Chapter 180 Qianling

Within the Qianling Mausoleum.

The war souls from the past, although no longer from the age of gods, had been nourished by the geomancer's treasure ground by Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng for a full millennium. Coupled with the Qianling's formations, they relentlessly bombarded, besieged, and drowned the god who supported the heavens.

The resurrected Emperor Gaozong of Tang, the Heavenly Emperor Li Zhi, no longer cared about the surroundings, lowering his gaze and reaching out to take his wife's hand.

Suddenly,

The soul of the famous general, relying on a mad dash to accelerate into a stream of light, sending out the weapon in his hand, froze.

The famous spear in his hand turned to dust.

Doubt and bewilderment surfaced on the general's face.

A huge palm stretched out, directly gripping his head, and then the five fingers closed, crushing the helmet of bright light armor and the head of the soul together into flowing light. The god who supported the heavens slowly rose, bearing the terrifying impact head-on, unharmed, and calmly and indifferently finished the unfinished words.

"I shouldn't have come..."

He said, "It's another waste of time."

The violent aura, the anger of being deceived again, finally turned into visible flames of authority.

The heavenly god, who had supported the sky for the common people of the Great Wilderness for five thousand years, appeared with bulging veins on his forehead and endless flames of anger. He stretched out his finger and pointed to the left, chuckling and whispering, "The Heavenly Emperor, Great Sage, Greatly Filial Emperor." Then he stretched out his finger and pointed to the right, muttering to himself, "The Sun and Moon in the Sky, the Great Sage Emperor Zetian."

An opponent who once walked alongside the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the same era, suddenly burst into angry laughter:

"Bullshit!"

"Sovereign, Emperor!"

"What qualifications do you have to bear the names of Emperor and Sovereign?!"

"What merits and achievements do you have to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?!"

He rose violently, throwing a punch.

As if the entire world twisted, the heavenly god who could bear and shoulder the weight of the sky, supporting the heavens and earth for all living beings, the original form of Pangu, his power materialized, swept past, and ten thousand Imperial Guards' souls in formation, along with the remnants of the true spirits of famous generals, seemed to be solidified into amber, and in the next instant, turned into dust.

The reincarnation of Zhujiuyin was ultimately Yuan Tiangang.

And not Zhujiuyin.

And the years of the Great Tang, after all, were already a thousand years away from the last brilliant age of gods.

Not to mention, the era of the Shan Hai Jing, so distant that the great sun reigned over the sky.

The entire imperial mausoleum sank.

The Qianling formation was instantly destroyed.

Chong's face was indifferent, he stood up, dusted off his body, and the playfulness and casualness on his face disappeared, replaced by solemnity.

Name - Chong.

Lifespan - Over ten thousand years.

Original Record - *Classic of Mountains and Seas*

Identity - Heavenly God of the Great Wilderness.

Confidant of the Celestial Emperor Dijun.

Minister and friend of the Human Emperor, one of the Five Emperors, Zhuanxu; also an irreconcilable enemy.

The Divine State's mythical concept - Pangu's prototype.

The embodiment of Pangu's power to support the heavens.

'The northwest sky collapsed, the southeast land sank; the heavenly god Chong supported the sky, and Li fixed the land.'

'Chong rose one zhang each day, and the sky rose one zhang each day. For five thousand years, the sky was extremely high, and the god then emerged.'

The god who had supported the weight of the sky for a full five thousand years had indifference in his eyes, without the usual casualness and jokes, only a trace of boredom and annoyance, and even the anger that had finally been stirred up, an unprecedented fury, even greater than when he learned of Zhuanxu's death.

He whispered:

"Zhuanxu, look..."

"Is this what the emperors of later generations are like?! Is this what the emperors of the Divine State are like!"

He walked out of the dust, throwing a punch, and the war souls of the famous generals in front of him also turned into dust. He walked slowly, murmuring to himself:

"You said, a sovereign, is one who is centered, bright, and magnanimous."

"Containing magnanimity and treading in the center, opening the hidden and spreading the laws, containing the supreme emperor, his benevolence is bright."

