After 100,000 Years of Slumber, the Supreme Emperor Returns to Slay Gods and Demons!
"Master, I... I can no longer defend Yijing Sect..."
The shrill cry, like a poisoned icicle, pierced Chen Moyan's spiritual consciousness.
He snapped his eyes open. The cold of the stone bed seeped up from his neck, spreading across his entire body. His temples throbbed violently, and countless fragmented images exploded before him: the ever-blooming petals of the silver osmanthus tree soaked in blood; the deadly malice hidden in the starlight during his ascension; and that golden mist—like an airtight net, accompanied by the sneer of a mechanical voice: "Host qualification verified. Forced hibernation activated!"
"Cough—"
A metallic taste welled up in his throat. Chen Moyan propped himself up on the stone bed, and the old wooden frame let out a harsh, creaking sound, like the whimper of a dying monster. His gaze fell on the mottled stone walls; the runes, faded to gray-black, looked like skin gnawed away by time. A half-rotted futon in the corner was stained with dark brown marks—whether blood or mold, it was impossible to tell. The scent of sandalwood mixed with the residue of spiritual energy made him frown. This was not the Ice Sea Cliff in Canglan Realm where he had secluded himself!
What chilled him even more was the state of his body.
Once, his Supreme Emperor's power had surged like a mighty river; now, only faint glimmers lingered in his meridians—like the last embers after a storm, barely enough to gather a wisp of spiritual energy. The white light that flickered at his fingertips died out as soon as it appeared, and his empty dantian throbbed with sharp pain. His cultivation—was gone!
"What's happening?"
Chen Moyan brushed his fingers over the sword scar on his brow—a memento from his decisive battle against Canglan Realm's sovereign 20,000 years ago. The moment his 指尖 touched his skin, bloodied images flooded back: the Yijing Sect plaque split in two; his disciples' soul lamps extinguished one after another; a figure in a golden-patterned Dao robe sneering at him, with flames and screams filling the sky behind them.
[Hum—]
A cold mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind. A faint blue light screen materialized out of thin air, tinting his pupils blue:
[Eon-Long Dao Lord Interface Activated]
[Name: Chen Moyan]
[Realm: Mortal (Supreme Emperor Origin Unactivated)]
[Lifespan: 120,000+ years (99,997 years consumed in slumber)]
[Notification: 100,000 years have passed since your ascension. Yijing Sect was destroyed 99,997 years ago by the joint forces of the Seven Great Holy Sects. The Ten Disciples' whereabouts are unknown!]
100,000 years?!
Chen Moyan's pupils contracted sharply. His fingers clenched tightly around the edge of the stone bed, sending chips of stone flying. Memories surged: his eldest disciple Xiao Qianjue, carrying a heavy sword, vowing, "After Master ascends, I will guard Canglan Realm for you"; his second disciple Su Qingxue, smiling as she held a Qi-Gathering Pill, her cinnabar mole glowing in the alchemical fire; his third disciple Gu Changge, kneeling on the Star Platform, wishing, "Once I master the Flowing Cloud Immortal Technique, I'll cut down a star as a gift for Master"...
These images shattered into blood-red dust in an instant. Xiao Qianjue's heavy sword stuck in the ground, Su Qingxue's broken alchemical cauldron, Gu Changge's blood-stained sword tassel—they circled repeatedly in his spiritual consciousness, churning his blood and qi.
"The Seven Great Holy Sects..."
The words ground out through his teeth, cold as shards of ice. Chen Moyan's eyes turned a terrifying red, flames of destruction blazing in their depths. Just then, the light screen refreshed, and a scarlet quest panel seared his vision:
[Main Quest: Retrieve the Ten Disciples (0/10), Collect the Ten Primal Artifacts (0/10), Destroy the Seven Great Holy Sects, Open the Earth Portal!]
[Side Quests: Explore the Qingqiu Ruins (0%), Activate the Supreme Emperor Origin (0%)]
[Current Clue: Eldest Disciple Xiao Qianjue is trapped in the Blood Prison Star of the Demon Realm, reduced to a puppet of the Soul-Eating Demon Lord!]
A puppet?!
Chen Moyan shot to his feet. His black icy silk robe billowed without wind, and the hidden lotus patterns of Yijing Sect on his cuffs glowed with a cold silver light. He stumbled toward the stone chamber's door; the heavy stone slab shattered with a thunderous crack under his palm. In the corridor beyond, night pearls cast a faint cyan glow, and the murals of ancient cultivators slaying demons overlapped with the blood-soaked memories in his mind.
