# Chapter 643: Green Emperor Reborn
"Great Emperor" — these two words alone could suppress past, present, and future. They represented the pinnacle of combat power, the ultimate expression of the Dao, the zenith of humanity!
From ancient times to the present, there had only been a handful of Human Clan Great Emperors. Each had left behind monumental achievements, their merits shaking the annals of history, impossible to surpass.
In the Post-Ancient Era, over a hundred thousand years, only Green Emperor had attained the Dao and become an Emperor. Now, a mere ten thousand years after his death, had another Great Emperor appeared?
This news was like the universe exploding, like the stars extinguishing — almost impossible to believe, too shocking. People's hearts trembled with fear and dread.
This group of beings was resplendent with five colors and seven lights. Each was crystalline and translucent, no more than a foot tall, like a group of divine jade spirits. Yet all were extremely powerful.
The ancient war chariot seemed to have coexisted with the world since time immemorial. It was crafted from stone, only a foot tall. A thirty-centimeter-long purple qilin pulled the chariot as it charged out of the ancient cave.
"Death to those who disturb the Great Emperor's slumber!" The humanoid creature on the stone chariot, barely over a foot tall, roared lowly. One hundred and eight divine rings enveloped it as it shouted loudly.
It waved its hand lightly, and a series of ancient characters flew out, imprinting themselves in the void. Several Great Powers screamed in agony as they were sent flying like tattered scroll paintings.
Each character was like a divine hammer, smashing the Great Powers until they vomited blood, their bones broken and tendons snapped. They were too powerful to resist — these were the fundamental manifestations of the Dao, each character representing a Dao unto itself.
Two of the Great Powers' bodies shattered and never re-formed, their forms and spirits utterly destroyed. The other three had dimmed divine souls and bloodless bodies.
Seeing this, the crowd did not hesitate. They fled like flying. This ancient cave was no longer a place to stay. With such terrifying existences appearing, how could they resist? This being surpassed even the red-haired creature.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The jade-essence-like little man shouted, the divine rings on his body blazing with intense light. He gave chase from behind, driving his chariot in pursuit.
Above his head, the azure dragon less than a foot long and the half-foot-long crimson blood phoenix danced as they joined the pursuit. Additionally, the seven or eight half-foot-tall little men leading the way all raised their weapons and attacked.
At the edge of the Immortal Transformation Pool, Pang Bo's eyes gleamed with sharp light. "The weapons in those little men's hands are all jade weapons — not much inferior to my Nine Divine Weapons!"
People were horrified. What kind of beings were these? So short, yet each one was absurdly powerful. No one could withstand them.
"The creature on the war chariot, enveloped by divine rings — aside from Old Madman and the Battle Victory Buddha on Mount Sumeru in this era, I'm afraid no one is its match!"
"I sense a power that can shatter everything. That creature and the humanoid red-haired creature are both nearly approaching sainthood. Their combat power is terrifying."
Those Sect Leader-rank figures had all charged up the mountain where the Immortal Transformation Pool was located. Now, only the Chaos Azure Lotus and the Supreme Emperor Sword here could suppress the powerful enemies. Otherwise, no matter where they fled, they would die.
"The majesty of the ancient Great Emperor must not be defiled. You have disturbed his slumber, and only death can atone for your sins." The humanoid creature spoke as if pronouncing a final judgment.
The red-haired humanoid creature roared, shattering corpses on the ground by the Immortal Transformation Pool. Many people died violent deaths.
Several Source Art Grand Masters from the Eastern Wasteland all stood up with their red hair bristling. They no longer rolled on the ground but rose to their feet, standing by his side. Their eyes gleamed with blood-red light, extinguishing all human emotion.
"What kind of monster is this? How does it spread?!" People were terrified.
Red Dragon Daoist and Peacock King held the Chaos Azure Lotus. The Great Xia Imperial Lord had the Supreme Emperor Sword suspended above his head. The two Imperial weapons shone in mutual radiance, with the momentum to pierce through past, present, and future.
Most people had fallen to their knees, unable to withstand the pressure of the ancient Great Emperor. The Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master's eyes blazed with blood-red light. He no longer retreated but prepared to strike again.
Seeing this, even those holding the Imperial weapons felt uneasy. If a real battle broke out, who would live and who would die was uncertain.