"Pointing to the sky and drawing the earth, mystifying and subtly connecting, brilliant and beautiful, immeasurable, only then are they qualified to be called sovereign."

"And virtue resembling heaven and earth is called Emperor."

He raised his head, looking ahead:

"Even Zhuanxu was only an Emperor, even Yu was only a King."

"Who gave you the qualifications and arrogance to dare to call yourselves Emperors?"

"Do you know the weight of these two words? Are you... insulting the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?"

"Without even the strength of the age of gods, you dare to be presumptuous before the weight of the sky?"

"To me, kneel!"

The last of the vassal kings' souls was beheaded.

Chong threw a fierce punch.

He once fought as the Fire Minister under Emperor Zhuanxu.

The god who once walked among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, in an era revered by heaven and earth, was finally enraged.

But he couldn't even distinguish where this anger came from—was it from the shame of being tricked, or from the anger at the slander of the names of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, or from the supreme respect that even he, as a god, had for the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors as enemies.

The names Sovereign and Emperor held extremely important significance for the beings of the age of gods.

In the end, it was as if heaven and earth had collapsed.

Chong reenacted the remnants of the northwest sky collapsing and the southeast land sinking.

Ten thousand Imperial Guards' souls instantly turned to ashes.

Immediately after, the wills of the true spirits of the ten great ministers dissipated.

In the next moment, the Heavenly Emperor Li Zhi tried to stop him, but his soul immediately disintegrated.

Because Chong's palm was pressed on his forehead.

Directly annihilating him.

The god who supported the heavens closed his five fingers, walked forward slowly, his tone indifferent.

"It's not you. Your soul doesn't have the tenacity of the true spirits of the age of gods, nor the solidification of unparalleled heroes. What a pity..."

"The wills of the war souls are strong, and their skills are skillful, but that's all. They were not born in the age of gods, and their foundations are insufficient."

"Ji Xuanyuan was just a carpenter born beside the Ji River, and Yu was the child of a criminal, convicted by heaven; born of humble origins but able to achieve great deeds, you are different from them, standing here only because you were born into the imperial family, because of your own bloodline or relatives and husbands. Not by relying on your own achievements, opening up a path that predecessors had not taken."

"Emperor, since ancient times, even in the age of gods, there have been countless rulers."

"Those who have obtained that title are only the Three Sovereigns, the Five Emperors, eight people in total."

"The leader of the human race is a King."

"And only those who open up paths that have never been taken before are Sovereigns and Emperors... not you."

Chong's voice paused: "Damn it... who created the title of Emperor."

"And who exactly made you think that you could also bear this title?"

He calmed down after a long time.

The majesty and heavy anger in his eyes subsided.

Replaced by the vicissitudes and weight unique to gods.

Pangu supported the heavens and earth.

Chong is the original form of this legend.

Five thousand years of suffering, five thousand years of burden, his true strength is unparalleled in the world, not comparable to the Four Fiends and Four Spirits.

Even the resurrected true spirit of Li Zhi was destroyed, and hundreds of thousands of Great Tang spirits were scattered, but for some reason, that woman did not turn to ashes in the first impact, but this was not a problem.

He waved his sleeve, and a second palm fell.

Just as he was about to kill her casually,

Chong suddenly sensed a strange aura.

His movements stopped abruptly.

His palm was only pressed on the woman's forehead, and the surging air waves only caused the woman's true spirit to fall into a deep sleep, into the deepest state. Chong frowned, originally thinking it was his own illusion, but suddenly he sensed that there was also a wisp of Undying Flower aura in her body, and he muttered in disbelief:

"Kunlun Undying Flower..."

"This is the most special one mixed in with so many Undying Flowers, the only one in ancient and modern times. Once it is picked, it is impossible to grow again, it is impossible to have two... unless... this woman has devoured the blood of that potter?!"

Chong widened his eyes, his five fingers slightly clenched, and his wrist flipped.

The method of 'Observing Heaven and Earth' was used to extract the woman's overflowing true spirit.

