The world is always forgetful.

It was like two hundred years ago, in just a few years of riots, they had forgotten about the imperial family. It was just like the cold winter of March, which almost made them forget the feeling of spring. Only when they embraced the spring light again did they have the illusion that they had not seen each other for a long time, and they loved the recipe fish that brought them this spring light so much.

This love and support quickly surged to an unimaginable level under the intentional or unintentional incitement of others.

After the news of Fang Ziyu ascending to the throne spread, no one realized how absurd it would be to become an emperor in the future. Of course, no one would think that Fang Ziyu had usurped the country of Chen in a sense.

But in short, this matter was settled just like that. The unified dynasty had arrived so quickly that people were caught off guard.

The country's name was Ning, and the emperor's title was Chengtian

Although there were still some people stubbornly sticking to the old system, in front of the 100,000 elite cavalry in Empress Chengtian's hands, these scattered remnants could not cause any big waves. After all, the entire world relied on the food in Empress Chengtian's hands to feed itself. Some people wanted to go against the general trend, but most people still wanted to live well.

Hence, Empress Chengtian's ascension to the throne could be considered a matter of public expectation. On the day of ascending to the throne, the world's dragon qi surged even more violently towards Changle Palace. Under the watchful gazes of the officials and tens of thousands of civilians, Fang Ziyu ascended to the Immortal Realm, which strengthened the world's belief that Fang Ziyu was someone who had been destined to return to the heavens.

The world is always forgetful, Like everything they'd forgotten before, The people who were immersed in the beautiful dream of the Empress Chengtian leading the people to the prosperous world naturally would not think about it. Why did the hundred thousand troops arrive at the antler plains to avoid the natural calamity that almost overthrew the entire human civilization? Of course, they had inadvertently forgotten that there was still a peerless immortal living on Ya Qi Mountain in the antler plains.

Most of the time, the things that were often forgotten were the most important things.

..

Ya Qishan was no longer what he used to be. His waist, which was a thousand feet tall, seemed to have been dyed with ink. His entire body was pitch black. The trees that were once everywhere on the mountainside had long since withered and died.

On the summit of the mountain, the depths of the Lunar Temple were pitch-black. Ordinary people could not see the scene clearly, and they only felt that it was like a ghost, gloomy and terrifying.

But in the depths of the palace gate, a youth whose limbs were trapped by huge chains was trembling crazily. The light in his eyes was sometimes clear and sometimes pitch black. It was as if at this moment, there were two wills fighting in his body, fighting over the ownership of this body.

In front of him, several figures were looking at him with an incomparably cold gaze.

Of course, apart from Chen Xuanji, who had white hair, he frowned. Looking at Xu Han, who was in pain, he seemed to want to say something, but due to some misgivings, he didn't dare to say anything. However, as time passed, the expression on Xu Han's face became even more ferocious, and the aura around him became even more chaotic and violent.

Chen Xuanji no longer seemed to be able to suppress the doubts and worries in his heart. He looked at Munch, who was calm and like a ghost, and whispered, "This is different from what you said."

Although his voice was extremely low, it was clearly impossible to hide it from the ears of everyone present. Therefore, the moment he said this, everyone present turned their gazes towards Chen Xuanji at the same time.

"Why is it different?" Munch turned to look at Chen Xuanji. Whether it was his tone or the gaze in his eyes, they were all so calm. It was as if the person standing in front of Chen Xuanji was not a living person, but a puppet with an empty Munch skin bag.

The pupils in the depths of Chen Xuanji's eyes dilated a little, but it was not only because of Munch's light response, but also because he suddenly felt his body freeze at that moment. Something he couldn't see bound his body, making him unable to move.

Then he felt something, just circling around his ankle and rushing into his body. He lowered his head to look, but the scene that entered his destination caused the expression of this man, who was already an immortal, to change drastically. The pitch-black ground beneath his feet began to ripple like the surface of a lake. Layers after layers of ripples spread out. At first, the ripples were as small as ripples, but very quickly, the ripples became intense. The black ground turned into a black viscous liquid that constantly surged.

The thing that climbed up his ankle was one of those black liquids, like a snake, or a strange tentacle that could only appear in the storyteller's absurd story. It was a tentacle that imprisoned him, and at the same time, it quickly rushed up his body to the top of his head. When the head of that thing crossed his shoulder, it stopped for a few breaths. It was like a venomous snake staring at his prey. Chen Xuanji's forehead, which could not move, was covered in thick sweat. A tremor from his soul spread throughout his entire body.

Then, the viper's body trembled violently and ran into Chen Xuanji's mouth at an astonishing speed.

Chen Xuanji let out a painful howl, but the sound quickly stopped.

It wasn't a very long process, but because it was too weird or infiltrating, the process was extremely difficult for the parties or bystanders.

When all of this returned to calm and the black thing finally fused into Chen Xuanji's body, the white-haired emperor's entire body collapsed to the ground. Panting heavily, he slowly and painstakingly stood up. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had already turned into something as cold and deathly silent as Monk's.

