PFC Chapter 997 The 3rd Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 997 The 3rd Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 997 The Three Emperors
A secluded paradise, where the silver moon hangs high and stars fill the sky.
Outside the courtyard lies a primeval wilderness, where giant beasts open and close their eyes, and divine birds soar through the air, illuminating the night sky and filling the mountains and rivers with a primal atmosphere.
In the courtyard, two Heavenly Emperors stood under a large tree, listening to the rustling of its leaves, which symbolized the vast universe, and watching the points of light sway gently.
"We must separate the Corpse Emperor from that history, otherwise He will soon come into contact with the pollution," Emperor Ye Tian said.
The Desolate Emperor had been standing there silently for a long time: "Are you sure?"
"What should we do then?" Ye Tiandi shrugged.
When their strength reaches a certain level, they can trace back everything with a single glance. However, some historical traces disappear in an instant, vanishing from the past, present, and future, completely erasing their own existence, and then the characteristic of 'living' reappears.
The Desolate Emperor was watching a pivotal era.
Beyond the Boundary Sea, black mist surged, and at the source of a vast amount of dense, impenetrable dark matter, a massive corpse lay silently.
Some dark runes seemed to have been separated and were wandering in the dark storm. If you looked closely, you could see that those runes had merged with the cultivators whose eyes were emitting clean feathers.
Cultivation, memories, soul, past self. Using all vitality to accept dark matter, annihilating time and time again, and then offering life to the darkness and death energy within the runes through willpower.
Ultimately, as if they were 'moved' by this sacrifice, or perhaps the life force given by the enormous and resilient soul made the dark runes too saturated, the cultivators merged with these dark substances and became a new life form with two distinct characteristics.
They seemed to be an integral part of this realm, a component of these ever-evolving dark substances and symbols of the Great Dao.
Meanwhile, the corpse, still breathing in its essence and exhaling the source of darkness, remained unconsciously asleep, unaware that the black and white matter and runes were mimicking the Immortal Emperor's domain that it possessed.
Gradually, new dark matter began to be infected. By using the Immortal Emperor's domain to reverse time and a trace of insignificant yet eternal characteristics, their traces in history became as deep as ink penetrating the wood.
You can't wipe it off; you have to scrape it off.
"Keeping it is fine; who knows, Brother Digu might be able to break through to the Sacrifice Dao realm directly," Ye Fan said casually.
The Desolate Emperor's eyelids twitched. He turned around, his gaze traversing the void to land on a special zone that was invisible and formless, hidden behind all things, the very place where creation itself was born.
If he hadn't seen and known about it beforehand, even someone as powerful as him probably wouldn't have seen anything; those worlds were temporarily hidden from all observable perspectives.
He carefully observed the void, and then, within a projection of shimmering golden light like clouds, gathered countless spheres of radiance, which permeated all time, space, and were connected to infinite existence.
He then looked at the abyss corresponding to his location, a divine realm where the Greek gods of light, day, dreams, death, sleep, fate, pain, aging, and vengeance, along with numerous dark Titans, spread chaos under the guidance of a goddess, forming a veil that blurred cognition.
The two sides are not in the same space-time and have no communication, but they tacitly form an absolute blockade in the void and the abyss respectively, so that no gaze can penetrate any further.
That's an exaggeration!
The Desolate Emperor turned around, pointed to that "mysterious area," and asked, "If we throw Him from the Corpse Emperor era there, he might be able to break through to the Sacrifice Dao, and then we'll have another fellow Daoist."
Emperor Ye: "?"
An invisible wave spread out, deducing to the extreme through the method of non-controlling existence. Just as Emperor Ye was trying to see if the dual Dao Fruits could establish that Huang was inferior to Ye, Emperor Huang, in a moment of laughter, reflected the space-time on the other side of that boundary sea.
"It's a pity, I thought you had been contaminated."
"hehe."
The Desolate Emperor reached out and froze that space-time, but then hesitated, saying, "The most crucial remnant immortal has already been taken away. Now, his original self in history, and his self in different possible timelines, will all converge towards this state. The same applies to other cultivators. But that's easy to handle."
“But if the Corpse Emperor and His past disappear, He and the others in the Immortal Realm will immediately notice me.”
"Furthermore, if the previous situation repeats itself, these cultivators will return again."
As mentioned before.
Since it seems to be something that originated from the same source as a certain Heavenly Emperor, it escaped from the blockade and secretly pulled this trick. The original immortal palace remnants and the rest of those who were converted have disappeared into this ancient history.
Although the remaining potential problems have been lured out by using the corpse of the Immortal Emperor from the final calamity era as bait, the influence on the plateau remains...