As he passed through a faint purple barrier of concentrated spiritual energy, the bronze cauldron in the center of the hall suddenly trembled. The character "Su" carved into its surface flared with red light. Chen Moyan stepped forward quickly and picked up the broken pieces of an alchemical cauldron beside it—it was Su Qingxue's most prized possession. A shard of the cauldron cut his finger; the moment his blood dripped onto it, a dying thought surged into his spiritual consciousness:
"Master... The Seven Great Holy Sects attacked us treacherously... Senior Brother Qianjue was captured and taken to the Demon Realm... Save him..."
"Qingxue!"
Chen Moyan gripped the cauldron fragments tightly, his knuckles white. The bond between master and disciples—unextinguished even by 100,000 years of slumber—turned into scorching magma in that instant, searing his internal organs. He turned and rushed toward the hall's exit. Sunlight pierced the darkness, and under the deep purple sky of the Divine and Demon Continent, the stars shone like countless watching eyes, gazing at the emperor who had slept for eons.
The howls of monsters carried on the wind, mixed with the unique stench of blood from the Demon Realm. Chen Moyan curled his lips into a cold smile and tucked a small purple flower he had just picked into his collar—it looked exactly like the wild chrysanthemums on the hills behind Yijing Sect.
[Main Quest Updated: Travel to the Blood Prison Star of the Demon Realm to Rescue Xiao Qianjue (Danger Level: SSS)]
The moment the mechanical voice faded, the remaining Supreme Emperor Origin in Chen Moyan's body suddenly trembled. The faint glimmers in his meridians began to converge, and a weak yet overbearing aura spread from him. His black robe fluttered violently, the lotus patterns glowing as bright as the sun. He took a step forward, toward the dense forest ahead—each step shaking the earth.
"100,000 years," he murmured softly, his voice cold enough to shatter the void. "Seven Great Holy Sects... Are you ready to face my wrath?"
"Qianjue, Qingxue, all my disciples... Your master has returned!"
In the distant forest, the roars of monsters grew closer. Chen Moyan's eyes blazed with an astonishing light—the bloodthirst and arrogance of a supreme emperor, the rekindled flames of war after 100,000 years of slumber!
This time, he would crush the Demon Realm. He would wash the Holy Sects in blood. He would find all his disciples!
This time, no one could stop Chen Moyan—the returned Dao Lord of Ten Thousand Eons!
A metallic taste welled up in his throat. Chen Moyan propped himself up on the stone bed, and the old wooden frame let out a harsh, creaking sound, like the whimper of a dying monster. His gaze fell on the mottled stone walls; the runes, faded to gray-black, looked like skin gnawed away by time. A half-rotted futon in the corner was stained with dark brown marks—whether blood or mold, it was impossible to tell. The scent of sandalwood mixed with the residue of spiritual energy made him frown. This was not the Ice Sea Cliff in Canglan Realm where he had secluded himself!
What chilled him even more was the state of his body.
Once, his Supreme Emperor's power had surged like a mighty river; now, only faint glimmers lingered in his meridians—like the last embers after a storm, barely enough to gather a wisp of spiritual energy. The white light that flickered at his fingertips died out as soon as it appeared, and his empty dantian throbbed with sharp pain. His cultivation—was gone!
"What's happening?"
Chen Moyan brushed his fingers over the sword scar on his brow—a memento from his decisive battle against Canglan Realm's sovereign 20,000 years ago. The moment his 指尖 touched his skin, bloodied images flooded back: the Yijing Sect plaque split in two; his disciples' soul lamps extinguished one after another; a figure in a golden-patterned Dao robe sneering at him, with flames and screams filling the sky behind them.
[Hum—]
A cold mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind. A faint blue light screen materialized out of thin air, tinting his pupils blue:
[Eon-Long Dao Lord Interface Activated]
[Name: Chen Moyan]
[Realm: Mortal (Supreme Emperor Origin Unactivated)]
[Lifespan: 120,000+ years (99,997 years consumed in slumber)]
[Notification: 100,000 years have passed since your ascension. Yijing Sect was destroyed 99,997 years ago by the joint forces of the Seven Great Holy Sects. The Ten Disciples' whereabouts are unknown!]
100,000 years?!
