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Chapter 1693 The Emperor's Tragedy

The phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor dared not be careless. The starry Dao aura and the reincarnation Dao aura around his body erupted, and the Reincarnation Shield reappeared. This time, the Reincarnation Shield was more solid than before, with billions of life and death patterns flashing, exuding the majesty of controlling life and death. At the same time, the Reincarnation Emperor Sword in his hand also condensed again, with its blade shining brightly, ready to meet Ying Zheng's full-force attack.

"Reincarnation Emperor Sword, strike again!"

"Xianqin, suppress!"

The two figures clashed once again. Their confrontation, the clash between the black-gold dragon shadow and the Dao of Reincarnation, plunged the entire Reincarnation Immortal Palace into violent turmoil. Stars shattered, reincarnation was disrupted, and chaotic currents ran rampant.

This time, Ying Zheng held nothing back, integrating his Dao heart, origin, battle spirit, and the Dao of reincarnation into the Dragon Pattern Sword.

Although the phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor was powerful, it was ultimately just an afterimage with limited primordial power. After several consecutive all-out attacks, it had already exhausted a great deal of energy. The runes on the Reincarnation Shield became increasingly dim, and the Reincarnation Emperor Sword also began to tremble slightly.

In contrast, after breaking through his Dao Heart, Ying Zheng became more and more courageous in battle. The black and gold dragon shadow continuously absorbed the power of stars and reincarnation to replenish its own consumption, and the power of the battle halberd became more and more powerful. With each strike, the figure of the Reincarnation Emperor became more and more illusory.

After several rounds of fighting, the illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor let out a muffled groan, forced back several steps by the residual force of the battle spear, a crack appeared on his black imperial robe, and his aura instantly weakened by more than half.

Seizing the opportunity, Ying Zheng leaped into the air, his black-gold dragon shadow transforming into a streak of light. He roared, "Illusory Emperor, receive my final blow! The will of humanity is unstoppable!"

The Dragon Pattern Sword, carrying the power of the black and gold dragon shadow and all of Ying Zheng's Dao power, slashed fiercely at the phantom of the Samsara Emperor!

A hint of despair and unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the phantom Emperor of Reincarnation. He knew that he was powerless to reverse the situation, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat. All the original power in his body was unleashed. The Reincarnation Shield and the Reincarnation Emperor Sword merged into one, turning into a wall of reincarnation light, trying to resist this fatal blow.

"Bang!!!"

The Dragon Pattern Sword struck the Reincarnation Light Wall. After a loud crash, the light wall shattered. The Reincarnation Emperor Sword and the Reincarnation Shield dissipated into countless Daoist auras. The phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor trembled violently, becoming increasingly illusory. He looked at Ying Zheng, his eyes flashing with complex emotions—resentment, shock, and a barely perceptible hint of approval.

"Good...good human boy...good human will..."

The illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor spoke weakly, yet his voice still carried clearly throughout the land: "In the end, I underestimated the resilience of the human race... In the ancient times, if our ancestors had all been like you, perhaps... perhaps the gods truly would not have been able to enslave humanity..."

Ying Zheng, holding a battle halberd, stood in the void, his body covered in blood, yet his aura was overwhelming. He looked at the phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor and said in a deep voice, "Emperor, since you have already perished, why are you still so fixated on the hierarchy between the gods and humans? In the ancient war of the gods, the gods enslaved the humans, which was an act against the heavens, and their defeat was inevitable!"

The phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor grew increasingly ethereal. He sighed, his eyes filled with a sense of vicissitude: "I am a Divine Emperor, born into the divine ideology, believing that the divine race's supremacy over all other races is a matter of course. Before my death, I remained in the divine race's camp, ordered to harvest the souls of human rebels and cast them into the endless cycle of reincarnation, never to be reborn. But after my death, my remnant soul was imprisoned here by the origin of the Reincarnation Immortal Palace, observing the reincarnation of all races and the myriad aspects of life day and night, and only then did I gradually glimpse the true meaning of heaven and earth."