"Sigh." At this time, Shen Wushuang sighed and muttered to himself with some frustration, "I was thinking of welcoming the arrival of my Lord, but I forgot that there is another person who fishes in troubled waters."

Chen Xuanji, who seemed to still have the heart to resist, did not reveal the slightest bit of anger after hearing this. He lowered his head respectfully and slowly retreated to the side.

Yuan Xiucheng, who was standing at the side, only gave Chen Xuanji a faint glance when he saw this scene. Then, he stepped forward and looked at Xu Han, who was being corroded by the black aura. With a somewhat complicated expression, he said, "He's coming soon."

"Huh?" Shen Wushuang was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. At that moment, he turned around and looked at the youth who was suspended in midair, who was imprisoned by the iron chains.

Almost at this moment, Xu Han's body trembled and suddenly became violent. It was the chain that had locked him, but under such trembling, it made a sound. The sound was like raindrops that continuously rang out. From the beginning, it was indiscernible for several breaths before it could be heard endlessly. At the same time, the aura around Xu Han also turned violent, as if a demon that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years was finally about to wake up from his slumber.

And that Abyss Devil was the god Shen Wushuang had been waiting for.

At that moment, the ground that had just calmed down seemed to have sensed something. It began to surge crazily. The surge was more intense than before. It was like boiling water or lava that was about to erupt. Of course, the only difference between the two was that the black thing didn't have the slightest bit of temperature. It was ice-cold to the bone.

However, all of this did not affect the churning of the black things. He took a deep breath, as if they had sensed the arrival of something and were welcoming this grand occasion in his own way.

Clang!

At this moment, a loud explosion sounded, and the iron chains firmly trapping Xu Han's right arm snapped apart. Then, three similar explosions erupted, and the other three chains also broke apart. Xu Han's body, which was suspended in midair, immediately descended.

But he didn't land in a sorry state, However, the moment his body fell, the black matter on the ground immediately surged towards Xu Han. Those fluid-like things transformed into a black throne, steadily lifting Xu Han's falling body. Xu Han sat on the throne as if he was unconscious. He lowered his head and lowered his hands.

In that instant, the black world fell into a deathly silence. Even Shen Wushuang stared at the youth who was sleeping on the throne with a serious gaze, not daring to make a single sound.

This silence did not last long.

The black matter on the ground surged again, They leapt up in confusion, Flooding into the throne beneath Xu Han, As these things poured in, strange things extended out from beneath the throne. The black things gathered continuously and finally turned into a pitch black disk after a hundred breaths of time. It held the throne high and the throne held its divinity high.

Hu.

A long and deep breathing sound sounded from Xu Han's mouth the moment the disk formed.

The soft, meaningless whisper fell into Shen Wushuang and Yuan Xiu's ears like an oracle that contained the secrets of heaven. The expressions between their brows changed drastically, and their fanatical expressions surged to the top of their brows. They raised their heads to look at the figure on the throne with incomparable excitement.

As if in response to the devotion of the believers, Xu Han's breathing gradually became clearer on the throne, and his head slowly rose.

In the depths of the world, there seemed to be a faint shout, as if it was a joyous cry, as if it was a mournful cry. However, regardless of whether it was the former or the latter, the will of the world, or the will of the Myriad Domains in the starry sky, they were still unable to prevent certain things from happening.

Xu Han raised his head and opened his tightly closed eyes. The pitch-black sockets of his eyes seemed like a deep void that could devour everything in the world.

His gaze swept across everyone. When it landed on Shen Wushuang and Yuan Xiucheng, their bodies trembled and they knelt down almost at the same time. He shouted, "Congratulations to my Lord for breaking through the seal and returning to the Myriad Domains of the Universe!"

Xu Han withdrew his gaze and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. It was as if he had also exhaled the resentment of being imprisoned for hundreds of thousands of years.

Then his expression calmed down. He reached out and touched his chest. His gaze was solemn and deep as he said, "He is still alive."

This was clearly different from what Shen Wushuang had imagined, but he still replied, "My Lord, what can he do if he is alive? Can a spirit without a soul threaten you?"

Xu Han glanced at Shen Wushuang and didn't comment on what he said. Instead, after a few breaths of silence, he said again, "A person who can destroy Ghost Valley's schemes should never be underestimated."

"However, worrying about the heavens is not the right path."

"Gui Guzi's gaze is still fixed on this world. Before they arrive, we have to do something to prepare a big gift for this group of old friends."

Shen Wushuang and Yuan Xiucheng naturally did not have the slightest intention of disobeying Xu Han's words. They hurriedly and respectfully asked, "What does my lord mean?"

Xu Han stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly in mid-air. Then, he narrowed his eyes, and a cold and gloomy light flickered in the narrow and long gaps in his eyes.

He stared at the empty darkness in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Give them a world of obedience to God."

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