Extreme Imperial weapons were indeed formidable, but how many strikes could they unleash? They could destroy saints, but the group of jade spirits was pursuing them. They couldn't keep activating the Imperial weapons, as the consumption was enormous.
A group of cultivators was caught before the Immortal Transformation Pool — wolves ahead, tigers behind. They could neither advance nor retreat. Even the Sect Leader-rank figures were terrified, not knowing what to do.
"Kill the humanoid red-haired creature first, but how do we deal with the dozen or so jade spirits behind?" The Supreme Emperor and Red Dragon Daoist consulted each other.
At this moment, the Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master also saw their hesitation. He let out a roar, and more than a dozen blood-red lights shot from his body. More screams followed.
The Dragon-Seeking Earth Masters from the Central Province were all affected without exception. Every one of them fell under the spell, transforming into humanoid red-haired creatures, like vicious ghosts.
Meanwhile, the golden sacred blood within Ye Fan's body burned once again, pushing back a layer of eerie power.
"Bad. Now it's hard to tell truth from falsehood. He has possessed so many bodies — which one is the main soul's dwelling place?"
People were alarmed, keenly sensing that the Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master was dividing his divine soul. Even if the Imperial weapons struck, he might escape disaster.
"Those who grow red hair are all Source Art Masters and Dragon-Seeking Masters. Could it be that those who walk deep in the earth's veins for years have long been stained with a terrible mark?" Ye Fan muttered to himself.
At the same time, the foot-long qilin pulling the ancient war chariot arrived at the mountain peak. Peacock King and the Great Xia Imperial Lord held their Imperial weapons, unsure which side to attack first.
"Real Imperial weapons — what a feast. My clan's Great Emperor happens to be lacking weapons. Present them all together." The little man on the war chariot sneered coldly.
"I think you've lived too long." Red Dragon Daoist growled, raising the Chaos Azure Lotus to sweep forward.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? My clan's master has long become a Great Emperor. In this land of ascension, he is the sovereign. Everything serves him."
Before the qilin chariot, eight half-foot-tall little men each held a command flag, standing in eight directions as they began to offer sacrifices to heaven. The azure dragon and the half-foot-long crimson blood phoenix began to cry out.
The Qinling Mountains shook violently. Infinite dragon qi surged into the sky, converging into a colossal true dragon that condensed in the sky, looking down from above. Its dragon might was like an ocean, pressing down on people until they couldn't breathe.
"This is the ten-thousand-year dragon vein! All the dragon power has surged out to oppose the Imperial weapons!"
People were astonished. This was the strongest dragon vein in the Central Province, enduring for ten thousand ages, stretching for millions of li. It had long given birth to an ancestral root deity with unimaginable power.
"This is using the Central Province's ancestral root to oppose the Extreme Imperial weapons!"
People were shaken. The Central Province's most powerful ancestral root represented the great fortune of the Central Province. Now it was being used to confront the weapons of ancient Great Emperors. One could imagine the severity of the situation.
If the dragon power were dispersed, the Central Province would undergo a drastic transformation from then on. Who knew what terrible consequences would follow? This was the collapse of the earth's fundamental essence.
From this, one could see the power and terror of Imperial weapons. They required the entire vast, boundless fortune of the Central Province to oppose. What kind of overbearing and absolute dominance was this?
"Humans, what does it matter that you have Imperial weapons? My clan's Great Emperor still lives. He will emerge. Who among you can resist?" The humanoid creature enveloped in one hundred and eight divine rings shouted.
But his body trembled uncontrollably, completely suppressed by the Extreme Imperial weapons. As powerful as he was, under the pervasive aura of the ancient Great Emperor, he could not withstand it.
However, neither side struck. Once the Qinling Great Dragon and the Imperial weapons collided, it would be catastrophic. For now, they were only deterring each other. Unless absolutely necessary, neither dared to make a move.
"Hmph"
Peacock King snorted coldly. "The great fortune of the Central Province can barely contend with one Imperial weapon. We have two here. What do you have to suppress them?"
Suddenly, a cold snort came from deep within the earth. A wisp of Imperial might surged up, and the power of the Imperial weapons immediately diminished greatly, nearly sealed.
"What? There really is a Great Emperor?"
People were dumbfounded. Many had thought the jade spirit was bluffing, but now they knew there truly was a supreme existence sleeping deep within the earth's veins.
