Back to the Heavenly Cloud Firmament…
Ming Zhitian looked at the Ancient Saint Divine Artifact, the Samsara Disk of Time and Space, obtained from the Ancient Wuji Pavilion in his hand. "In my previous life, I made you all suffer. In this life, I am determined to protect eternity."
Empress Xin Yao appeared suddenly. Ming Zhitian didn't even look at her. "Are you here to stop me?"
Empress Xin Yao shook her head. "No, I just came to see you."
Ming Zhitian smiled wryly. "Do I look good when I'm dejected?"
Empress Xin Yao didn't think so. "This is your era, Ming Zhitian."
Ming Zhitian shook his head and pointed to the distant valleys and rivers below the clouds. "No, we are all old. This is the era of the young."
Activating the Samsara Disk of Time and Space in his hand, Empress Xin Yao asked, "Have you made up your mind? Everything resets except memories, just for a few trees? Giving up the whole forest?"
Ming Zhitian smiled indifferently. "To you, it's a few trees. But to me, they are my entire forest, and even my sky."
There was only one chance. The Samsara Disk of Time and Space opened a colorful vortex of light! Brilliant light filled the air!
Ming Zhitian threw himself into the vortex of time and space alone…
Only to dissipate his cultivation and return to the beginning…
Just as the gate of light closed! Empress Xin Yao leaped in as well! "You killed my husband, the Divine Emperor Shizhong. I will make you pay for it in this lifetime!"
The Ancient Saint Divine Artifact, the Samsara Disk of Time and Space, dimmed, lost its power, and fell to the ground…
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A celestial meteor descended, and a divine emperor fell.
Emperor Ming Hongguang's life was brilliant and legendary. From a martial cultivator, he stepped into the ancient cultivation world and achieved supreme pháp cultivation, later receiving great fortune from immortals and gods to practice both pháp and martial arts!
Besides the Five Emperors of Xuánluó, Flying General, Yǐnǐ, Emperor Ouyáng Supreme Sovereign, Divine Venerable Mòlí, Heavenly Emperor Hóngsuān, Yún Yán, and Fú Mèi, he also encompassed a large number of supreme experts at the Heavenly God Realm, Saint God Realm, and North Profound Illusory Heart Realm.
Throughout his life, he was accompanied by 《The Art of Longevity》, 《The Divine Chant of Longevity》, 〖The Art of Imperial Weapons〗, 《The Longevity Art of the Northern Desert》, 《A Startling Swan's Sword》, 《The Divine Soul Flying Sword》, 《The Divine Path Art》, 《The Finger of Vast Heavens》, 《The Silent Roar》, 《The God-Supporting Leg》, and many more…
He also practiced ancient, primordial, and archaic techniques such as 《The Black Hole of Star Radiance》, 《Diamond Fire Planet》, and 《The Small Infinite Universe Orb》!
His skills in pupil techniques, illusion techniques, formations, alchemy, and the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams were all masterful.
His personal favorites were the ancient divine artifact 'Record of Books and Swords' and the blazing light, as well as the supreme primordial artifact that destroyed the world, 'The Doom of Heaven'!
He lived for over three hundred years, with countless beautiful companions, but only a dozen or so were truly loved. Each of them possessed unparalleled beauty and seductive figures. Unfortunately, every woman who stayed by his side met with a tragic fate, dying young.
He achieved the most brilliant and captivating legendary realm of godhood!
Before his death, it was revealed: the Divine Emperor Realm had one thousand three hundred layers of heaven!
Boundless Imperial Divine Palace—
The Boundless Emperor and Goddess Tíránnà both felt regret.
The Boundless Emperor said, "I have lived for a million years. My Yanhuang Fire, the Primordial Divine Artifact Thousand God Evil Emperor, the Primordial Technique Divine Image Supreme, the Nine Heavens Remnant Dream, the Divine Heavens Suppression, the Gate of Heaven Killing, and even Destruction of Life and Death! Henceforth, I will have no rivals… A pity…"
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A new beginning, returning to the start.
A young man in white with short, jet-black hair, looking heroic and spirited, marched with a firm stride towards a neatly arranged elite team, known as the Angel Legion!
The man, who officially became the supreme commander of the Angel Legion, called out, "Tao Zhenmei, Li Yikuang!"
A man and a woman replied, "Here!"
The man in white continued, "I officially assign you the codenames, Mei and Wild Wolf!"
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Nine profound phoenixes dance in flight, swallows soar; mandarin ducks play in the clear ripples; the future shines brightly, eternally illuminated.
Waking from a dream, parting again, how many faces are seen.
Ming Zhitian—
The End—