God Emperor

"Father, you are finally back. Have you broken through the realm of heaven and earth?"

Zhang Hongchen's blood and energy are extremely vigorous, and his spirit runs through the world. It is obvious that his cultivation has been restored. He is very happy to see Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen is not in a good mood, and his aura is overwhelming.

How can you let your mother be taught by others?

Zhang Ruochen said in a serious tone: "Take good care of you... Take good care of her. If there is any mistake, I will not forgive you."

Zhang Hongchen is not afraid of Zhang Ruochen. He glanced at Ling Feiyu, who looked like a girl, and laughed: "Father, are you guys done?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Greetings to Master Hongchen."

Ling Feiyu remembered this mysterious strong man who had always been by her side when she was a child.

The legends and heroic deeds of Zhang Ruochen were told by this mysterious strong man over and over again, and he also told her to work hard to win favor. She didn't understand it at that time, and she still doesn't understand it now.

Zhang Hongchen put his hands behind his back and happily accepted Ling Feiyu's greeting. He looked quite proud. It was not until he felt the coldness in Zhang Ruochen's eyes that he hurriedly helped her up.

"Go home quickly."

Zhang Ruochen shouted, and in anger, he felt dizzy and a little dark in front of his eyes.

The divine nature of the Heavenly Dao attacked again.

When he was away, everyone in the world had their own home. Bai Qing'er and Zhang Hongchen were not in charge of anyone!

After sending Zhang Hongchen and Ling Feiyu away, Zhang Ruochen went to the cemetery of the master of the Moon Worship Sect to pay tribute to the deceased.

"Wow!"

The God and Demon Rat crawled out of the cracks in the cemetery. It was in the form of a rat, with a shriveled body and gray beard. It was extremely old.

"Master Chen?"

"Oh my God, Master Chen actually came to the Moon Worship Sect. Meet Master Chen, meet the emperor!"

The God and Demon Rat knelt down and kowtowed.

Hearing the voice, Qi Feiyu, who was guarding the cemetery, came out from behind with a pestle.

She is old too!

Her black hair is no longer visible, and half of her hair is white.

Although she no longer has the peerless charm of one of the four beauties of Liangyi Sect, nor the stunning beauty of the Saint of the Divine Religion, she is still clean, natural and elegant.

Who says that beauties are not allowed to have white hair?

"Senior Sister Qi, why are you guarding the cemetery in the Moon Worshiping Religion?"

Zhang Ruochen felt incredible, after all, Qi Feiyu's cultivation was not low, she was a Taiyi Great God.

"During a battle, I was injured and my life was greatly consumed. In order to recover from the injury, I simply came here to live in seclusion and seek peace." Qi Feiyu seemed very indifferent, without any edge of competing for fame and fortune.

Under the leadership of Qi Feiyu and the Divine Demon Rat, Zhang Ruochen walked into the cemetery to pay tribute to Ling Xiu and other old friends.

Searching the cemetery.

Zhang Ruochen came to a short grave that was about to disappear completely, dug out the tombstone that had been lying in the soil for many years, straightened it, and wiped it clean.

"Zi Qian's Tomb!"

When Zhang Ruochen returned to Kunlun Realm, he met Zi Qian, who was already old and decayed, at Tianmo Mountain. He gave her a chance, and I think her cultivation level improved later.

It is difficult to find beautiful flowers in autumn, so Zhang Ruochen picked a kumquat and placed it on her grave.

Goodbye, killer girl.

Cold Dew, everything withers, and frost is coming.

The yellow leaves on the trees are about to fall, ushering in the bare winter.

Zhang Ruochen used the spirit of the ancestor to help Qi Feiyu and the God and Demon Rat refine their physiques and improve their lifespans, so that their spirit and vitality can be restored to a young state.

At least they can live for another Yuanhui.

Qi Feiyu did not restore her youthful appearance, not wanting to waste her cultivation on it. She told Zhang Ruochen that Lin Suxian had passed away, and Luo Xu lived alone in seclusion in Luoshui.

Zhang Ruochen left the Moon Worshiping Cult and went to the Holy City of the East Region first, and then went to Luoshui to visit Luo Xu.

Had a big drink with Luo Xu.

The next day, when leaving Luo Mansion, I ran into another group of cultivators who came to visit Luo Xu.

The divine ship docked at the edge of Luo River, and a beautiful figure wearing a white veil walked down.

Around her, there were countless young cultivators following.

Zhang Ruochen didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the invasion of the divine nature of the Heavenly Dao. He was in a state of half drunkenness and half awake, and asked a warrior beside him: "Who is this?"

"You don't even know her? This is Su Lang, the leader of the new generation of Confucianism and Taoism. She is the descendant trained by the divine ancestors of the Shuqin and Qin sects, and has inherited the world's great white Taoism from the fourth Confucian ancestor. She is the most popular figure in the Kunlun world today."

