Chapter 604 Footprints on the Ancient Road, Emperor Cang in Heaven

The bluestone was stained with blood, which had dried up, leaving only a faint blood mark. I don’t know when it fell here, and I don’t know how long it had been stained.

But even if there was only a faint blood mark, it was still unimaginable.

The blood mark was filled with a halo, shining with the glow of the sunset, so bright that it was dazzling. From a distance, it seemed as if a golden crow was burning, with a sacred and majestic aura flowing.

Faintly, there was a trace of imperial glory flowing from the golden halo, like nectar, and like waves.

That was the blood of the emperor.

The blood of a quasi-emperor.

In other words,

There was a quasi-emperor-level existence on this ancient road who shed blood, broke his spear, was injured, and finally died.

Otherwise, this blood would not exist and would disappear the moment the emperor left.

Except for the heaven and earth, nothing else can carry the mark of such an existence.

They spanned the years and could not be guessed. There were traces of them everywhere, but there were no traces of them everywhere.

The blood of the emperor is unimaginable. One drop can flatten an area. Now, it can be carried by the bluestone on this ancient road.

It is conceivable that this bluestone must be an extremely extraordinary thing.

Jiang Huai was a little eager to move, wondering whether he should move a few pieces away.

At that time, he could use the mud on the embankment to pave a new road. Anyway, for other people, whether it is blue bricks or embankment soil, they are unbelievably hard, and even footprints cannot be left.

But he finally gave up this idea.

It's a bit of a thankless task.

These ancient bricks are just harder, and they have no other uses. From a pragmatic point of view, they are not of much help to him.

Although the purpose of Liu Village has always been to pluck feathers from passing geese, there is no need to demolish this ancient road for a few broken bricks.

It's impossible that the country boy, Gu Chen and others will each hold a brick as a weapon? !

In addition, there is another most important reason.

He was not sure whether this ancient road was related to the three dark emperors hidden at the end of the dam, and whether he would scare the snakes after demolishing it.

…

The bloodstains condensed into blue bricks, becoming more and more dazzling.

"Huh..."

A ball of blue flames like the aurora suddenly roared out from the dried bloodstains.

There was no sign, and it was very sudden.

"..."

Jiang Huai opened his mouth, but he was not too surprised, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago, but the fingers behind his back moved slightly and then dropped.

In an instant.

The flames that were originally only the size of a thumb directly spread into a raging fire.

The fire burned everything, forming a blooming lotus, brilliant and hot, burning people's hearts and lungs, and even the blue bricks that were as hard as fairy gold were easily corroded.

But no matter how hot this fire was, for Jiang Huai, it could still be extinguished with a wave of his hand.

But he did not take action, just looked at the surging fire curtain indifferently.

There was a little man inside.

Wearing a crown and a purple-gold robe, he was pure and flawless, and full of light.

The other person sat cross-legged in the flames, his eyes were closed, but his eyebrows were raised high, his eyes looked far ahead, his expression was melancholy, as if he was carrying the lives of the world on his back.

When he crossed this ancient road, the villain spoke up and reminded Jiang Huai that there were three emperors who were forever in the darkness, and he must be careful if he really set foot there.

In the past, he was caught off guard because he didn't know, and his body was worn away, leaving only a trace of regret to continue sinking here.

But regret is just regret after all.

One day, even the last bit of self-consciousness will eventually dissipate completely.

Although he couldn't see Jiang Huai's specific realm, he also knew that no one who could reach this ancient road was weak. Even if he didn't become an emperor, he had to surpass all the kings in the world.

Weak people are not qualified to set foot on this road.

"Thank you for your reminder, fellow Taoist, I will pay attention."

Looking at the flames, Jiang Huai paused for a moment and spoke slowly.

The voice fell.

The originally surging flames shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Very quickly.

The lotus flames that crossed the bluestone road became the size of a thumb again, and finally calmed down.

All around, the black fog was swallowing and the eyes could not see, but the dry bloodstain became more and more dazzling, like gilded gold.

Jiang Huai lowered his eyes slightly, retracted them, and continued to step deeper.

The ancient road was very long, and the layers of blue bricks spread far away, condensing countless spaces here, so deep that it was unimaginable.

Not long after he left.

A tall and handsome man suddenly appeared above the bloodstain.

The man's eyes were vicissitudes, and he looked at the direction where Jiang Huai left without saying a word. He just bowed slightly and saluted after the latter's figure completely disappeared from his sight.

The wind of the past and the present blew from the long river of time, and the ancient robe rustled.

The man's body slowly disappeared.

There was a drizzle of rain falling from the sky above the ancient road. Jiang Huai paused for a moment, turned around, looked at the man's disappearing figure, and sighed.

Time passed slowly, running through the past, present, and future.

In the long and overlapping interpretation, the king realm was like a horizontal sand, but the emperor was always rare, and it was unknown how many eras it would take to give birth to one.

And the owner of the blood mark was a quasi-immortal emperor.

To be precise, he was an old acquaintance.

The Footprint Emperor who had left a line of faint footprints on the embankment.

The other party left his own footprints on the embankment, reflecting the people who came later, but that was not actually the destination that the Footprint Brother arrived at.

In order to find the ultimate cause of the turmoil, the other party also reached the deepest dark heaven.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to alarm the three dark emperors who were still sleeping, and finally end up dead.

This is a legendary existence, but also an extremely tragic figure.

Looking at the perfect world, if we talk about who is the most miserable, at least in Jiang Huai's heart, Brother Footprint can definitely be ranked in the top three, and he deserves it.

