And what about the remains of the Human Emperor?
This thought struck Han Guang like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the darkness in his mind and connecting numerous secrets. Even he, who had never let his emotions show since adulthood, couldn’t help but shudder.
Indeed, no matter which legend or ancient text one consulted, they only mentioned the Human Emperor’s passing and the Sage Emperor’s succession. This in itself wasn’t unusual and wouldn’t raise suspicions. But when compared to the fact that the remains of Houtu became the Samsara Seal, the Celestial Emperor’s body transformed into the Blade of Time, and the original form of the Demon Sage was forged into the Black Gold Phoenix-Winged Spear, the question became glaringly obvious.
Where are the remains of the Human Emperor? The remains of a figure who reached the Other Shore!
The Human Emperor’s Sword was a divine weapon that grew alongside the Human Emperor and had nothing to do with his remains. The foundation of the Human Emperor’s descendants was the Ark of the Apocalypse, which also had no connection to his true form from the Other Shore.
How could something so important be left without any explanation? Why did Sage Emperor Qi leave no trace of doubt? Why have the descendants of the Human Emperor, who have guarded his legacy to this day, never mentioned this matter?
The remains of the Human Emperor seemed to exist in a blind spot of attention, strangely forgotten!
It wasn’t until Gao Lan brought it up now that Han Guang felt as if a layer of invisible mist had been lifted from his memory and thoughts, allowing him to confront this question directly.
It seemed that an invisible hand had deliberately concealed this matter—not by simply erasing it, but by subtly manipulating things so that even immortals and Buddhas overlooked this crucial point. And that invisible hand was likely the one behind Gao Lan… Thoughts raced through Han Guang’s mind as he pieced together certain secrets he knew, speculating about the situation. His expression remained unchanged, still wearing a leisurely smile as he said, “It seems I’ll have the privilege of witnessing the remains of a figure from the Other Shore today.”
This was an opportunity that couldn’t be sought but only encountered!
Figures from the Other Shore were the true masterminds of the myriad realms, and their numbers had always been few. Even counting from the beginning of the Primordial Era, accumulating epoch after epoch, the current number of those who had reached the Other Shore could still be counted on one hand. Their deaths were rare—only two or three occurrences per epoch, and many epochs passed without such events.
This epoch, being the final calamity, saw the successive deaths of five figures: Houtu, the Demon Lord, the Celestial Emperor, the Demon Sage, and the Human Emperor.
The ancient times were beyond reach, the remains of Houtu, the Celestial Emperor, and the Demon Sage had already become peerless divine weapons, and the Demon Lord’s remnants were scattered and incomplete, making them difficult to trace. Thus, today might be the only chance to witness the remains of a figure from the Other Shore!
Gao Lan withdrew his deep, sharp gaze and turned it toward the great supernatural beings below—Yuan Hong, the Bull Demon King, and others—who were desperately trying to break free from the sword formation but were on the brink of collapse. Slowly, he drew the Human Emperor’s Sword with his right hand.
The sword’s body was pale gold, its front engraved with the sun, moon, stars, and scenes from countless realms, while its back depicted gods, demons, and Buddhas prostrating themselves. The hilt bore images of farming, fishing, herding, and the earliest forms of writing—symbols of human civilization.
A faint glow emanated from the sword, making it seem almost transparent as it revealed the radiance of human virtue it contained.
The light surged like waves, gently lifting a towering figure.
Not a towering giant, not a manifestation of cosmic power, but the stature of an ordinary human.
This figure wore a black robe, his hair tied casually, devoid of any imperial adornments. Yet, as he sat there quietly, an undeniable regal aura emanated from him. His eyes were open, revealing double pupils, as if awake—yet within them lay only deathly stillness.
Had the remains of the Human Emperor been hidden within the Human Emperor’s Sword all along? The moment this thought crossed Han Guang’s mind, a cracking, mournful sound echoed in his ears, as if another myriad realm was forcibly entering the real world, straining its capacity and causing endless tremors.
The illusion of the Nine Heavens emerged, layers of ghostly and demonic realms flickered into existence, and projections of the celestial and netherworldly realms appeared simultaneously, as if resisting the entry of the remains of a figure from the Other Shore into the real world.
Before Han Guang’s eyes, the figure of the Human Emperor suddenly vanished from sight. Instead, he saw a turbulent sea of suffering, within which countless universes floated. At the heart of this sea was the real world, shaped by the radiance of human virtue, drifting upward—carrying the myriad realms, humanity, and all sentient beings out of the sea of suffering.
Here, there was no Netherworld, nor the Nine Heavens towering above all realms. They seemed to have merged into the paradise of human virtue, becoming indistinguishable.
This was the path of the Human Emperor—this was his myriad realms!
The light shimmered, and at the end of the sea of suffering lay the past: the forging of the sword, the overcoming of hardships, the spark of hope, the bloody battles, the endurance of suffering—until finally, the chaos of the demonic invasion was brought to an end. Deep within the sea, waves rippled, bubbles rising one after another, each containing a possible future.
Yet the real world shaped by human virtue was not just lifeless—it bore countless signs of destruction. The past was like a shadow, leaving only imprints without substance, while the bubbles of the future shattered as soon as they formed, unable to reveal the myriad possibilities.
Han Guang nearly lost himself in this vision. With great effort, he regained control of his spirit, closed his eyes briefly, and a realization dawned upon him:
“The Human Emperor did not die a natural death…”
Gao Lan said nothing. Facing the remains of the Human Emperor, he bowed deeply, then placed the Human Emperor’s Sword into the remains’ hand, using his own control and the sword’s sentience to guide the body.