He watched the causal relationships like a drama, and the expression on his face gradually became complicated, gradually revealing a pleasant color. He took out a second pair of sunglasses, put them on the bridge of his nose, and the expression on his face changed from that deep, majestic, painful, and lonely look to a frivolous and indifferent one.

After recalling the scenes he had seen earlier, he supported his forehead with his right hand and suddenly burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha."

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

The heavenly god who had shouldered the heaviest responsibility in the world was as happy as a gossiper.

"Such an overbearing possessive desire, such pure hatred."

"Interesting, interesting. Only the myriad states of beings, love, hate, and affection, can be called the mortal realm. Shi Yi, what you have seen of the mortal realm is just a blind man touching an elephant, not knowing the whole picture. Only by watching the love, hate, and affection in life can one know what is truly in people's hearts."

"If that's the case, then giving this thing to you wouldn't be a loss."

The god who supported the heavens, one of the original forms of Pangu, took out an object.

It resembled dust and sand, but within that deathly silence, it carried endless power of creation.

It was the soil from which Nuwa created humans.

Chong did not hesitate to shake this thing off. Although the clumsy hands and feet he used to support the heavens were completely incomparable to Nuwa's slender fingers, it was at least better than the mud splattered by waving a whip. After a while, Chong looked at his own craftsmanship.

Forget it, this can't be used.

The god who supported the heavens, having turned into a gossiper after enduring five thousand years of hardship, took out his phone.

He opened a video app, figure videos.

"Hmm... mature woman style, nightclub style, queen style..."

"Kuudere, tsundere, tsun-tsun?"

"What is all this?"

"As expected of Nuwa's creation, the talent for sculpting clay is developed to such an outrageous extent."

He sighed, and with the learning ability of a god, Chong directly gave up on doing this himself, simply and neatly used magic to simulate it once, and finally a woman with raised eyebrows and picturesque eyes appeared, but for some reason, no matter how those eyes changed, they would always turn into the same appearance.

The color of the mud dissipated.

Turning into delicate skin, turning into a flowing skirt.

Chong directly threw Wu Zhao's true spirit into it.

The girl opened her eyes, and then fell into a coma.

Chong waved his sleeve and placed her in the coffin here, looking forward to the future, slowly getting up, shaking his body. Perhaps today's events had once again angered him, one might be a mistake, but two, three, clearly neither their capacity nor their merits were comparable to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, yet they had to bear the title that exceeded the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

For the beings of his era, this was a holistic insult.

A Sovereign is Nuwa creating humans, is Fuxi opening the sky; an Emperor is Xuanyuan establishing the world, is Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, even Yu the King determining the Nine Provinces.

They are the pioneers who opened up unprecedented paths for the people in the darkness.

Therefore, they are honored as the brilliant Sovereign of heaven and earth, and revered as the Emperor whose virtue matches heaven and earth.

He was finally enraged.

"As time goes on, the spiritual energy of the Divine State is decreasing, so the earliest one, is it the Emperor of the age of gods?"

"With merits exceeding the Three Sovereigns, and virtue surpassing the Five Emperors."

"Heh, allowing these 'Kings' of later generations, who have not established any achievements that predecessors had made, to bear the titles of 'Sovereign' and 'Emperor', Shi Huangdi, I want to see if you are worthy of such a title... Emperors of the age of gods, generals of the age of gods, don't disappoint me again. If the successor who defeated my Zhuanxu is only like this."

"Then, it would be too ridiculous."

He clenched his five fingers.

There was no smile on his face.

But when he thought of that friend, that mortal enemy, his movements paused.

He calmly added:

"This time, I will fight as a minister of the human race's Five Emperors, Zhuanxu's trusted aide."

ps: Today's second update... a buffer chapter.

The end of the Qin Dynasty was the end of the age of gods. How could Wu Zetian and Li Zhi, even Xuanzang and Chen Yuan, be as powerful as Chong, who had shouldered the sky for five thousand years? Lying down... there's one more update...