CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 70: THE TRUTH OF THE WORLD, THE FLOWER OF DESTINY IN DIVINE BLOOD

Year 776 of the New Calendar.

After a protracted five-year war with the use of human wave tactics, the battle lines of the Elf Race are gradually collapsing.

Bears, gorillas, ducks, chickens, countless Beastmen have been manufactured, thrusting us into the era of the Genetic War, with no consideration for consequences, all for a momentary explosion.

The Elf population, under this oppression, has dwindled from 2,700 to 1,400.

"No matter how elite they are, they can’t withstand the endless flood of Beastmen soldiers who, like locusts, don’t need cultivation to be exceptionally strong."

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, chuckled arrogantly and coldly,

"Foolish elves, ruling this world with their advanced ancient warfare concepts, looking down on native barbarians, yet unaware that... no matter how advanced the concept, it can still be overthrown by brute force!"

Behind him followed countless frenzied soldiers.

The man before us has single-handedly stirred up the world’s maelstrom, launching an unprecedented war, attacking the peaceful and amicable Elf Race, deemed even more malevolent than the first and second generations of the Shiguang Slave Emperor.

Behind him were all these evil, fanatical followers.

"Hahahahaha!"

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, laughed, "I’m pleased you have embraced my philosophy; humanity ultimately has its limits, and becoming a Beastman heralds a completely new era."

Countless people roared, looking at the Fairy Forest just within reach.

"Hope is right before our eyes."

"Capture all the females, the males too!"

"Land on the island!"

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, raised his sword high in the air, "Launch the final attack!"

...

The Fairy Forest was already in ruins, all buildings destroyed, even some research institutes and high-level secret places were destroyed by the elves themselves.

They were planning to evacuate.

A fierce battle was erupting within the Tree of Life.

Countless Elf Elders had already started fighting.

Yes, infighting!

Selfishly, facing this invasion, their first reaction was not to resist but to seize more than 2,400 Immortal Herbs.

Not only is Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor over a hundred years old and facing death, but these fellows who are over three hundred years old are facing death too. They unanimously planned to seize Immortal Herbs to craft Elixirs of Immortality.

"I didn’t expect, that everyone’s first reaction would be to strike against their kin." Du Jingsheng laughed and waded into the fight.

"Hehehe, the army led by that traitor may not necessarily breach us, why hurry?" Another beautiful female elf spoke.

"Stop with the nonsense! We aren’t united at all; we even want to use this opportunity to strike our own people, how can we unite?"

"It seems there’s nothing else to discuss!"

"Everyone, calm down, 2,400 Immortal Herbs, most of the world’s power is gathered here, we’re not many, three hundred for each is enough to make Elixirs of Immortality, sufficient for eight people to become Immortals."

...

Yet, despite such words, they quickly engaged in combat.

Three hundred minimum per person?

The so-called Elixir of Immortality, in essence, is just an elixir to prolong life.

Of course, the more Immortal Herbs, the longer the efficacy lasts!

The mysterious Immortal still alive today, who casually gave Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor 300 herbs, likely consumed far more back in those years, probably over a thousand!

Thus, he could live for seven to eight hundred years, almost as if drinking phoenix blood, consuming dragon essence, becoming a living ancient myth!

Three hundred herbs might prolong life for only a hundred or two years.

What they seek, is true immortality!

Boom!

The battle erupted.

From afar, Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, arrived, seeing the scene, cursed secretly: a bunch of old monsters!

It’s not that he doesn’t want to bring troops, but these rabble are useless in a war to seize Immortal Herbs, he has to do it himself.

"I can’t defeat them, I don’t have the resources of Qi to cultivate, I must hide." He stealthily hid.

But the fight grew more intense, shaking the entire island, surrounded by countless mists, and several presences suddenly diminished.

Soon, some defeated Elders shouted, "Blast this land open, let the Immortal Herbs scatter everywhere, otherwise we have no chance!"

Bang!

The Immortal Herbs swiftly detonated, shooting like dandelions across the sky.

However, these Immortal Herbs seemed to each possess some spiritual essence, enveloped by a transparent aura forming a shield, protecting the little elves carrying them in flight.

Simultaneously, these Immortal Herbs emitted an indescribable evil whisper, like murmurs of the wind, fragmented and chaotic, incomprehensible.

"*!***,****."

"***!***!****!"

"****!***,*******."

...

The entire world was filled with the sound of the wind, extremely magnificent, incredibly splendid, as if the prologue of an epic era was about to unfold.

Seeing this scene, Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, knew his opportunity had arrived as the Immortal Herbs were held by a myriad of tiny elves.

He silently waited for the Immortal Herbs to be blasted apart by the enormous gust, then immediately sped to seize various Immortal Herbs, "They’re mine, all mine, mine!!"

And it wasn’t just him.

Even some elves lurking in the dark couldn’t resist starting to grab them!

Even his ambitious ministers and strongmen ignored his orders to seize them, knowing it was the most inconceivable treasure.

"Kill!"

As he collected, he slaughtered many passing elves, taking the Immortal Herbs from their grasp, "I have two hundred herbs in my hand, plus those seized now, enough for three hundred, at least ensuring survival..."

"However, it doesn’t matter, the army will take this place, those elves, no matter how powerful, will flee, I will become the new King of the World!"

"Next, deal with those ministers who dare to betray me and seize the Immortal Herb, and then send people to pursue those Elf Elders. However, if those guys really want to escape, it’s hard to chase them down."

He felt a profound sense of satisfaction inside, knowing that he would soon be the sole ruler of this era of the world.