A flash of pale gold, and the remains of the Human Emperor stepped into the Slaughtering Immortals Sword Formation.
…
The Demon Monarch was a great supernatural being who had survived since ancient times. The demonic arts were known for their strangeness and unpredictability, and the Demon Monarch’s body of Yama twisted and turned, dispersing and reforming—sometimes as black mist, sometimes as a single point—barely evading the countless sword energies raining down from the Slaughtering Immortals Sword Formation.
With a press of his right hand, the space ahead collapsed, swallowing the sword energies. The Demon Monarch flashed past, aiming for the sky to escape the formation.
At that moment, his vision blurred, and he saw a familiar figure—pale golden skin, eyes with double pupils, exuding an unyielding majesty.
The Human Emperor! The Demon Monarch felt as if he had been struck by the backlash of the multiverse, nearly freezing in place and almost being enveloped by the four-colored sword energies Meng Qi had unleashed.
During the era of demonic chaos, the Demon Monarch had been a peerless genius, transforming the bloodline techniques of evil gods and demons into arts that anyone could cultivate, founding the Primordial Demon Path. In any other era, he would have been a prodigy destined for greatness. Unfortunately, he encountered the Demon Sage—and the Human Emperor. Time and again, his efforts were thwarted. Were it not for the partially awakened Demon Emperor’s Claw, he would have long become blood staining the Human Emperor’s Sword.
When he learned of the Human Emperor’s passing, he had breathed a long sigh of relief.
Yet now, the Human Emperor stood before him once more!
Thoughts surged as the Demon Monarch instantly assessed the situation. He didn’t allow the “nearly” and “almost” to materialize, flashing into the sky while realizing with clarity: these were the remains of the Human Emperor!
Yes, the remains of the Human Emperor!
Suppressing his shock, the Demon Monarch continued evading the sword formation’s attacks, but the figure of the Human Emperor remained in his sight, impossible to shake off.
Then, he saw the Human Emperor extend his left hand, covering the sword light, while his double pupils reflected the Demon Monarch’s own image.
The Demon Monarch’s entire process of evading the sword energies and ascending to the sky was replayed like a recorded image—repeatedly, rapidly!
No!
The Demon Monarch had fought the Human Emperor countless times and was familiar with his divine abilities. Seeing this, he immediately sensed imminent mortal danger.
The Human Emperor’s left hand reached into the “recording,” appearing at a precise moment five instants earlier—right in the Demon Monarch’s path.
Boom!
The Demon Monarch’s past self collided with the hand, knocking it aside—but in doing so, he himself was left with a fleeting moment of hesitation.
And in that hesitation, Meng Qi’s four-colored sword energies enveloped the Demon Monarch. Slaughter raged; the end descended.
The Demon Monarch, who had sensed the mortal danger, froze mid-air as his demonic body began to disintegrate. Several instants earlier, he had already died.
His hard-earned “Six Annihilations Yama Body” crumbled instantly. The four-colored sword energies followed the connection, slashing toward the Snowy Immortal Palace, the abyssal demonic caverns, and the myriad realms.
Five ancient bronze coffins opened, revealing a constantly contracting and expanding heart, a body drenched in blood, a head with snow-white hair and pitch-black beard, and more. They unleashed divine abilities, blocking the incoming sword energies before severing the connection!
The Demon Monarch was forced to awaken all his bodies, suffering immense damage!
Meanwhile, Meng Qi, presiding over the sword formation, narrowed his eyes as he studied the figure of the Human Emperor, his mind racing.
The image of the Human Emperor had been passed down through generations with little change. Holding the Human Emperor’s Sword, how could he not recognize him?
Were these the remains of a figure from the Other Shore?
…
“Smiling While Picking a Flower,” “Supreme and Unrivaled,” “Salvation for All Beings”—the illusory figures of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas surrounding the Supreme True Buddha executed different variations of the Tathagata’s Divine Palm, merging into one, achieving the ultimate unity.
With arms outstretched as if embracing heaven and earth, the Supreme True Buddha unleashed a strike capable of founding an era.
Infinite light erupted, piercing through time and space, birthing all things, establishing a new epoch, neutralizing countless sword energies, and surging upward to assault the sword formation.
At that moment, it saw a figure with double pupils—and the entire process replayed before its eyes!
The Human Emperor’s Sword slashed out, striking at a moment several instants earlier, precisely disrupting the simultaneous execution of the Tathagata’s Divine Palm by the illusory Buddhas and Bodhisattvas surrounding the Supreme True Buddha.
With the Divine Palm incomplete, the strike meant to open the sealed spacetime lost its power, unable to neutralize the sword energies.
Red, azure, black, and white descended, throwing spacetime into chaos, annihilating matter, and unleashing torrents of energy—dragging the Supreme True Buddha into uncontrollable turmoil!
“No!”
The Supreme True Buddha’s roar was swallowed by the sword energies.
…
The Bull Demon King manifested his cosmic form, wielding the Demon Sage’s Spear with both hands, intending to withstand the sword energies briefly and break through the azure gate. But how could Nezha let him have his way? Spear shadows attacked from all directions, determined to stop him.
At the same time, the remains of the Human Emperor arrived, locking onto the Bull Demon King with those double pupils.
The demonic faction was on the brink of collapse.
Just then, the Slaughtering Immortals Sword Formation trembled violently—as a golden staff, seemingly propping up the real world itself, forcibly pierced through!
The Great Sage, Equal of Heaven, had made his move!
Tai Sui Yellow Amulet Paper FuLu Taoist Love Talisman Traditional Chinese Spiritual Charm Attracting Love Protecting Marriage