"I will take action," Ye Tiandi said.
"Alright." The Desolate Emperor nodded.
In an instant, the endless sea of time evaporated, all worlds shattered, and the Great Dao was destroyed. The intangible influence reshaped the past, while the tangible influence turned into drops of water that merged into nothingness.
Countless possibilities converge into one, and countless ones converge again, in an endless cycle.
boom! boom! boom!
A loud knocking sounded outside the courtyard.
"Open the door! I noticed something was off about you guys a while ago. Why didn't you invite us when there was something fun to do?"
"Strange, why are you influencing my past?"
Within the infinitely iterative bubble formed by all spacetime, a figure emerged from the vast expanse of heaven and earth, carrying a tea canister, curiously observing the two Heavenly Emperors who had stopped in astonishment.
Then, a pale-faced man who looked very much like them led the Immortal Emperors who had come to this place straight into the courtyard from outside.
There are two descendants of the Heavenly Emperor, as well as former comrades and fellow practitioners.
After all, the place of seclusion of Emperor Chu, the immortal land of Emperor Huang, and the Daoist temple of Emperor Ye are very close to each other, forming a triangle outside the world.
At this moment, due to someone's interference, the commotion was leaked, and many relatives and friends living here immediately gathered around. Even the descendants who were traveling in the mortal world noticed the change.
"What are these old guys up to lately?" A handsome young Immortal Emperor squeezed in, arms crossed.
"Old Deng?" Ye Xian asked, puzzled.
"Oh, a recent verbal tic I've picked up." The young Immortal Emperor yawned. "Lately, when I'm comprehending the Great Dao, I always inexplicably gain more inspiration and insights. I suppose it won't be long before I can dominate all the heavens."
The young immortal emperor's voice seemed to be stretched out infinitely.
Its body, like a stretched dough, fell into the countless seas of time.
"Help!"
thump.
The young immortal emperor fell in, only causing a splash before disappearing without a trace.
It wasn't actually hard to find; the primordial light that had returned to the endless past was right behind Emperor Ye. He and Emperor Huang stood in front of everyone, looking at them calmly.
"It's time for the Divine Child to go and gain some experience," said Emperor Ye.
At this moment, the Desolate Emperor's eyelids suddenly twitched. He reached out and slapped the sea of time, and the figure of the Corpse Immortal Emperor was instantly imprisoned and overlapped with the figure of a carefree and unrestrained Immortal Emperor.
"What's the matter?"
"It's nothing. I just have some insights to share with you today, which concern the self and reincarnation. So this state of mind is fine."
The Desolate Heavenly Emperor took the Corpse Immortal Emperor's hand, gently brushed away some white debris from the other's shoulder, and casually plucked out a white hair.
"When did you learn such a skill, brother?" Emperor Chu looked at Emperor Ye with some doubt.
"I've had a sudden realization. Didn't some fellow Daoists from other places come to visit a while ago?" Emperor Ye Tian said with a smile.
"That's why we're curious about what you're doing all this time and space. What's the point of blocking those timelines?"
"this."
Before any explanation could be given, the Bronze Coffin Master and the Chu Heavenly Emperor, who had become interested, tacitly made their move. The spacetime that had just been destroyed, the original universe, and the traces of disappearance were not only reappearing, but becoming even clearer.
A dazzling light flashed by, leaving behind a space-time with a clear white glow, which appeared before everyone's eyes.
"Alright," Ye Tiandi shook his head helplessly and said, "I..."
"Big brother."
In a daze, countless tributaries and afterimages intertwined, and a conversation between a little girl and Ye Fan appeared before everyone's eyes: 'Can I marry my brother when I grow up?'
"elder brother."
A voice that everyone was very familiar with rang out from that space-time.
Immediately afterwards, in that space-time, countless crystal petals danced in the air, each petal reflecting the vast world.
There was a tall, slender figure with unparalleled beauty, as if he had stepped out of a mythical world, like an immortal descending to earth.
Her hair flew in the wind, her clothes billowed, and she removed the ghost mask to reveal a flawless face, without the slightest imperfection: "Are you here to marry me?"
Her expression was calm, her gaze indifferent, but her words carried a hint of curiosity.
Suddenly, the secluded place fell silent, leaving only deathly stillness.
The actions of Emperor Chu and the Lord of the Bronze Coffin also stopped. Everyone knew that Emperor Ye liked to interfere with the causal lines of different timelines, but this kind of timeline...
"I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, Emperor Chu Tian spoke first: "Brother, I was wrong."
"I'll come another day." The master of the bronze coffin turned around and disappeared without hesitation, showing no sign of any distress.
