abnabooks Chapter 2902 Breaking Through the Laws of Heaven and Earth
Chapter 2902 Breaking Through the Laws of Heaven and Earth
Chapter 2902 Breaking Through the Laws of Heaven and Earth
Before breaking through the illusion to enter reality, General Hong turned to him and told him that Hu Yi was chosen by Da Fanghu and Zhong Shengguang to travel between the two worlds, and that he also had an identity in the real world.
Xu Shichu was somewhat surprised, but not entirely astonished. A genius is a genius; no matter the world, his brilliance cannot be concealed.
"He is the ruler of a nation!" Ling Jinbao said solemnly, his back straightening unconsciously. "Our Emperor is the Nine Nether Emperor, who single-handedly unified the Golden Light Plain and created the Cangyan Empire. He, along with the Demon Emperor Bega and the Emperor Wuhuan of the Mu Kingdom, are known as the Three Great Emperors."
He pondered to himself that although these people had all passed away two hundred years ago, they spoke of the Emperor so fluently and naturally, as if they were old friends.
Xu Shichu finally let out a shocked "Oh," and couldn't help but ask, "The entire Gold Plains?"
Is Tiger Wing really that awesome in real life?
"Yes, the entire Gold Plains!"
Xu Shichu was certainly familiar with the Gold-Shining Plains. Zhong Shengguang had once sent He Lingchuan there to retrieve the Bright Lamp to awaken the Black Dragon's soul. The Gold-Shining Plains was a chaotic place where fighting and infighting had raged for nearly a thousand years. Compared to ordinary people, he knew an extra layer of inside information: the Gold-Shining Plains was a major warehouse for the Heavenly Demons to steal faith and absorb Nightmare Energy.
The Heavenly Demons will not easily relinquish control of the Gold Plains. Tiger Wings' ability to unify the entire plains and establish an empire unprecedented in a thousand years is not solely due to repeated wars.
They already faced such difficulties managing the Panlong Wasteland and the Maohe Plain, let alone the Shanjin Plain, which was many times larger than Panlong! Zhong Shengguang often praised He Lingchuan as a man of great talent, and he was right about him.
Ling Jinbao then asked, "May I ask who you are?"
"I am Xu Shichu, the dean of Shumin Academy, and I am temporarily in charge of Panlong's document management."
"So it's Dean Xu!" Ling Jinbao bowed. "Thank you for your help, otherwise the Earth Mother Plain and the Great Square Pot would have been in grave danger!"
Xu Shichu waved his hand: "No matter which time or space, protecting Panlong City is our duty. Moreover, Jiuyou helped us return to reality, and we should do our best to repay this debt of gratitude."
Ling Jinbao brought up the old question again: "If I may ask, what is the relationship between our Emperor and General Hong?"
"They are all generals who protect the country from the dragon, and they are also sworn brothers."
Ling Jinbao's face darkened: "The Emperor perished in the Panlong World. Does Dean Xu know if he has any subsequent arrangements for reality or for this plain?"
Xu Shichu smiled and said, "I dare not answer these questions for you. You'd better ask him yourself."
"What? Asking the Emperor?" Ling Jinbao was momentarily stunned. Bao Chihai, who was beside him, was overjoyed and floated over to ask, "What does the Dean mean by this? Could it be that our Emperor... is still alive?"
They just witnessed the Emperor's passing.
Is this even possible?
However, the two thought again and realized that even these heroic spirits who had died two hundred years ago could return to the mortal world, so why couldn't the Emperor be resurrected?
After all, they were completely unaware of what had actually happened in the Panlong World.
Both of them looked cautious, wanting to ask but not daring to. Their hope was too beautiful and too fragile; they couldn't bear a negative answer.
Upon hearing this, General Hong smiled slightly, turned his horse around, and headed towards the south gate.
"Come with me."
Since she was willing to speak, Immortal Mingke and the others immediately followed behind her, retracing their steps across the Natural Bridge and returning to Panlong City. The Great Wind Army stood in rows on both sides of the road, their demeanor imposing and their presence aloof.
Seeing their calm and cold eyes, Ling Jinbao knew that these were warriors who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, even more valiant than Cang Yan's army.
Their bravery in the battle against the Heavenly Demon just now truly lives up to the illustrious reputation of this army in history.
As the group entered the south gate, they saw a network of interconnected networks and flowing springs in the square—when the Heavenly Demons attacked Panlong Ancient City, many of their supernatural powers crashed onto the square, damaging many of the landscape features.
But now, the entire Panlong Ancient City has been restored to its original appearance. Water lilies are even blooming in the waterfront square, and fish swim under the floating leaves, creating a leisurely and carefree atmosphere.
The southern part of the city is shaded by green trees, and the jujube tree closest to the city gate is covered with small white flowers. When the wind blows, the fragrance is refreshing.
However, the most eye-catching tree was a towering Julu tree, reaching into the clouds, almost more majestic than the pagoda.
When Mingke Xianren and Ling Jinbao's gazes swept across the street, they were immediately stunned.
When Mother Earth restored the old city to its original state, she also restored the southern district. Although the buildings were meticulously constructed, they lacked any sense of life.
There's no one here, so of course there's no popularity.
But now the streets are full of people, all with bright eyes looking at the triumphant army.
Ling Jinbao nudged Ming Ke Xianren lightly with his elbow:
"Did you see that? There are civilians too!"
The people on the street weren't just soldiers, but also civilians, men, women, and children. Ling Jinbao even saw a couple holding twins, both of them looking in their direction.
“It seems that the entire army and civilians of Panlong City have…” Immortal Mingke considered his words for a moment, “…have all returned.”
What exactly happened during that earthquake?
He wasn't a true immortal, but he was very clear about one thing:
The dead cannot be brought back to life on a large scale; this is against the laws of nature.
The fact that the spirits of the heroes from Panlong, who lived two hundred years ago, could return to the mortal world, not only to the army but also to the entire city's civilians, is unprecedented in itself.
What exactly did the Emperor do to defy the laws of nature?
Oh, Your Majesty!
Immortal Mingke asked urgently, "Where is the Emperor?"
General Hong raised his gun and pointed it at the pagoda.
Mingke Immortal and the others then discovered that the sky above the entire Panlong Ancient City was clear and sunny, but wisps of red mist were still entering the pagoda from all directions.
General Hong rode his horse to the front of the pagoda before jumping down, striding into the pagoda, and leaving a message outside:
Only three people came in.
Only three people are allowed to enter the tower in Cang Yan's army: Immortal Ming Ke, Ling Jinbao, and Bao Chihai.
Ji Shiyi also wanted to go in and take a look, but two Great Wind Army warriors stepped forward and blocked his way—
He was not allowed to enter.
After bypassing the central pillar of the pagoda, the first thing Mingke Immortal saw was the Earth Mother, and then—
Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds!
"Your Majesty!"
In everyone's memory, the Emperor entered into meditation in the blessed pool outside, and passed away peacefully in the water.
At that time, all three were 100% certain that the Emperor's heart meridian had been severed and his life force had been extinguished.
But now that Panlong Ancient City has reopened, He Lingchuan has appeared in the pagoda, and he is sitting upright with his five hearts facing the sky!
His eyes were closed, and the red mist that drifted in from outside the tower swirled around him, wriggling as if it were alive, frequently entering and exiting his seven orifices.
This scene can be aptly described in four words:
Breathing in the air!
But all three understood that what the Emperor was breathing out was the rarest chaotic primordial energy in the world! Ordinary immortals would have to go to great lengths to comprehend and refine even a trace of chaotic energy!