Soon, half a day passed, and the army had dominated the entire Fairy Forest.

"We conquered them!!"

"We won!"

Countless people who landed on the island cheered.

"I have thoroughly ascended the throne."

"I am the King of the World."

That afternoon, he stood directly at the top of the Elf Tree and announced.

Countless historians documented all this historical significance.

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, however, knew.

They took away more than two thousand Immortal Herbs with almost no loss; the territory he secured was just a hollow shell, and despite his painstaking efforts, he only achieved a facade.

If it weren’t for their internal conflict, he couldn’t even have picked up the over one hundred remaining herbs that had leaked out.

"But anyway, I still conquered this place."

He kept walking, feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity and pride as he returned to this homeland where he grew up. In his heart, countless ambitions brewed; after this battle, he would become the supreme ruler overlooking the realm of All Living Beings, the most powerful Mythical Emperor in existence.

Suddenly, he noticed a wildflower on a distant rooftop,

"This scene reminds me of the Flower of Destiny on that teahouse of Emperor Shiguang Zhizheng years ago, it’s exactly the same...."

He inexplicably felt a heavy sense of destiny rising within, his mind clearing significantly, as if he instantly understood his mission, felt a mystical awareness of his fate.

But he didn’t mind.

He continued walking and again saw a wildflower on a rooftop.

Identical.

At this moment, Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, inexplicably felt goosebumps, "A bit strange, identical flowers, with petals and buds completely uniform, could someone be acting against me? Is it the newly developed Spiritual Bombardment Witchcraft over the years?"

He continued walking and encountered another flower.

He displayed a ghostly expression and unknowingly arrived at a deep underground research institute, coming to his senses, he felt something mysterious guiding him here.

Click.

He pushed open the iron door, walking down an empty corridor, finding no guards at all.

He followed an unknown calling further inside, finally arriving at an eerie laboratory, seeing an old man bound by chains to a cross inside.

Emperor Jing Sheng.

Yes, this fourth-generation human emperor did not die of old age but was secretly overthrown and imprisoned in the Fairy Forest, reportedly subjected to many inhumane treatments and tortures.

"You’re still alive?"

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, was somewhat surprised, sensing everything about him, "So this is it, over the years you’ve been experimented on and transformed into a Hidden Blood Elf, you are the second successful experiment with purity like mine, no wonder there’s an aura on you attracting me."

Yet the former emperor in front of him shook his head, seemingly unsurprised by his arrival, "No, I did not obtain Divine Blood recently, but was born with it."

"What do you mean?" Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, asked in surprise, "Bear in mind, Divine Blood was obtained from ancient reagents brought by Li Su’s descendants over the years, how could you have it otherwise..."

"Wait!"

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, suddenly thought of something,

"It’s that mysterious prehistoric Immortal, he might have plenty of Divine Blood reagents, even the reagent found in the sea might have been his legacy."

"In that case, this Immortal along with Emperor Shiguang Zhizheng from back then, during the writing of the ’Sutra of All Living Creatures,’ had already been researching Divine Blood before us Elves, you are a product of them, inheriting their hope and becoming the next human emperor..."

"What a pity...."

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, as if understanding something, laughed heartily, "You and I both are failures, possessing such worthless blood, even—"

"Ridiculous."

In an instant, his words were interrupted by the emperor chained in front of him, who murmured with an extremely weak voice, "You cannot grasp that mysterious power, so you consider that blood weak."

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor laughed loudly, mocking him, "Power, what blood power? So have you mastered it? Even we couldn’t resist your ambush with that power? And I, this failure, couldn’t defeat the Elves either, and ultimately had to force them to flee using this scheme!"

"Petty and laughable beings often believe God’s power to be violence and brutality."

"God, how can you imagine what it is?"

This elder turned his head to look at the mural, the world-famous painting showing a Man with a Tear Mole standing at the harbor, feeling a gentle breeze.

"That’s a God."

"Do you know what God is?"

"What is God?" He sneered.

"God’s strength isn’t mere violence; it’s causality."

"And though your genetic technology might be advanced, your spirit realm research is sorely lacking. Without research into the Soul Domain, you cannot awaken Divine Blood. Ever since my birth, I’ve seen floating and mysterious entities, wicked, kind, magical, every manner of a thought-ocean-like world, eerie murmurs, sinister whispers..."

"The world is self-improving, expanding crazily."

"And I’ve discovered, along with the resurgence of Spiritual Qi, the Immortal Herb’s outpouring comprises not only strands of pure and holy Spiritual Qi but also some evil and dirty energies gradually accumulating in the world."

"This is the truth occurring in the world."

He repeatedly murmured softly.

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, hearing this sneered with hands behind his back, "Superstitious nonsense, nothing but absurd talk."

"It’s true; be clear that my Zhu You magic skill is innate." He replied, "Born with Divine Blood, I experienced extremely bizarre things from birth."

"Innate Zhu You magic skill? What does it mean?"

"It’s a flower similar to wild grass standing in my mind."

Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor felt a tremor inside yet feigned calm, "Oh? Then how does this flower’s magic skill attack others?"

"I can barely control this flower; it often acts on its own."

The former Human Emperor remained calm, "I call it the Flower of Destiny, apparently a law, a principle, appearing only in the life of the dying, with the manner of their death shown in the flower’s heart..."

Having achieved complete victory, Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, was suddenly furious, looking at the imprisoned former Human Emperor,

"I have just unified the realm, conquered the Fairy Forest, and the future will transcend all periods of Human Emperor rule; how dare you curse me that I will soon die?"