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Chapter 1011 - Chapter 1011 Chapter 633 Footprints on the Ancient Path

Chapter 1011: Chapter 633: Footprints on the Ancient Path, Emperor Cang in the Heavenly Court Chapter 1011: Chapter 633: Footprints on the Ancient Path, Emperor Cang in the Heavenly Court On the bluestone was bloodstained, already dried up, leaving only a faint trace of blood, not knowing when it had fallen here, nor how long it had been stained.

But even with just a faint trace of blood remaining, it was unimaginable.

A halo diffused within the bloodstain, glowing with a dazzling light that was brilliant to the point of being blinding. From afar, it resembled a Golden Crow burning fiercely, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

In the distance, threads of Emperor Radiance flowed from within the golden halo, like Jadescent Nectar, yet also resembling tumultuous waves.

That was Imperial Blood.

The blood of a Quasi-Emperor.

In other words,

on this ancient road, there had been a being of Quasi-Emperor level who had bled, failed, and sustained injuries, ultimately perishing.

Otherwise, this blood would not exist; it would have disappeared the moment the Emperor departed.

Apart from heaven and earth, nothing else could bear the mark of such a being.

They traverse the ages, beyond comprehension, their traces everywhere, yet also nowhere.

Imperial Blood, unimaginable, a single drop capable of leveling a domain. And now, it could be carried by the bluestone of this ancient road.

It goes without saying that this bluestone must also be an extremely extraordinary object.

Jiang Hui felt a stirring desire, pondering whether he should carry a few pieces away with him.

When the time came, he could repave another road with the dike’s soil. After all, to others, whether it was the blue brick or the dike’s earth, it was all exceptionally hard, not even leaving a footprint.

However, he eventually dismissed this idea.

It was more trouble than it was worth.

These ancient bricks were just a bit harder, nothing more, and pragmatically speaking, they weren’t much help to him.

Although Liu Village’s principle had always been to pluck a feather from each passing goose, there was no need to dismantle this ancient road over a few broken bricks.

It’s not as if Tu Wa Zi, Gu Chen, and others are going to wield a brick as a weapon, right?!

Besides, there was another most important reason.

He was not sure whether this ancient road was related to the Three Dark Emperors hidden at the end of the dike, and whether dismantling it would startle them.

…

The scattered bloodstains on the bluestone became more eye-catching.

“Sigh…”

Suddenly, a blue flame like the Aurora soared into the sky from within the dried bloodstains, without any warning and very abruptly.

“…”

Jiang Hui opened his mouth but did not seem too surprised, as if he had anticipated this scene, his fingers which had been resting behind him twitched and then relaxed.

In an instant,

the flame, originally no bigger than a thumb, spread into a raging fire.

The flames engulfed everything, blooming like a lotus, radiantly hot, scorching the heart and lungs, and even the hard blue bricks, comparable to Immortal Gold, were easily eroded away.

But as hot as the fire was, for Jiang Hui, it was still something he could extinguish with a wave of his hand.

However, he didn’t make a move, just watching the surging curtain of fire calmly.

Within it, was a tiny figure.

Wearing a crown, draped in a purple-gold sacred robe, holy and immaculate, with light upon him.

The other party sat cross-legged in the middle of the flames, eyes tightly closed, but his eyebrows lifted high, gazing into the distance with a melancholic expression, as if bearing the weight of all living beings.

When he crossed this piece of the ancient road, the tiny figure spoke up to remind Jiang Hui about the three Emperors eternally lost in darkness, cautioning him to be mindful if he truly stepped into that place.

In the past, it was due to ignorance that he was caught off guard, his body eroded away, leaving only a wisp of remnant thought constantly degenerating here.

But a remnant thought is after all just a remnant thought.

Eventually, even the last bit of self-consciousness will completely dissipate.

Although he could not discern Jiang Hui’s specific realm, he knew well that no weakling could have reached this ancient road; even if not an Emperor, one must surpass all the Kings of this world.

The weak, have no right to set foot on this road.

“Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist. I will be cautious,”

Watching the flames, Jiang Hui paused for a moment before slowly speaking.

As his voice fell,

the previously surging flames rapidly shrank to a visible speed.

Soon,

the lotus fire that spread across the blue stone road once again became the size of a thumb and finally returned to calm.

Around him, the mist swallowed the light, obscuring sight, but that dried bloodstain became even more eye-catching, as if gilded.

Jiang Hui’s gaze fell slightly, retracting it as he continued to walk deeper.

The ancient road was long, with layers of blue bricks spreading far out, converging countless realms here, unfathomable.

Shortly after he left,

a tall and handsome man suddenly appeared above that patch of bloodstain.

The man’s gaze was ancient, embodying endless years, looking in the direction where Jiang Hui had left without a word, only slightly bending forward, cupping one hand in the other before his chest in salute, after the latter’s figure had completely vanished from sight.

The winds of time blew from the river of years, making his ancient robe flutter.

The man’s figure gradually faded away.

Raindrops started to fall from the sky above the ancient road. Jiang Hui’s steps paused slightly, and he turned around, looking towards the man’s fading figure, he sighed.

The years are eternal, spanning past, present, and future.

In the long cycle of change, Kings are as grains of sand, but Emperors remain as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, with perhaps only one born every few eras.

And the owner of that bloodstain was indeed a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

To be precise, an old acquaintance.

The Footprint Emperor who had left behind a faint line of footprints on the dike.

The other party had left his own footprints on the dike, a guide for those who followed, but that was not the final destination of Footprint Brother.

In search of the ultimate cause of the turmoil, he too had reached the deepest part of the dark Heavenly Court.