Another person said: "It is said that the new chapter of "Heroic Ode" was compiled by her, and she is traveling around the world, visiting outstanding people in various regions."

Zhang Ruochen's mind gradually drifted away, looking at Su Lang's appearance, and seeing through his soul.

Saw the soul of Han Qiu.

"Are Luo Shuihan and Nalan Danqing crazy? They want Han Qiu's reincarnation to be the leader of the new generation of Confucianism and Taoism, and inherit the fourth Confucian ancestor's teachings. Do they think that they can use this to turn a dark-minded concubine who practices the way of darkness into the reserved and righteous person they want to see?"

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen fell into his own consciousness and left Luocheng like a walking corpse.

But this time, he did not fall down like before, and his body continued to move forward according to his original consciousness.

It took several months to walk along the Luoshui River to Tianmo Ridge.

Zhang Ruochen could clearly feel that his soul state gradually reached its peak, his injuries had healed, and he could compete with the divinity of the Heavenly Dao.

As long as he broke through the last barrier, "self" could completely jump out and reach the transcendent realm of "the beginning of heaven and the end of self".

The Eastern Region had experienced several catastrophes, and the landform had changed drastically.

Although Tianmo Ridge was still called Tianmo Ridge, it was no longer the same mountain as before, and no old relics could be found.

Yunwu Commandery and Qianshui Commandery... have also gone through great changes and become the dust of history.

This winter, it's extremely cold.

The entire eastern region turned white.

Zhang Ruochen walked alone in the knee-deep snow and entered Wangshan Mountain.

The cold wind is like the roar of a giant beast, shrill and harsh.

Palm-sized snowflakes hit his head from time to time, and his body seemed to turn into a snowman, with only his face and hands still visible.

Arriving at the depths of Wangshan Mountain, Zhang Ruochen exhaled a breath of white air and wiped the snow off the tombstones one by one, revealing the words on them.

Lin Lan, Prince Yunwu, Zhang Shaochu, Zhang Yuxi, Prince Mingjiang, Lin Lingshan...

In recent years, many new tombs have been added. Among them is Jietian.

"Mother, Fourth Brother, Ninth Sister, Twelve Emperor's Uncle, Ruochen is back. The long life has come full circle, going round and round, and back to the place where we started."

Zhang Ruochen leaned on Lin Lan's tombstone, sat in the thick snow, and spoke to the air: "I really miss you guys. Do you know, I almost forgot all of you, but now I have forgotten them all." I woke up... Haha, how come I feel like I'm dying in the morning and the flowers are gone in the evening... I shouldn't..."

"Mother, do you know that Ruochen has grown up and has become what you most expect..."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the word "Lin Lan" on the tombstone and thought of many things in his mind. When he woke up from a nightmare and saw her for the first time when he was sixteen, he saw how young and gentle she was.

As I thought about it, the fatigue of hundreds of thousands of years came over me, and I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Wake up again. The snow has stopped and the sky has cleared.

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and looked at the warm winter sun in the sky. His eyes changed from confused and green to deep and sharp, and his whole person was like a sword that had been washed away from rust.

Pushing away the thick snow on his body, he stood up again. At this moment, the wind and snow are still!

"Only when you have completed a circle in life can you truly understand who you are. The Ninth Prince, the Holy Prince, the Divine Envoy, the Great Elder, the Fengliu Sword God, Di Chen, and the Great Emperor of Heaven are all just names given by others. Zhang Ruochen can only be Zhang Ruochen.

"You guys just sleep here and leave. I'll come back to see you next time."

"On this road of life, I'm afraid I can't stop for a moment, I have to move forward forever..."

Zhang Ruochen's figure became extremely resolute, like an immortal sacred mountain or a boundary monument between heaven and earth. He turned around and walked more and more firmly on the white snow.

This turn around left an era behind.

Walking out of Wangshan's ancestral land, we passed by the Zhang family's mansion.

It was the winter solstice, and the direct descendants of the Zhang family came back to gather together one after another. It was still noon, and there were lights and colorful decorations, and it was very lively.

Children play and play, young heroes discuss swords and swords, and old people comment on current affairs.

The Zhang family's residence here is mainly the descendants of Chi Kunlun, Zhang Shaochu, and King Mingjiang. I don't know how many generations have passed, and they are all young people under the realm of gods.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to disturb them, but just as he was about to leave, he spotted several familiar figures.

The origin of their souls can be seen at a glance. They are Zhang Shaochu, Zhang Yuxi, King Mingjiang, and some deceased brothers.

They actually reincarnated and gathered together to eat venison around the fire.

It is a custom in the Eastern Region to eat deer during the winter solstice.

Zhang Ruochen's lonely and deep heart was suddenly filled with joy, knowing that it must be the altar that preserved their souls, and it must be Chi Yao's handiwork.

"Sister Ninth, long time no see!"

Zhang Ruochen calmly sat down by the stove, took the chopsticks, picked up the venison in the pot and ate it without any trace of the outstanding image of a great emperor.

