novelapdf Chapter 43 What happened to the Holy Emperor in his later years?
Chapter 43 What happened to the Holy Emperor in his later years?
Jiang Hao did not linger. He looked up at the hazy ancient palace phantom above the Fusang Ancient Tree, which became clearer due to the revival of the stone pagoda—the Sun God Palace.
With one step, he entered this ancient palace that existed between reality and illusion.
The hall was empty, except for a complex array in the center, outlined with sun god patterns, which was slowly operating and emitting faint spatial fluctuations.
"I hope we've gained something," Jiang Hao murmured.
He wanted to find the whereabouts of the Sun Emperor and see what happened to him in his later years.
Following the method recorded in the Ancient Scripture of the Sun, he raised his hand and unleashed a stream of pure solar holy power, injecting it into the formation.
hum.
The array suddenly lit up, and the patterns on it flowed faster.
A unique coordinate fluctuation emanated from the array, piercing through the endless void and hurtling towards a fixed direction in the universe.
……
On the edge of the universe, on an ancient star that has long since died.
At the mountaintop, an old man dressed in tattered hemp clothing was mechanically using crystals that shimmered with five colors to build an unfinished five-colored altar, piece by piece.
His face was gaunt, his eyes vacant, and he mumbled broken words over and over again:
"Return... return... my soul must return to my homeland... I cannot be buried in a foreign land..."
Suddenly, the special fluctuation emanating from Ziwei Tanggu crossed the boundless starry sky and precisely entered the old man's brow.
The old man's stacking motion suddenly stopped.
In the empty eyes, a faint but tenacious glimmer of light struggled to break free from the chaos and slowly began to shine.
He raised his head, gazing in the direction of the ancient Ziwei star, his chapped lips moving slightly.
"This is... the coordinates of my hometown... Yutani..."
A sliver of clarity returns.
He looked down at the crystal in his hand, then at the lifeless stars beneath his feet. The obsession that had lasted for countless millennia was now crystal clear.
"go home……"
He uttered two hoarse words and ignored the altar. His intact hand plunged into the mountainside beneath his feet, unleashing a terrifying force that shook the entire ancient star.
Deep within the earth, he extracted a stone coffin enveloped in chaotic energy and engraved with the patterns of the sun god.
The ancient stone coffin exudes a faint divine power of the sun and an aura of immortal divinity.
The old man in hemp clothing lifted the stone coffin with one hand, took a step, and his figure instantly disappeared into the void, vanishing from this cold, dead star.
Only his deeply ingrained words seemed to still faintly echo in the starry sky:
"Returning to one's homeland... one cannot be buried in a foreign land..."
……
Yu Valley, beneath the ancient Fusang tree.
Jiang Hao stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly. Suddenly, he felt something and looked up at the starry sky.
A blazing golden light, as bright as a shooting star, came from the depths of the universe at incredible speed. It carried with it immense solar power and a profound sense of sorrow, and shot straight toward Ziwei, toward the North Sea, and toward Tanggu!
Golden light landed, revealing a form.
It was the old man in hemp clothing who stood on the land of Tang Valley, holding the mysterious stone coffin in one hand.
The moment he stepped into Tang Valley, a strange phenomenon occurred!
The ancient golden tree, the Fusang Immortal Medicine that had stood silently all along, trembled violently at this moment. Its lush branches rustled and scattered endless solar radiance, gently enveloping the old man.
The entire island seemed to be glowing faintly, exuding an indescribable mix of joy and sorrow, as if a wanderer had finally returned home.
The old man in hemp clothing trembled slightly. He looked down at the ground beneath his feet, then looked up at the familiar ancient hibiscus tree, his empty eyes surging with intense emotions.
He opened his mouth, his voice dry and confused:
"Throughout the ages... have I... finally returned to my homeland?"
"But...who am I?"
He fell into a state of bewildered self-questioning, and the glimmer of inspiration that had just been rekindled seemed about to be drowned out by the chaos once again.
