Imperial Dao to the Heavenly Dao. However, they found out in despair that the opportunity to ascend to the Celestial Realm had disappeared. They had entrusted their Imperial Dao to the Heavenly Dao, but they were suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, and they could no longer escape.
A Demon Emperor was stunned, and he suddenly burst into tears, and his voice was miserable.
Every Emperor of Hell who had survived, some cried loudly, some were like rotten wood, some were stunned, some were lost, and some left quietly. The Heavenly Dao had completely merged, but the last opportunity to ascend to the Celestial Realm had disappeared forever.
They had waited for countless days and months for this moment, and for this moment, they had used countless plots and schemes, mobilized countless gods and demons of Hell, shed blood, and even many of Every Emperor had lost their lives. But in the end, it was all for naught.
Jiang Nan walked over, and he saw Jiang Xue, The Underworld, Starlight, Tongyou, Jiuxiao, Shenwu, Earthly Sovereign, Jing Tian, You Di, and the rest of the Nine Great Emperors had finally started to ascend, and their Imperial Dao was transformed into the Celestial Dao.
Shaoxu and the others had already left. In this war, Hell was completely defeated. If Every Emperor continued to stay, they would be killed by the Celestials of the All-Heavens, and if they left now, they could still preserve the seed of Hell.
After a long time, this new universe was cleansed by celestial light, cleansing the entire universe, and washing away the scars of the war. This was the blessing of the newly ascended Celestials, and they used their own mana to feed back to the world that nourished them.
The Celestials roamed around, and everywhere they passed, the cracks in the void caused by the war closed up, and the celestial light faded away, calming the scars left behind by the war.
The Underworld went to the Avici Hell, and reforged the already destroyed Avici Hell, calming the earth, water, wind, and fire. The Starlight Emperor went to the Netherworld Sea, and calmed the towering waves there.
Jiang Xue went to the ruins of Zhongtian World, and erected the broken Sacred Mountain of the Desolation, and reforged it to connect the Lower World and the Divine Realm.
The Celestials roamed around this new universe, calming all the chaos caused by the calamity. They even tried to move the umbrella-like Heaven's Dao treasure away, but it was too heavy, and even the Celestials couldn't move it.
The umbrella-shaped Heaven's Dao treasure had already taken its final form, and 99 umbrella ribs propped up the sky. The Heaven's Dao was incomparably heavy, and at this moment, not only the Ultimate Emperors could feel the heaviness of the Heaven's Dao, even the God Emperor and the Demon Emperor could feel the pressure of the Heaven's Dao!
This kind of scene made people despair. From now on, no one would be able to surpass the Heaven's Dao and ascend to immortality!
The Nine Celestials didn't ascend and leave immediately. Instead, they passed down their teachings to the myriad worlds and the myriad worlds of hell, and built holy lands, passing down their immortal arts, and leaving behind a trace of immortal fate in this world.
This ceremony attracted the attention of countless living beings, and the sound of immortal music reverberated. This was the most glorious moment!
Three months later, the Nine Celestials gathered in the Luo Tian, and the Nine Emperors opened altars to pass down their teachings. Every Emperor came to listen, and it caused a deluge of heavenly flowers and golden springs to gush out of the ground. All kinds of strange phenomena occurred, and it was called the Luo Tian Festival.
This round of imparting techniques continued for another three months.
After that, the Nine Celestials reforged the Luo Tian, and strengthened the Luo Tian, building a glorious imperial palace. The Celestials blessed this imperial palace.
Finally, the heavens shook, and the barrier of the Celestial World was opened. From the Celestial World came a loud voice, chanting the Daoist titles of Jiang Xue, The Underworld, and the other Celestials, urging them to ascend to the Celestial World as soon as possible, and not to stay in the Lower Realm.
The Nine Celestials were silent, and it was finally time for them to leave.
Jiang Nan sent them off, and they drank and chatted merrily with the Nine Celestials. The heavens celebrated and congratulated the Nine Celestials.
On the Celestial Seats, the Celestials and Jiang Nan were chatting merrily, and suddenly, Celestial Tong You burst into tears, and he sang a sad song, saying, "We've proven our Dao, but Flame and True Jade won't be able to see this anymore! The Seven Emperors came out of seclusion, and only Five Emperors returned. It hurts, it hurts, I won't be able to see my old friends anymore … "
The Celestials were silent, and Jiang Xue raised her cup and said, "To Dao Friend Yan, Dao Friend True Jade."
The Celestials raised their cups, and their voices shook the heaven and earth. "To Dao Friend Yan, Dao Friend True Jade!"
Jiang Nan raised his cup, and his voice shook the universe as he said, "To the gods, demons, and living beings that died in the calamity for the Celestials, the Myriad Worlds, Hell, the Netherworld Ocean, and all living beings!"