Zhang Yuxi's reincarnated eyes lit up and she asked with interest: "How do you know that I am the ninth oldest child in the family?"

"Because I am also the ninth oldest."

Zhang Ruochen bumped the reincarnation of Zhang Shaochu who was sitting next to him with his hand: "Hurry up and eat, what are you doing in a daze? Don't you suspect that I am not a Zhang family member?"

"Of course not. Haha... Let's eat together, it's the winter solstice again, everyone is reunited!"

Everyone raised the white jade cup together.

Pour full of wine and drink in large gulps. If you have wine now, you will get drunk now.

The wine on the winter solstice lasted until the sun hung over the horizon and the sky began to darken.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the people lying on the table, and his mood suddenly changed from passionate to calm. After the excitement, there must be endless emptiness.

Get up and plan to leave.

Having broken through the realm, Zhang Ruochen was ready to end his journey in this world. Looking at the fiery red sunset on the river and the vast white mountains outside, he felt that all the past events were disappearing before his eyes, so he smiled knowingly.

When a great era comes to an end, the smoke and lights are where everyone ends up.

He's going home!

Just like those survivors who fought in the starry sky, they returned to their own world, back to the fireworks on earth, back to the white clouds and blue sky, back to the small misty city, or the solitary smoke in the desert, with the sunset over the long river.

Passing through the setting sun, Zhang Ruochen walked along the ancient stream path and sang into the gradually dimming night.

"The night is vast, the road is difficult to travel, and many friends, enemies, and relatives are withered.

The lonely moon is bright, the empty mountain is silent, the road is over, and the past has become a reminiscence.

I recall that when I was young, my arrogance was soaring through the sky, thousands of waters were wielding swords and phoenix towers were like rain, gold and jade leaves were like rain, and the whole building was full of red sleeves and moves.

That winter in the West Courtyard, the red building was covered with white snow;

In that city in the Eastern Region, the stone steps left footprints.

Tonight, I dreamed of returning to Yunwu Kingdom, and the mist was misty in the sky.

On New Year's Eve, thousands of houses are lit with lights, and Kong Le is outside Shengming City.

The green mountains of Liangyi are beautiful through the ages, and the blood god is a dark and endless abyss.

There is a big banquet in the hunting sky to compete for superiority and inferiority, and the world of mortals is competing for superiority and inferiority.

The young man has passed away and it is difficult to look back, but he can only regret it.

Can't find it, can't go back.

I don’t want to do it, but I can’t stop.

Tianmo Ridge, Eastern Region City, Blood God Sect, Sword Tomb Road.

Mountains and rivers have changed their course, and hundreds of generations have changed.

Hall of Truth, Fengdu City, Twelve Squares of Dark Abyss. Walking through the ruins, it is difficult to see traces of the past.

There is no sky in the east and no sky in the west. Nan Xin Shu, Bei Yu Tian. Zhongyu Jiuzhou trillions.

It's another year of "Heroes", and the white-haired old man is driving in the bustling city, opening the curtain to see the newcomers. I saw bright lights hanging on the long street, beauties following talents, heroes talking about the world, they must be sleepless tonight!

Chu Siyuan, Zhu Hongtao, Wan Ke, Lingshu, Lei Jing, Manjian...

Never see each other again for life or death.

Ao Xinyan, Junior Sister Zi, Senior Uncle Ji, Emperor Xia Yu, Kong Miao Miao, Feng Xi...

How many people have you betrayed in your life?

Kui Lianghuang, Kong Fanning, Gong Nanfeng, Yin Xuetian...

It is sad and sighing to be unable to free yourself from a lifetime of obsession.

do not! Qingcang, the Tiannan Life and Death Ruins are still there. do not! The portrait of Kongyinxue hangs high in the ancestral temple. do not!

Kong Fan Ning, from now on there will be no death in the world.

do not! Yan Tingqiu, God's will plays tricks on people, people deceive God, and ultimately they deceive themselves.

do not! Yan Renhuan, Yan Huanyu, the Yama clan has never lacked its backbone.

do not! The Fourth Ancestor, there is inheritance in the world.

Farewell... Feng, your little phoenix, I will take care of it for you.

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White hair and beauties are buried in the green mountains, and the sky is covered with loess.

Who remembers the bones of heroes from those days buried beside the weeds beside the road?

The fishermen and woodcutters chatted and laughed by the river, and the wine houses reviewed books for thousands of years. The world of mortals is still there, and the new person replaces the old look.

All gone, joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, the human world is everywhere. "

Zhang Ruochen stopped by the river and looked towards the wasteland of the universe. The heavy fog was coming through the Beize Great Wall.

"Kong Le, go check out the Beize Great Wall."

【End! 】

Stand up, disperse, leave...

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Serialized for nine years, from July 3, 2015 to June 25, 2024. This story is about regret, persistence, madness, sadness, unwillingness, forgetfulness and not forgetting.