"Ignorant humans. You have disturbed the Great Emperor. Even death cannot wash away your sins. Present the Imperial weapons." The humanoid creature standing on the war chariot shouted.
On the other side, the Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master led a dozen red-haired creatures step by step toward Ye Fan, pressing forward with endless killing intent.
Ye Fan employed Source Arts. One array after another flew out, imprinting themselves in the void — precisely the secret techniques recorded in the Source Heaven Scroll.
At this moment, the Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master's body stiffened. For a brief moment of absent-mindedness, he stood there dazed.
"Ancestral Master!" Ye Fan called out.
The Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master let out a low roar. Bloody tears rolled from his eyes, filled with endless despair and sorrow. He reached out his hand as if trying to grasp something.
Ye Fan was stunned. What had the Origin Heavenly Master encountered to show such an expression? What was the ominousness of his later years?
However, the Third Generation Ancestral Master suddenly raised his head. All emotion disappeared, replaced by an infinitely cold aura. He pounced like lightning.
"Swish"
Ye Fan shuddered. Stepping on the Stride Art, he flashed and vanished, appearing before Peacock King. The Chaos Azure Lotus trembled. The red-haired creature let out a great cry and tumbled backward, not daring to approach.
"Ah..."
Screams rose one after another. The Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master struck continuously, killing everyone he saw. No one could resist.
The Chaos Azure Lotus and the Supreme Emperor Sword were blocked by the Qinling Great Dragon and the nearly Emperor-like killing intent respectively. Neither dared to divert their attention to stop him.
"It's a dream-level divine marrow. It must have become sentient and transformed into human form. Has it truly attained the Dao and become a Great Emperor?"
"Ah..."
Screams arose together. The Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master and the creature enveloped in one hundred and eight divine rings simultaneously began a massacre. Even several Sect Leader-rank figures died.
This was a calamity. People were powerless to resist. They cried and wailed, dodging toward the Supreme Emperor Sword and the Chaos Azure Lotus, seeking protection.
"The Human Clan is nothing special. With strength like yours, you deserve to be the rulers of this land? Too weak, too fragile to withstand a single blow!" The humanoid creature on the qilin ancient war chariot sneered cruelly.
People knew that even if Old Madman came, or the Battle Victory Buddha from Mount Sumeru descended, it might not solve the problem. Because the Emperor-like terrifying existence in the dragon vein was emitting an increasingly powerful aura of majesty. It was about to emerge.
"Ah..."
A young girl cried out as the qilin stone chariot charged through her. At the flower of her youth, with a vibrant life, she was crushed into two pieces.
"So weak. The Human Clan is truly fragile, no better than ants." The creature on the chariot sneered repeatedly.
Not far away, the Third Generation Origin Heavenly Master had also killed with demonic nature. His entire body was stained with blood. Countless corpses lay on the ground. Who knew how many hearts he had devoured?
"Are you what they call the strong? Pathetically weak." The humanoid creature on the chariot shouted.
"Splash"
Just as the mountains of corpses and seas of blood surged, water splashed in the immortal lake. A piece of green copper appeared, with a small azure lotus growing on it, swaying with green radiance.
"Swish"
Light flashed. The small azure lotus transformed. The figure of a heroic man appeared, walking ashore step by step from the lake water. His gaze swept across, and green light burst forth.
"Ah..."
The creature on the chariot, enveloped in one hundred and eight divine rings, let out a miserable scream. Its body was instantly severed into three sections.
What kind of power was this? With just a glance from his eyes, the body of this terrifying creature that had slaughtered Sect Leaders was broken. It was utterly shocking.
"Green Emperor!"
"It's actually Green Emperor!"
"Green Emperor is not dead! He still lives!"
Some Demon Lords cried out in shock. Sacred Lords also exclaimed in alarm. All were terrified.
The Demon Emperor had died only ten thousand years ago. Among the immortal great powers, there were scroll paintings of him. This heroic man was undoubtedly Green Emperor, without a doubt.
"That's right, it's Green Emperor. He really isn't dead..." The Heavenly Prodigy of nine thousand years ago, Central Emperor Xiang Yufei, was momentarily dazed.
"Ancestor!" Yan Ruyu cried out in surprise.
"Green Emperor has always been alive..." The Sick Old Man had stars flickering and extinguishing in his eyes.