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Chapter 1012 - Chapter 1012 Chapter 633 Footprints on the Ancient Path

Chapter 1012: Chapter 633: Footprints on the Ancient Path, Emperor Cang in the Heavenly Court_2 Chapter 1012: Chapter 633: Footprints on the Ancient Path, Emperor Cang in the Heavenly Court_2 If it were otherwise, it would not be possible to disturb the Three Dark Emperors still in slumber, eventually leading to a fate where one perishes and ceases to exist.

This was a legendary existence but, at the same time, it was also an extremely tragic character.

In the Perfect World, if one were to talk about who met the most tragic end, at least in Jiang Hui’s heart, Footprint Brother would certainly rank among the top three without a doubt.

As powerful as the Lord of the Forbidden Area and the Butcher–those stunningly talented and outstanding individuals–even with the lead of Shi Hao, the Quasi-Emperor Strong, after exhausting eons, they still failed to break through King to Emperor and achieve the brilliance of an Emperor.

And yet, Footprint Brother managed to step into the highest realm during an era thought impossible to achieve Emperorship, following after Emperor Cang, Feather Emperor, and Emperor Hong. This clearly showed his extraordinary talent and unparalleled strength.

However, such an existence that stood proudly above the clouds was the one who didn’t even leave his own name behind.

If not for the faint footprints on the dike, later generations would probably be unaware that such a figure had ever existed throughout the ages.

But, who can comment on his merits and faults?

Neither can he.

Shaking his head, Jiang Hui put away his cluttered thoughts and had already reached deep into the ancient path.

The ancient and thick green stone slabs had become pitted and incomplete everywhere.

This was the Land of Darkness.

All around was as pitch black as ink.

One couldn’t see their own fingers stretched out in front of them.

Even the edges of the universe would appear minor in comparison.

Similarly, there was no life here; death and degradation were the eternal and unchanging truths of this place.

Walking along silently, Jiang Hui couldn’t help but let his mind race with thoughts.

It was not about Footprint Brother.

That was just an interlude.

Primarily, he was pondering the strange encounter he had just had in that cave.

Although Jiang Hui was usually not one to speculate wildly without sufficient evidence, he couldn’t help but give some extra consideration to the recent events.

The Three Dark Emperors, in order, were Emperor Cang, Feather Emperor, Emperor Hong.

Among them,

Emperor Hong was most skilled in artifact refining, heralded as the precursor of the artifact refining lineage.

In fact, the present-day method of artifact refining might have been originated by Emperor Hong.

The Origin Ancient Devices from the Alien Territory and the Burial Area came from his hands, costing a great price, but their effects were clear and obvious. Aside from the Burial Area, the Alien Territory successful transformed into a Land of Darkness.

That was a vast territory!

Innumerable lives across The Boundary Sea.

But they still lacked the ability to conceal themselves from him.

However, if the Tai Sui Meat he had just encountered was combined, there was a certain possibility.

With that said,

One thing was certain.

The Three Dark Emperors might very well already be aware of the existence of the Tai Sui Meat Mountain and the pitch-black heart, and there may even be some collaboration between them, though the specifics of that cooperation were unknown.

…

He didn’t know how long he had walked.

The originally fragmented road full of sword and spear marks had completely disappeared.

In its place was a vast expanse of endless black land.

Boundless and vast, as if numerous Star Seas had fallen from the sky, extinguishing their brilliance, and became one with this place.

Standing amidst it, one could feel the vastness of the heavens and the universe’s solitude.

If some stubborn plants could occasionally be seen crawling out from the cracks in the stone path, here, it was the true extinction of all life.

Not a blade of grass grew, not a leaf remained.

There was no trace or breath of any living thing, as if from the moment of the birth of Primal Chaos, no creatures had ever set foot here, an untamed virgin land.

But Jiang Hui was very clear.

There was life here.

It’s just that since ancient times, apart from Emperor Cang, Emperor Hong, and Feather Emperor, all outsiders had already turned into fertilizer for this vast black soil.

Continuing forward would approach the original and also the most fundamental truths.

This was also the farthest Jiang Hui had ever traveled.

He took step after step.

Each step was billions upon billions of miles fleeting by.

There was no wind around him.

Yet his white robe rustled loudly.

Jiang Hui stood tall and graceful, with a captivating presence, his skin emanating a faint glow. He carried an invincible might on him, and as he flickered his eyes, it was as if countless rays of divine light pierced through the surrounding darkness, desolation, and wilderness.

After becoming an Emperor, he had reached a certain pinnacle.

He was too powerful, one could say invincible, who could suppress him?!

