Dominating Martial King

Chapter 1808 - 595: The Initial Heavenly Emperor

Back then, when Chu Xisheng heard Divine Chihuo’s gossip, his whole person just went numb.Who could have imagined that over twenty million years ago, the First Generation Heavenly Emperor, revered as the common lord by countless powerful Innate Divine Beings, was actually an "Etu"?

According to Divine Chihuo, back then everyone believed that the true body of the First Generation Heavenly Emperor was a God born in the Primordial era, with terrifyingly immense power.

And the Fall of this First Generation Heavenly Emperor happened precisely after she exposed her identity.

Speaking of which, there were still many parts about the Divine Contract Stele that Chu Xisheng couldn’t figure out, such as the name "Burial Sky" written on those fragments in his hand.

The First Generation Heavenly Emperor had already Fallen twenty‑one million years ago, and the Divine Contract Stele was Shattered in the hands of the Ninth Generation Heavenly Emperor, so why would the name of the Demon God Zangtian, who only achieved Ascension a bit over a million years ago, also be listed upon the Divine Contract Stele?

But this matter could only be asked face‑to‑face when he had the chance to meet Burial Sky in the future.

"The death of the First Generation Heavenly Emperor is truly a pity. As far as I know, though this Heavenly Emperor was female, she was an astoundingly brilliant hero, by no means the kind of charlatan rumored in Ancient tales who bewitched the masses and stole fame."

"Her Deceiving Heaven Technique and Illusion Technique were incredibly profound. She was also the first to discover the turbid qi of Heaven and Earth, the first Heavenly Emperor who wanted to restrain and limit All Gods, to govern the abnormalities of this world. But precisely because of this, it led to her Fall."

Wood Sword Immortal lightly shook his head, his tone filled with regret: "But the one I want to talk about isn’t her, it’s her sworn younger brother—that Lord of Deceit."

Chu Xisheng’s brows instantly furrowed: "Shen Bore?"

He could now say Shen Bore’s name without being sensed by Shen Bore.

"In the era of the First Generation Heavenly Emperor, Shen Bore was not only her right‑hand man, he even inherited her power after her death. It’s said that for these twenty million years, Shen Bore has always been scheming to resurrect the First Generation Heavenly Emperor. Every great calamity that has swept through Heaven and Earth since Chaos, he has been one of the hands behind the scenes."

Wood Sword Immortal looked at Chu Xisheng, his voice carrying a warning: "Xisheng, your recent journey has gone far too smoothly. Several generations of your Human Clan Heavenly Emperors—the Time God Candle Light, Yang God Tai Hao, Bow God Tian Yi, Emperor Xuanhuang—all met with upheaval at their very peak, when they were at their most triumphant, and fell into mortal peril. Behind all of that, there is the shadow of Shen Bore."

"So you must be careful! Guard against arrogance and impetuousness, be exceedingly cautious! As for this Divine Contract Stele and the Two Books of Precepts, Xisheng, you may use them, but you must never rely on them."

Chu Xisheng’s expression grew solemn. He raised his hand and cupped his fist toward Wood Sword Immortal: "Many thanks for the reminder, Sword Immortal."

In truth, he had also sensed that there was a force around him, pushing him forward, helping him.

Chu Xisheng just wasn’t sure whether this person was Zhi Sou, or that mysterious Magician mentioned by Chu Fengge and Divine Turtle Wanderer, or someone else entirely.

But what Wood Sword Immortal said today had given him immense gains.

All this time, he had no idea what that Lord of Deceit was really thinking, doing, or ultimately aiming for.

Now that he knew what goal the other side seemed to be pursuing, he finally had a thread to follow.

Even if this goal of the Lord of Deceit turned out to be fake, it was still better than knowing nothing at all.

What Chu Xisheng did not know was that, while he was talking with Wood Sword Immortal, Consort Zhuang had already completed her resurrection beneath the Creation Divine Tree.

Without any hesitation, she cast the Earth Escape Skill, fleeing toward the southern side of the Creation Divine Tree.

Taking advantage of the fact that the gazes of All Gods were still locked onto Chu Xisheng, and that the many Giant Spirits beneath the Creation Divine Tree, along with those Nu Tribe Alien Races, were still cleaning up the aftermath, she did everything she could to escape outward.

However, just as she reached the outer edge of the tree crown, she gradually realized that something around her was off.

Consort Zhuang had clearly gone all out, holding nothing back as she used her Escape Skill, yet her position still remained at the edge of the Creation Divine Tree’s crown.

What was worse, she seemed to be circling in place, and the diameter of the circle did not exceed ten li.

Yet within Consort Zhuang’s Five Senses Spiritual Consciousness, she had always been moving in a straight line.

"Who is it?"

Consort Zhuang came to an abrupt stop.

She knew that the one who had intervened and confused her senses must be an existence of extremely terrifying strength, one that stood far above her.

So no matter how she tried to flee now, it would be useless.

A chill ran through Consort Zhuang’s entire body.

She was afraid—afraid of the unknown, afraid of Death.

Chu Xisheng’s cleanup just now had been very "thorough."

Of today’s Daluo Ant Clan, only she remained alive.

Consort Zhuang could not help but fear, could not help but tremble.

She was now carrying the hopes of her entire clan on her back.

If anything happened to her now, then the entire Daluo Ant Clan would be completely no more.

And in the very next instant, she heard a soft voice, laced with a smile, gently drift into her ears: "Come out. I won’t kill you."

Consort Zhuang was incomparably uneasy, but she still followed the instruction, using the Earth Escape Skill to rise up through the two‑hundred‑zhang‑deep layer of soil.

She then saw a youth in Human Clan form, standing suspended in the air not far in front of her.

His features were delicately handsome, his figure tall and slender, with a frail scholar’s build; his stance and bearing, however, were unrestrained and elegant, with a temperament like blue sky and white clouds, like lofty mountains and flowing water.

The youth also had a pair of golden vertical pupils that left a deep impression.

He was smiling faintly, his smile tranquil and wise, yet warm to the heart.

Consort Zhuang exchanged just one glance with this youth and, for some inexplicable reason, her mind grew calm.

The unease, panic, raging fury, hatred, and all other emotions that had filled her heart earlier, vanished without a trace.

"I need you to help me with something."

The youth walked through the air, smiling as he strolled to stand before Consort Zhuang, looking down at her: "As a deposit, I can first give you a new identity, a useful body. Are you willing?"