Chapter 1007: Chapter 1005: Centuries in a Flash

A terrifying catastrophe had not yet begun but was already over.

The Human Emperor was so powerful that it made countless members of the Human Clan’s blood boil with excitement, unable to calm down.

Especially those humans within the Blood Sacrifice Array.

Beneath Lao Huang’s feet, Wu Shang was shocked. He was also in the Emperor Realm, yet the oppressive feeling Chen Pingping gave him was too overwhelming, like an immortal monument pressing between heaven and earth, making him feel suffocated.

He even had a terrible feeling, as if death was approaching.

If the Human Emperor made a move, he would definitely have no chance of survival.

However...

From the beginning, Chen Pingping hadn’t even looked at him. After repelling the God, he glanced under the blood sacrifice and immediately cast the "Life" aspect of the Six Wheels.

In the dry array, vitality power suddenly emanated, and grass sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain, constantly emerging, green and full of life.

Many humans on the verge of death received the nourishment of vitality power and began to regain vitality.

Condensing the Divine Soul, reconstructing the flesh.

Sadly, there were still a large number of humans whose vitality was completely severed and could no longer recover.

"Father, there are three more Blood Sacrifice Arrays!" An said, "It’s him, this guy told me, he’s a good person." She pointed to Wu Shang, who was being suppressed.

Chen Pingping nodded indifferently and finally glanced at Wu Shang but did not pay him much attention.

Hearing this, Wu Shang almost spat out a mouthful of blood, especially from An’s words, "he’s a good person," which angered him...

Damn good person.

This young lord is a genius of the Divine Clan, extraordinarily fierce, bloodthirsty, and loves to eat humans.

But he dared not say these words, fearing that Chen Pingping might directly cut him down.

Wen Qingshan broke free, and amidst the chaos, he smiled calmly, "The Perfection of the Void Body is also comparable to the Great Emperor."

Chen Pingping looked at Mo Lai, "Brother Mo."

Sigh!

Mo Lai let out a heavy breath, his expression complex, yet he still forced a smile, "Brother Chen, long time no see."

Back then, in the Spirit Realm, they met. Chen Pingping was just a small cultivator, yet hundreds of years had passed, and he had now verified Tao and become an Emperor.

With just one sentence, he repelled the God.

Such strength, astonishing!

Mo Lai continued, "How is Ni’er?"

Chen Pingping smiled, "She’s doing well, just hasn’t grown up."

"..."

Not growing up is good.

That girl’s physique is special, and her karma is too significant. If she ever grows up, who knows what might happen.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two said no more words.

Chen Pingping directly tore open a void channel to reach another Blood Sacrifice Array location. Without hesitation, he used the Great Emperor’s power to forcibly tear open the array.

The Taoist marks rumbled within, about to explode, but he forcibly suppressed them.

Soon, a terrifying scene unfolded before his eyes.

Tens of thousands of humans looked up.

Chen Pingping remained silent, employing the Taoist Sect’s "Everything from Three Lives" to assist this group of humans in recovering.

After about ten minutes, he left here to find the next Blood Sacrifice Array...

By the time Chen Pingping completely dismantled all the Blood Sacrifice Arrays, an hour had passed. Regarding the subsequent proceedings, he did not participate.

Instead, he directly returned to the Wuji Sect.

Several elderly figures with hunched backs, upon seeing the sudden arrival of Chen Pingping, became excited at once, "Are you? Chen Pingping of the Qingfeng branch?"

"It’s me!" Chen Pingping nodded and smiled. They still recognized him, yet...he no longer recognized them; they had become strangers.

At this moment, his aura was restrained, the brilliance dispersed, tightly wrapping the Divine Might of the Great Emperor, not wanting to give the people of the Wuji Sect an oppressive feeling.

But these elderly figures survived from that era; they witnessed Chen Pingping’s rise to power and various battle achievements.

Moreover, they heard from others that Chen Pingping was verifying Tao. Now, he appeared here, suggesting a successful Tao Verification?

The elderly figures looked at each other, immediately kneeling and bowing, their words filled with excitement, "Great Emperor."

"Rise..." Chen Pingping gently raised his hand, lifting them up, then asked, "Where is Junior Brother Nangong?"

"The Sect Leader, he...has already left." An elder trembled, his tone choked with emotion.

Gone?

Chen Pingping’s expression became dazed.

The elder continued, "Buried atop Qingfeng, alongside the previous Sect Leader."

Chen Pingping took a step to the spot, gazing at the familiar Qingfeng, his thoughts drifting. Underneath the grass were two tombs, nestled together.

One belonged to Baili Jiansan, the other to Nangong Jue.

Both were old friends from the past.

Sadly, within a fleeting few hundred years, they had departed and now lay long in the earth.

Chen Pingping was silent, feeling for the first time the ruthlessness of time; indeed, time is the formidable foe of all cultivators, even the eternal gods cannot escape this fate.

"I was still too late." He murmured to himself, filled with self-blame.

"Not late." The elder followed, eyes cloudy, "The Sect Leader had too many hidden ailments, his Life Origin was riddled with holes, and nothing could save him, so he didn’t want to see you in that state."

This statement felt false.

So false he dared not believe it himself.

In fact, when Nangong Jue was about to fall, he most wanted to see Chen Pingping and witness his transformation into an Emperor to fulfill a final wish.

"Did he leave any words?" Chen Pingping asked.

"The Sect Leader said the Divine Clan is invading the Heaven Martial continent, darkness is spreading, but he was powerless." The elder was saddened.

"What else?"

"Nothing more."

Perhaps there were many more words, yet Nangong Jue could not utter them due to his completely exhausted vitality.

At this moment!

The entire Wuji Sect, upon learning of Chen Pingping’s return, became extremely excited and gathered around Qingfeng, looking at that not-so-tall silhouette, a group of people filled with both awe and respect.

No one spoke; all watched silently.

Was that Chen Pingping of the Qingfeng branch?

It’s heard that he has verified Tao.

Our Wuji Sect has produced a Great Emperor.

He is their Great Emperor.

The previous tremor must have been the Great Emperor’s doing; he quelled the Divine Clan’s catastrophe.

"Is it possible for the Great Emperor to resurrect the dead?" A very young disciple suddenly asked.

"No!" Chen Pingping abruptly turned to look at him, the depths of his dark eyes filled with the words "helplessness."

That young man, excited, said, "Greetings, Great Emperor."

The others were all envious; this kid had good luck, being able to converse with the Great Emperor.

They wanted to, but didn’t dare.

Every move of the Great Emperor entailed the laws of Tao between heaven and earth, with an implied power in every word, though he repressed all things, yet everyone still felt that intangible pressure. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Thus, they dared not speak lightly.

Rumble!

The next moment, Chen Pingping extended the cycle of reincarnation to the past.

With a wave, the sky darkened, a mirror appeared atop Qingfeng, and time and images returned to when Nangong Jue was still alive.

Everyone was amazed, stupefied.

What kind of method is this?

In Nangong Jue’s last appearance, weakly speaking a few words before falling, the entire process was reconstructed by Chen Pingping through reincarnation.

Inside, Chen Pingping felt inexplicably sorrowful.

From initial enemy to later fellow cultivator, senior brother, friend, old friend, to now separated by the heavens, only in a rush of several hundred years.

Including Mo Wuwei...

Even the Great Emperor isn’t omnipotent.

Chen Pingping sat cross-legged, back facing everyone, letting the gentle breeze blow over him, lost in sorrowful thoughts, suddenly thinking of many things, especially Wen Yuqing.