His power dissipated, making it increasingly difficult even to maintain his illusory form. His voice held a hint of regret: "The gods claim to be the rightful rulers of heaven and earth, yet they arbitrarily enslave all races with their innate advantages. Humanity, though weak, is the most resilient. When oppressed to the extreme, they fiercely resist. Even if mountains of corpses and souls are annihilated, no one is willing to bow down as a slave. I have guarded this Reincarnation Immortal Palace for countless years, watching humanity rise and fall from the ruins, never ceasing! I have cultivated in dire straits, only to understand that heaven and earth have no hierarchy, only the alternation of strength and weakness. Those who enslave all living beings will ultimately be devoured by them!"

"In the ancient war of the gods, although our divine race was victorious, we also paid an extremely high price!"

The Emperor's illusory aura weakened further, and the afterimages of the ancient war surged in his eyes. "Back then, the God Clan Emperor was so greedy that he not only extracted the essence and blood of humans to refine divine pills, but also wanted to refine the origin of humans to forge the foundation of eternal life. The great humans rose up in resistance, but because there were many top experts of the God Clan, they were defeated one after another. Countless human cultivators burned their souls and self-destructed, just to exchange for a sliver of life."

Ying Zheng's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "In the end, the human race still lost! Because there was no infusion of fresh blood!"

"The human race, that emperor from the ancient times!"

The Emperor's illusory figure suddenly raised his voice, as if recalling that earth-shaking figure, "When the human race was on the verge of extinction, he merged the remnant souls of thousands of fallen clansmen into himself, stepping onto the supreme divine path. That power far surpasses mine and all the other Emperors! He alone, with only a sword, stormed the Holy Temple of the Divine Race, slew three Divine Race Emperors, and finally fought a decisive battle with the Divine Race Emperor at the peak of the Nine Heavens!"

"In that battle, the heavens shattered, the Milky Way reversed, the divine temple was reduced to ashes, and the divine emperor was severely injured in the soul! The human supreme being also perished completely due to the exhaustion of his origin!"

"Finally, the 'rules' stepped in and completely smoothed things over!"

Everyone was deeply shaken!

The phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor looked at Ying Zheng with anticipation in his eyes, and suddenly a dazzling aura of reincarnation shone around him: "My remnant soul lingers here mainly to wait for someone who can inherit the legacy of reincarnation. I thought that what I was waiting for would be a god, but I did not expect it to be a human!"

"Very well, since you have won, then my legacy will be passed on to you!"

"My origin of reincarnation is hidden within the Samsara Immortal Palace, and the Samsara Seal can control the cycle of life and death. I will now pass on my entire legacy and the Samsara Seal to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient jade seal flew out from between the Emperor's illusory eyebrows. The jade seal was pitch black, with the Daoist charm of stars and reincarnation flowing through it. The seal surface was engraved with the patterns of the giant beast of reincarnation. It was the Reincarnation Seal!

The moment the jade seal flew out, all the scattered starlight and the Dao of reincarnation gathered together, transforming into a torrent that surged into Ying Zheng's brow. Within it lay the Reincarnation Emperor's lifelong understanding of the laws of reincarnation, as well as the secret methods for deducing the trajectory of reincarnation and wielding the power of reincarnation.

Ying Zheng felt a burning sensation between his brows, as countless pieces of information exploded in his mind...

And his cultivation level soared to the peak of Dao God!

He is just one step away from becoming a true Dao God!

Above the Dao Gods is the Emperor! The Supreme Emperor!

The true form of the Reincarnation Emperor is the Supreme Emperor Realm. In the ancient times, the God Race had three Emperors, who were the three Emperors who were killed by the Human Race Emperor!

"My remnant soul is about to dissipate. I will give you one last word." The illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor was almost transparent, his voice soft yet each word carrying immense weight, "The Reincarnation Seal is a treasure of Emperor level! You will know its mysteries in the future!"