Chen Moyan's pupils contracted sharply. His fingers clenched tightly around the edge of the stone bed, sending chips of stone flying. Memories surged: his eldest disciple Xiao Qianjue, carrying a heavy sword, vowing, "After Master ascends, I will guard Canglan Realm for you"; his second disciple Su Qingxue, smiling as she held a Qi-Gathering Pill, her cinnabar mole glowing in the alchemical fire; his third disciple Gu Changge, kneeling on the Star Platform, wishing, "Once I master the Flowing Cloud Immortal Technique, I'll cut down a star as a gift for Master"...
These images shattered into blood-red dust in an instant. Xiao Qianjue's heavy sword stuck in the ground, Su Qingxue's broken alchemical cauldron, Gu Changge's blood-stained sword tassel—they circled repeatedly in his spiritual consciousness, churning his blood and qi.
"The Seven Great Holy Sects..."
The words ground out through his teeth, cold as shards of ice. Chen Moyan's eyes turned a terrifying red, flames of destruction blazing in their depths. Just then, the light screen refreshed, and a scarlet quest panel seared his vision:
[Main Quest: Retrieve the Ten Disciples (0/10), Collect the Ten Primal Artifacts (0/10), Destroy the Seven Great Holy Sects, Open the Earth Portal!]
[Side Quests: Explore the Qingqiu Ruins (0%), Activate the Supreme Emperor Origin (0%)]
[Current Clue: Eldest Disciple Xiao Qianjue is trapped in the Blood Prison Star of the Demon Realm, reduced to a puppet of the Soul-Eating Demon Lord!]
A puppet?!
Chen Moyan shot to his feet. His black icy silk robe billowed without wind, and the hidden lotus patterns of Yijing Sect on his cuffs glowed with a cold silver light. He stumbled toward the stone chamber's door; the heavy stone slab shattered with a thunderous crack under his palm. In the corridor beyond, night pearls cast a faint cyan glow, and the murals of ancient cultivators slaying demons overlapped with the blood-soaked memories in his mind.
As he passed through a faint purple barrier of concentrated spiritual energy, the bronze cauldron in the center of the hall suddenly trembled. The character "Su" carved into its surface flared with red light. Chen Moyan stepped forward quickly and picked up the broken pieces of an alchemical cauldron beside it—it was Su Qingxue's most prized possession. A shard of the cauldron cut his finger; the moment his blood dripped onto it, a dying thought surged into his spiritual consciousness:
"Master... The Seven Great Holy Sects attacked us treacherously... Senior Brother Qianjue was captured and taken to the Demon Realm... Save him..."
"Qingxue!"
Chen Moyan gripped the cauldron fragments tightly, his knuckles white. The bond between master and disciples—unextinguished even by 100,000 years of slumber—turned into scorching magma in that instant, searing his internal organs. He turned and rushed toward the hall's exit. Sunlight pierced the darkness, and under the deep purple sky of the Divine and Demon Continent, the stars shone like countless watching eyes, gazing at the emperor who had slept for eons.
The howls of monsters carried on the wind, mixed with the unique stench of blood from the Demon Realm. Chen Moyan curled his lips into a cold smile and tucked a small purple flower he had just picked into his collar—it looked exactly like the wild chrysanthemums on the hills behind Yijing Sect.
[Main Quest Updated: Travel to the Blood Prison Star of the Demon Realm to Rescue Xiao Qianjue (Danger Level: SSS)]
The moment the mechanical voice faded, the remaining Supreme Emperor Origin in Chen Moyan's body suddenly trembled. The faint glimmers in his meridians began to converge, and a weak yet overbearing aura spread from him. His black robe fluttered violently, the lotus patterns glowing as bright as the sun. He took a step forward, toward the dense forest ahead—each step shaking the earth.
"100,000 years," he murmured softly, his voice cold enough to shatter the void. "Seven Great Holy Sects... Are you ready to face my wrath?"
"Qianjue, Qingxue, all my disciples... Your master has returned!"
In the distant forest, the roars of monsters grew closer. Chen Moyan's eyes blazed with an astonishing light—the bloodthirst and arrogance of a supreme emperor, the rekindled flames of war after 100,000 years of slumber!
This time, he would crush the Demon Realm. He would wash the Holy Sects in blood. He would find all his disciples!
This time, no one could stop Chen Moyan—the returned Dao Lord of Ten Thousand Eons!