In the Purple Cloud Palace, the big silver eye manifested by the Way of Heaven had completely faded away. Only Hong Jun was left sitting cross-legged in the air with a pale face. His eyes were fixed on the blood-red ball of light in his palm, as if relieved of a burden.
"The Nine-Headed Clan?"
Below, the seven Sages were confused. They had never heard of this name since ancient times. Who was the Human Emperor Nine-Headed Clan? Was it related to the Human Race?
The Sages muttered to themselves, looking in Hongjun's direction with eyes full of questions.
"Teacher, what kind of person is this Nine-Headed Clan? Why did you personally resurrect him from the past?"
Daoist Heavenspan, with four swords on his back, looked up at Hongjun and asked.
The other Sages did the same. Although they did not ask, the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.
"The Nine-Headed Clan?" Hongjun nodded. "He's an old friend of mine!"
"It's just that his Dao is different."
Hongjun's old friend?
The Sages were stunned. Someone who could be called an old friend by Dao Ancestor Hongjun naturally had an extraordinary background, but why had they never heard of him?
Moreover, the Nine-Headed Clan's aura was not that shocking. He was only at the peak of the Sage-to-be Realm. How could he be worthy of Hongjun's old friend?
However, this question lingered in their minds for a moment before disappearing. They guessed that the Nine-Headed Clan was probably an existence from the Archean Era, an era before Hongjun became a Dao Ancestor.
There were few records about that era, and there were few legends about it. Naturally, the Sages did not know about it.
Hongjun stood there looking at his disciples, shaking his head in his heart. Then, he raised his hand and gently pointed. Suddenly, seven rays of light entered the minds of the seven Sages.
Suddenly, a message appeared in the souls of the seven Sages.
… …
After a while, the seven Sages raised their heads with strange expressions. They looked at the blood-red ball of light in Hongjun's palm with inexplicable expressions.
"It's the legendary Tai Emperor?"
The Tai Emperor was a terrifying existence in the Archean Era.
Legend said that he was born in Xingma Xian Mountain, nurtured by heaven and earth. He was born with nine heads, each head different. Just like the great god Pangu, he had the Nine Transformations True Body.
The Xingma Immortal Mountain was born in the easternmost reaches of the Yore-Wilds, and it was there that the Titan Emperor rose to prominence. Step by step, he became one of the most powerful experts of his time.
Now, the Archean Era had been destroyed, and much of its history had been annihilated in the long river of time. Even Laozi and other Sages could not peek into the past under the restraint of the Heavenly Dao.
During that era, the heavens and earth had just been created. Innate gods were born, and every single one of them was unparalleled in the world. At that time, there were no races, only solitary individuals. Every individual was innately divine and incomparably powerful. It was said that in that era, the center of heaven and earth was not Mount Buzhou, but somewhere in the present Western Region. There once stood a towering Jianghu Tree that connected heaven and earth, supporting the whole world like a backbone.
In that era, there were no boundaries between heaven and earth. There was no heavenly realm, no underworld, only a perfectly round continent.
That was an era filled with legends. Dao Ancestor Hongjun was born here, and he also rose to power here.
As for the Titan Emperor, he was one of the legends of that era.
The information Hongjun gave the seven Sages didn't go into too much detail about the Titan Emperor. All it did was give a brief description of his origins and past. That said, the amount of information it contained was shocking.
"Teacher, is what's written on it true?"
"It is," Hongjun said with a nod.
The seven Sages were even more shocked.
The Titan Emperor was one of the most powerful myths of the Archean Era, born with nine transformations. He ruled over the many heavens, and was known as the most powerful Heavenly Emperor. In order to prove his Dao through power, he attempted to break free from the Yore-Wilds and the Heavenly Dao.
And then ….
The Titan Emperor single-handedly severed the Jianghu Tree, causing heaven and earth to crumble and the Heavenly Dao to manifest.
In the end, he was no match for the Heavenly Dao, and perished on the banks of the Yellow River. His blood flowed down the river and into the Yore-Wilds, giving birth to countless lives. Among them, humans were one of the fairies born from his blood.
There wasn't much information, but the simple description was enough to shock even the Sages.
"So that's how it is. Is that why the Titan Emperor is called the Human Emperor, the Nine-Headed Jianghu?"
Goddess Earth Mother nodded.
Her heart was filled with love, and all the creatures of the Yore-Wilds were the same in her eyes. Therefore, she knew a lot about the human race.
The Yore-Wilds had a large population, but because they had only been born for a short period of time, they had very few experts. Because of that, they had always been at the bottom of the food chain.
She had once traveled the human race as a mortal, and remembered one of their customs very clearly. Whenever there was a festival, the humans would offer sacrifices to their ancestors, saying, "High Heaven Mother of Earth …."
She had once asked the ancestors of the human race what that meant, and they had said, "High Heaven Mother of Earth refers to the ancestors and gods. It is a tradition to worship the ancestors above and the gods below."
"So the legendary Titan Emperor is the High Heaven Mother of Earth, and represents the ancestors of the human race?"
The Human Emperor, the Nine-Headed Jianghu, was the most ancient emperor, the most powerful emperor, and the most powerful emperor. And now, Hongjun was going all out to bring him back to life, even at the cost of mutual destruction.
It was too difficult to revive such an existence under the eyes of the Heavenly Dao. If the huge amount of merit had not backfired on the Heavenly Dao and damaged its origin, Hongjun would not have been able to do anything about it.
"Teacher, is your purpose of reviving him to succeed in proving the Dao through strength?"
"Yes!" Hongjun nodded. "Today, the Dao is severely injured, and the restraints are loose. Even without my help, he can succeed!"
As he spoke, he gently raised his hand and squeezed the blood-red light ball. Immediately, a blood-red energy storm exploded, and a terrifying blood-red vortex appeared in the Purple Cloud Palace.
After a long time, the vortex slowly dissipated, and a tall middle-aged man stood in front of Hongjun.
It was a tall and imposing man. Just by looking at him, one could feel a sense of supreme nobility.
It was a kind of true nobility that pointed to one's soul and originated from one's fate.
He stood there without moving or opening his eyes, but the Seven Saints felt a different kind of oppression. It was like a dragon crouching and a tiger crouching, and it was breathtaking.
One had to know that the Nine-Headed Jianghu was only at the peak of the Sage-to-be, and he had not reached the Saint Realm.
"Wake up!"
Hongjun looked at the middle-aged man and gently waved his hand. Immediately, a gray light scattered from his hand.
It was also at this moment that the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.
"Hongjun?"
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