"The other two emperors are the Netherworld Emperor and the Demon Emperor!"

"I hope you can inherit his legacy, haha..."

The voice of the Reincarnation Emperor finally disappeared, and even his phantom slowly vanished, as if he had never existed at all!

As the last stardust fell and merged with the Reincarnation Stone, the Daoist aura of reincarnation in the dilapidated Reincarnation Temple grew even stronger, and all the remaining runes lit up, slowly repairing the Reincarnation Immortal Palace!

Ying Zheng stood in the void, the Samsara Seal in his palm shimmering with light, a black and gold dragon shadow swirling around him. He turned to look at the crowd, his eyes unwavering: "Everyone, I entrust his Samsara Origin to you. From now on, we part ways. Cultivate diligently!"

"Don't let Song Yu down!"

Everyone responded in unison: "Understood!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a figure slowly walked out from behind, his aura weaker than the others. It was none other than Immortal Lord Tianyao!

After much deliberation, he decided to come and find out for himself, and in the end, he witnessed Ying Zheng's fierce battle against the illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor.

His eyes were filled with admiration. He stepped forward and bowed to Ying Zheng, saying, "My lord, Tianyao is willing to relinquish his position as an Immortal Lord and follow you, awaiting your command!"

Everyone turned to look at the sound, their faces filled with astonishment.

It is common knowledge that ordinary gods look down on humans, no matter how powerful they are. This deep-seated contempt is a common trait among almost every god!

"Do you know that with your strength, you might not be able to protect yourself if you follow me?"

Immortal Lord Tianyao raised his head, his gaze clear and resolute: "I know my cultivation is low, but I am willing to use my meager strength to accompany and protect the Emperor!"

Before the words were even finished, the entire Samsara Immortal Palace suddenly trembled violently. The broken roof quickly repaired itself, the broken dragon pillars were restored to their original state, the star-refined gold and the Samsara Stone fused seamlessly together, the Samsara Beast patterns on the palace gates shone brightly, the stars in the sky returned to their positions, the Samsara Dao rhythm surged like a tide, and the entire Immortal Palace was filled with spiritual light!

In just a few breaths, the Samsara Immortal Palace rapidly shrank, shrinking from its overwhelming presence to the size of a palm, and finally transforming into a token that slowly fell into Ying Zheng's palm.

Ying Zheng gripped the token, his fingertips able to sense the vast source of reincarnation within the Immortal Palace.

"Since you are willing to follow, the source of this Reincarnation Immortal Palace is rich and suitable for your cultivation. So go in and cultivate in seclusion."

Overjoyed, Tianyao Immortal Lord's eyes immediately lit up with joy. Then, his expression became even more solemn. He knelt down before Ying Zheng and his soul spontaneously manifested a divine slave contract mark. His tone was extremely respectful: "Tianyao is willing to serve as your master. I will be your divine slave for life, obeying your commands without regret, even unto death!"

Once the divine slave contract is formed, the soul is bound to the master, and the master will be loyal for life. His lack of reservation shows his utmost sincerity.

A hint of approval flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes. He raised his hand and waved it. The Reincarnation Immortal Palace token shone brightly, and a tiny portal phantom appeared: "Get up. Go inside and immerse yourself in comprehending the origin of reincarnation. Improve your cultivation as soon as possible. You will be of use in the future."

"Thank you, sir!"

Immortal Lord Tianyao respectfully rose, bowed deeply once more, and his figure transformed into a wisp of light, disappearing into the token's portal.

Upon entering the Reincarnation Immortal Palace, the rich essence of reincarnation immediately enveloped his body, replenishing his previous losses. Immortal Lord Tianyao dared not delay and immediately found a place where spiritual veins converged, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate in peace.

Upon seeing this, Song Qinghong and the others bowed to Ying Zheng, saying, "We will certainly devote ourselves to cultivation!"

They then drilled into it.