The black land, mud-like in appearance, receded from Jiang Hui’s sight, as he was nearing the end of this pitch-black land.

Soon.

A vast and majestic complex of buildings appeared on the horizon, rising abruptly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, with a majestic grandeur.

Even from a great distance, one could still feel the terrifying pressure emanating from that palace.

Jiang Hui, expressionless, took steps toward the palace.

Although this grand complex of palaces was extraordinary, it was still nothing compared to his own Liu Village, which had been upgraded and transformed.

The palaces stretched endlessly, reminiscent of the Frontier Wilderness Gate erected by the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to fend off the invasion from the Alien Territory, only the latter was even more massive.

The palace complex was situated around the mountain, where the sun and moon ought to hang in the sky.

At the very center was the main hall, vast as fighting stars, but now in ruins.

Though built against the mountain, it hovered in the air, casting down large shadows.

Arch bridges, round as full moons, dropped vertically from the base of the structure, embedded in the pitch-dark realm below.

The arch bridges were piled with skeletons of various sizes, scattered about, and he even saw bone fragments of True Dragons, Phoenixes, and the like.

Where in the Green Mountain can’t one bury desolate bones?

Jiang Hui knew.

Those vast buildings were the true Heavenly Court.

Or one might say, the First Generation Heavenly Court.

The most ancient Heavenly Court,

And now, it should rightfully be called the Dark Heavenly Court.

The creator of the Heavenly Court was Emperor Cang, one of the Three Dark Emperors, the original Sovereign of the Celestial Court.

In the past, the Heavenly Court was at its zenith, even older than the years of Emperor’s Fall. It was truly powerful to the extreme, with countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals paying homage from all nations.

But Emperor Cang, in order to become an Emperor, sacrificed all the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to the Skeleton Immortal Emperor from the Boundary Sea on the other side of Nirvana, among whom were many at the giant level of Supreme Immortal King.

It was said: All who do not follow the Emperor’s command shall be executed.

Heavenly Soldiers are immortals, Heavenly Generals are kings.

One can imagine how many skeletal corpses are scattered in the dark crevices of this vast palace complex?!

Jiang Hui’s gaze flickered, shattering all illusions.

At the base of the various buildings of the Heavenly Court, there was a sea of bones, piled high with corpses, undulating.

They say to kill one is a sin, to slaughter thousands makes a king, but the deaths here are like dust and sand, beyond counting, so much so that even Jiang Hui couldn’t help but shrink his pupils slightly.

Death is inevitable.

But such slaughter, realm by realm, even if one were to obtain the secret of Emperor’s Creation at the end, if there’s only oneself left in the world, looking around to see only boundless desolation, what meaning does that hold?

Jiang Hui simply couldn’t understand the thoughts of these madmen.

Is it not better to have ample strength and enjoy a good life?!

…

All the way here.

Jiang Hui had long since concealed his own breath.

He did not want to stir the grass and startle the snake.

Nor did he wish to appear too soon.

That would affect his harvesting of experience points.

The Three Dark Emperors were just minor characters, not his target.

As he drew closer, the details within this vast palace complex became increasingly clear.

Dust covered everything, with bones that had overflowed from the seas of bones and drifted here, all incredibly ancient, silent for untold years.

In the very center of the great hall was an Emperor’s Throne.

Upon it sat a figure.

An old man with white hair, his face haggard and lifeless, skin and bones with just a layer of skin remaining, half of his head drooping, sitting on the Emperor’s throne.

The man wore a crown but perhaps due to being overly thin, the originally fitting splendid golden imperial robes hung loose and baggy, appearing extremely ill-fitting.

If one didn’t know who it was,

Jiang Hui might have thought it was a mummified corpse.

But because he knew who it was,

He couldn’t help but have a somewhat odd expression.

After stepping into the great hall, Jiang Hui’s gaze continually fixed upon the emaciated figure seated above on the Emperor’s Throne.

Emperor Cang.

One who sought after the will of the azure heavens.

One who dominated the virtue of the vast heavens.

A genuine Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Since the beginning of heaven and earth, aside from the Nine Heavens ApeDog, the oldest Emperor who single-handedly founded the First Generation Heavenly Court and was also one of the principal culprits behind the slaying of the Footprint Emperor.

The current situation was quite strange.

Although his entire body bore the aura of being immortal and everlasting, his vitality was in extreme decline, his flesh and blood all but eroded, leaving only a layer of skin still hanging on. Clearly immortal, yet surrounded by death’s aura…

This was not normal.

Emperors, when ascending the throne, should maintain the most sacred and full state everywhere.