Jiang Hao watched this scene and sighed inwardly.
He stepped forward and said slowly, "The divine will of the Sun Emperor..."
The so-called divine thoughts are formed from the evil thoughts and remnants of ancient emperors and celestial beings after their deaths, combined with the foul air of heaven and earth. They are often powerful and malevolent.
But the person before me seemed to have only this one obsession with returning home, without any monstrous evil intentions, which made him appear rather tragic.
Jiang Hao's expression turned solemn, and a majestic imperial aura naturally emanated from him. His voice was clear and reverent:
"Junior Jiang Hao, today I am honored to receive the blessings of the Holy Emperor and pay my respects to Senior Sun Holy Emperor!"
He held both emperors in high esteem.
The two human emperors did everything they could for the human race.
The two emperors deserve a great deal of credit for the human race's current status.
Not to mention that the Taiyin and Taiyang Scriptures played a significant role in Jiang Hao's cultivation.
This sound was like the tolling of an imperial bell, carrying the power to soothe chaos and awaken the true spirit.
The old man in hemp clothing trembled violently and suddenly looked up!
The glint of light in his eyes suddenly intensified, as if two miniature suns were burning in his pupils!
His withered body straightened slightly, and an ancient, once-dominant imperial majesty burst forth uncontrollably from his lingering resentment.
"Throughout the nine heavens and ten earths... I alone reign supreme!"
"Sweeping across three thousand realms...reversing the cycle of reincarnation!"
His voice was no longer dry; it had become majestic and powerful, resonating through the void.
"I am—the Holy Emperor of the Sun!"
The terrifying aura of imperial power was about to spread uncontrollably when Jiang Hao raised his hand at the right moment, and the invisible Chaos Emperor Law spread out.
The valley was completely isolated from the outside world, and all movements were sealed inside, so as not to disturb the Ziwei cultivators who were eagerly waiting outside.
After the divine thought erupted, his aura quickly subsided, and the intense light in his eyes gradually calmed down, revealing a more clear-headed and world-weary look.
He looked at Jiang Hao, cupped his hands and bowed, his tone sincere: "The future human emperor... thank you for guiding the remains of the Holy Emperor back to his homeland."
Jiang Hao shook his head and turned away to refuse the full bow.
"You flatter me, Holy Emperor. I am also a junior member of the human race. How could I sit idly by and watch our ancestors be buried in foreign lands, their souls adrift? I merely happened to be there and did my part."
He paused, his tone calm.
"In the past, my cultivation level was low, and I could not find the Valley of Hot Springs. Now that I have attained enlightenment, it is done casually. Senior, you need not worry about it."
The old man in hemp robes, or rather, the divine thought of the Sun Emperor, revealed a bitter smile upon hearing this:
"I... am not the Sun Emperor. I am merely a remnant of his lingering resentment after his fall, carrying his obsession with returning home... I am far inferior to the original Sun Emperor."
The ancient Fusang tree seemed to sense his sorrow, and lowered strands of golden divine light, like gentle hands, to cleanse his soul. The lingering yin and filth quietly faded away.
Jiang Hao's respect deepened, and he asked the crucial question:
"Your Majesty, if I may be so bold as to ask, what misfortunes did you encounter in your later years? And how did they come to this?"
The deity remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly, filled with endless melancholy:
"What I know... is not complete. I only remember that in his later years, the Second Holy Emperor was in decline, and his great path was about to end. He was unwilling to end his life like this, so he made many arrangements in Tang Valley and buried himself in this ancient divine coffin. He wanted to use the immortal divinity in the coffin to be reborn in the face of death and live out his next life."
"If successful, the imperial path will be restored and the dynasty will reach its peak once again; if it fails... then dust will return to dust, and ashes will return to ashes. He will be buried in his homeland, Tang Valley, and that will be a satisfactory conclusion."