The descendants of Emperor Ye Tian stared wide-eyed as they looked at their 'mother,' 'grandmother,' and 'grandmother,' only to find them also in a daze.
"The Desolate Heavenly Emperor is helping the Heavenly Emperor Ye cover up the truth."
Realizing the truth, some disciples suddenly came to their senses and ran away.
Even worse, some people sever their own memories, erase this period of time, and return to their state before they came here.
"We didn't see anything!"
The more curious they were when they arrived, the more panicked they became when they left. This was probably the biggest event since the establishment of the secluded land. Even the Desolate Emperor was involved and helped cover it up. There might be even bigger secrets behind it.
No, absolutely not!
Ye Yishui was about to leave to save face for the old man, but she was suddenly bound to the spot by a leather belt that emitted a magical light.
"Ugh"
"Come back for dinner soon."
"Brother Ye, my sisters and I are waiting for you."
The matriarchs of the Ye family merely sighed or glanced at Emperor Ye with a mocking look before drifting away.
Over the years, aside from some initial resentment and dissatisfaction, how could they, with so much time on their hands, not realize that once the passion fades, companionship and staying together are the most important things?
Moreover, the Empress is not an outsider; although somewhat surprising, it also feels quite reasonable.
Emperor Ye wanted to explain, but Emperor Huang covered his mouth: "Then what should we do?"
So, what should we do?
After everyone left, the three of them looked at each other in silence. Emperor Ye patted Emperor Kaihuang's hand, pondering the matter.
“I know about your affairs,” the Empress said.
"..." Emperor Ye knew he couldn't hide it from her, the one who had direct contact with the sacrificial path: "Thank you."
The Empress nodded slightly: "You're welcome."
"But you don't have to risk your reputation."
"Or should I become a magical girl?"
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In Ye Tiandi's slightly flustered silence, the Empress stared at him for a moment before leaving again. She wanted to continue her cultivation in that space-time, waiting for the opportunity to reach the next realm.
The girl, who was already an independent being, was led by the hand and disappeared together.
Emperor Ye watched her retreating figure as she left.
“Everyone knows she didn’t reflect her brother, whether it was because she didn’t want to, or because she couldn’t,” Huang said with his hands behind his back. “Or perhaps… she didn’t need to reflect him.”
I don't believe in reincarnation.
"Your mouth is as hard as Klein's."
At their level, whether they have it or not is just a matter of a word.
The two Heavenly Emperors looked towards the distant past.
A little girl, no more than two or three years old, with a blurry figure and two pigtails, helplessly stretched out her little hands, trying to grab something.
"I am not her brother."
Ye Tiandi turned around silently, and a scene he had never seen before appeared before his eyes.
'When I grow up, I will definitely marry my older brother.'
'My dear child, siblings can't marry.'
'But didn't my older brother say that you're not my real older brother?'
He stopped in his tracks.
The Desolate Emperor, who traces back through time, leans on his Desolate Sword and leisurely asks, "Do you really not believe in reincarnation?"
"..." Ye Tiandi laughed in anger, then grabbed the piece of spacetime that was radiating light and kicked it somewhere: "Take care of it yourself!"
Then, he grabbed Ye Yishui, who was bound by a belt and looked bewildered, and hurriedly disappeared into the fairyland.
"The master of the penalty area."
The sacred island of the Wind Clan remains peaceful, with carved beams and painted rafters, gurgling springs, numerous pavilions, piled-up strange rocks, and lush trees—a truly beautiful scene.
It was only inside the venue.
As the world emerged from the bronze fragments, dark mist flowed slowly, and deathly silence was the eternal theme. A figure stood on the Cauldron of the Mother Qi of All Things, and everyone fell silent.
Not only that, but a man with a somewhat familiar face, holding a sword embryo, also appeared on it.
[During the chaotic ancient era, Huang and Ye Fan, the lord of the forbidden zone, conspired to cause the madness of True Immortals and thus buried an era.]
The Emperor desires to forge an immortal cauldron. We are unwilling to destroy it.
Records about the chaotic ancient era and the Primordial Era are fragmentary.
But no matter how I look at it, that figure looks so much like someone present.
The saints were sweating profusely; this was an unparalleled terror, a scene that would chill any saint to the bone.
At this very moment, Ye Fan made a move, while Master Anlan was instantly suppressed and unable to move.
"run!"
It's unclear who uttered the first sentence, but the idea of the holy lands, who had all planned to unleash several imperial artifacts at once, instantly crumbled.
Just as he was about to use his escape technique, a man carrying a sword embryo walked in through the doorway.
"Has dinner been served yet?"
slam-la-
Some cultivators' legs buckled and they instantly knelt on the ground.
(End of this chapter)