The Celestials raised their cups again, and they toasted in unison. "To the gods, demons, and living beings that died in the calamity for the Celestials, the Myriad Worlds, Hell, the Netherworld Ocean, and all living beings!"
The Celestial World's barrier cracked open again, and a celestial light transformed into a flying bridge that descended. That vast voice traveled over, urging them to move forward.
The Celestials got up, and they bid farewell to Jiang Nan one by one. Celestial Tong You smiled and said, "Cult Master, we don't know when we'll see each other again. From now on, you'll be the only strong practitioner left in the Myriad Worlds, and Every Emperor in Hell is still around. Do you need us to get rid of them and remove the obstacles for you?"
Jiang Nan was speechless, and he couldn't help but laugh. "If I don't have these opponents, what's the fun in ruling this new universe?"
"You're quite creative!"
Celestial Tong You laughed, and he walked into the celestial light, flying toward the crack in the Celestial World.
"Cult Master, we've been staying here for more than half a year. With us here, no one would dare to become a Great Emperor and seize the honor of being the first to become a Great Emperor in the new universe."
Shen Wu walked forward, and he smiled. "Why didn't Cult Master choose to become a Great Emperor at this time?"
Jiang Nan smiled. "I have my own thoughts. If I become a Great Emperor, I want to be the strongest Great Emperor. Now that all of you are here, suppressing the Heavenly Might of Dao, it's not suitable for me to become a Great Emperor."
Celestial Shen Wu laughed, and he patted his shoulder heavily. He also stepped into the celestial light, and he said, "You have the heart to conquer the world, and we won't stay here to delay you!"
The Celestials went forward to bid farewell, and Celestial The Underworld smiled. "Cult Master, you and I have an agreement that I'll block the Heavenly Might for you, but now that we're ascending to Celestial, I'm afraid we won't be able to block the Heavenly Might for you."
"The Heavenly Might is also a form of training for me."
Jiang Nan smiled, and he said, "I'm willing to bear the burden alone, there's no need for you to worry."
Celestial The Underworld walked into the celestial light, and Celestial Starlight walked forward, and he sincerely said, "Providence has reincarnated, please take care of him, Cult Master."
"Don't worry, Dao friend."
The Celestials left one after another, and the Luo Tian gradually became quiet. In the end, only Jiang Xue and Jiang Nan were left. The siblings looked at each other, and after a long time, Jiang Xue smiled, and the charm of that smile made the celestial light falling from the Celestial World pale in comparison.
She had an outstanding charm, and she was a fairy that was stranded in the mortal world. She was preparing to leave and ascend again.
"Zi Chuan …"
She opened her mouth, and it seemed like she had a lot of words to say, but she didn't say them in the end. She turned around and floated toward the celestial light.
Jiang Nan looked at her back in a daze, and he suddenly said, "Sister, Celestials are immortal, and time can't take away any time. In this long period of time, will you be lonely moving forward alone?"
Jiang Xue's delicate body trembled, and she stood still in the celestial light. Her shoulders were trembling, but they gradually calmed down. She looked back and smiled, and the heavens and the Celestial World lost their colors.
"I will be lonely, will you come and accompany me?" Her eyes flowed with a strange emotion as she smiled.
"I will!"
Jiang Nan said loudly, "Will you wait for me?"
The woman in the celestial light was peerless, and her heart was filled with boundless joy. "I will wait for you!"
She turned into a celestial and left. That love was like silk, and that love was like a painting. Their love for each other turned into a cocoon, and the scene was fixed at this moment, staying in the hearts of the two.
After a long time, the crack in the Celestial World's barrier closed. Jiang Nan sat down in the throne room of the Luo Tian Imperial Palace alone. Everywhere his eyes passed, there were colorful heavens, worlds, hell, and the Netherworld Sea. The magnificent mountains and rivers were under his feet.
In a trance, he seemed to hear the singing of gods and demons.
Who rang the morning bell to wake up the sleeping Celestial Gods?
Who raised the flag and reappeared their glory of more than 50 million years?
Who beat the drum and sang, using blood, tears, and bones to plead for the lives of all living beings?
Who composed a song for this, a sad song for the gods and demons who died in battle?
Who used celestial music to sing a melody that could hardly be sung, marking the end of this legend?
And who beat the Drum of Dusk, leaving behind the last memory of the buried legend?
Demon warships flew across the sky, and god cities emerged one after another. The blood of gods and demons dyed the cannon fire and divine light red …
Who picked up the brush and used the blood of the emperors and emperors to paint poignant and beautiful scenes …
The Heavenly Dao was like an umbrella and a cage, cutting off the path to immortality.
The gods were gone, and the demons were gone. The long river of time flowed, and you and I were the waves. The scenes in the waves were the legends we left behind …
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