As strong as the Lord of the Forbidden Zone and the Butcher, even if they have spent years and even with the guidance of Shi Hao, a quasi-emperor, they still failed to break the king and become the emperor. The glory of the emperor.

And Brother Footprint just relied on himself, following the three emperors Cang, Yu, and Hong, and stepped into the highest in the years when it was impossible to become an emperor. It can be seen that his talent is strong and his strength is unprecedented.

But such an existence standing proudly in the clouds did not even leave his own name.

If it weren't for the faint footprints on the embankment, future generations probably wouldn't know that such a figure had existed in the past.

But who can comment on merits and demerits?

He can't either.

Shaking his head, Jiang Huai put away his chaotic thoughts and came to the depths of the ancient road.

The ancient and heavy bluestone slabs have become bumpy and broken everywhere.

This is a dark place.

It's as dark as ink all around.

You can't see your fingers.

Even the edge of the universe is a small witch compared to it.

Similarly, there is no vitality here, and death and degeneration are the eternal truth here.

Although he moved forward silently, Jiang Huai couldn't stop thinking about it in his heart.

He wasn't thinking about Brother Footprints.

That was just an episode.

He was mainly thinking about the strange things he had just encountered in the cave.

Although Jiang Huai has never been a person who likes to make random guesses before he has sufficient evidence, he can't help but think about what happened just now.

The three dark emperors are Emperor Cang, Emperor Yu, and Emperor Hong.

Among them.

Emperor Hong is the best at refining weapons, and can be regarded as the ancestor of the refining lineage.

Even today's refining may have been created by Emperor Hong.

The origin of the ancient artifacts in the foreign land and the burial area came from his hands. It cost a great price, but the effect is also obvious. Let's not talk about the burial area for now, but the foreign land has successfully turned into a dark land.

That's a big domain!

There are countless people, across the sea of ​​​​boundaries.

But the other party is far from being able to hide from me.

However, if it is combined with the Tai Sui meat just now, there is a certain possibility.

But in this case.

One thing can be confirmed.

The three dark emperors may have known the existence of the Tai Sui meat mountain and the black heart, and there is even some cooperation between the two sides, but I don’t know how they cooperated.

…

I don’t know how long I walked forward.

The bluestone road that was originally scattered and full of swords and guns disappeared completely.

Instead, it was replaced by a large and boundless black territory.

It was vast and boundless, as if countless stars fell from the sky, extinguished their brilliance, and turned into this place together.

Being in it, you can feel the vastness of the world and the loneliness of the universe.

If you can occasionally see some plants crawling out of the cracks in the stone on the bluestone road, it is here that all life is truly extinct.

No grass grows, no leaves are left.

There is no breath or trace of any living thing. It seems that from the moment the world was born, no living creature has ever set foot here. It is a virgin land that has not been opened up.

But Jiang Huai knew it very well.

It is not that there is no life here.

It's just that from ancient times to the present, except for the three emperors Cang, Hong, and Yu, outsiders have turned into fertilizer for this vast black soil.

Going further, you will be close to the original and most basic truth.

It was also the first time that Jiang Huai walked so far.

Step by step.

Every step is a fleeting territory of billions of miles.

There was no wind around.

A white robe rustled.

Jiang Huai was tall and straight, charming, with a faint glow on his skin. He had an invincible aura. When his eyes flickered, it seemed as if countless rays of divine light shot out, piercing the darkness, desolation and desolation around him.

After becoming an emperor, he had reached a certain peak.

Too powerful, invincible, who could suppress him? !

The black mud-like territory slowly faded in Jiang Huai's sight, and it was almost at the end of this black land.

Soon.

A large area of ​​magnificent and majestic buildings appeared at the end of the horizon, rising from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, extremely magnificent.

Even if it was far away, the terrifying pressure emanating from the palace could still be felt.

Jiang Huai walked towards the palace step by step with a blank expression on his face.

Although this huge palace complex was extraordinary, it was nothing compared to the upgraded and renovated Liu Village.

The palace stretches endlessly, just like the border imperial pass that the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths used to block foreign invasions, except that the latter is much larger.

The palace complex is located on Zhou Mountain, and the sun and the moon should be hanging around it.

In the center is the main hall that is as huge as the Big Dipper, but it is already dilapidated.

Although it is built next to the mountain, it is suspended in the air, casting large shadows.

Arch bridges like full moons fall vertically from the bottom of the building, embedded in the black territory below.

The arch bridges are piled with large and small bones, scattered all over the ground, and he also saw bones of real dragons and phoenixes.

Where can the green mountains not bury the bones?

Jiang Huai knew.

Those huge buildings are the real heaven.

Or the first generation of heaven.

The oldest heaven,

and now, it should be called the dark heaven.

The creator of heaven is Cangdi, one of the three dark emperors, and the original master of heaven.

In the past, when heaven was at its peak, it was even older than the years of the emperor's fall. It was really a tribute to all nations, extremely powerful, with countless heavenly soldiers and generals.

But in order to become an emperor, Cangdi sacrificed all the heavenly soldiers and generals to the Skeleton Immortal Emperor on the other side of the boundary sea, and many of them were the top immortal king giants.

It is said: Those who do not obey the emperor's order should be killed.

Heavenly soldiers are immortals, and heavenly generals are kings.

It is conceivable that how many skeletons and corpses are scattered in the dark cracks of this huge palace complex? !

Jiang Huai's eyes sparkled, and all illusions were shattered.

At the bottom of the buildings in the Heavenly Palace, there is a sea of ​​bones, filled with corpses, rising and falling.

It is said that killing one person is a crime, and killing ten thousand people is a king, but the number of people who died here is like dust and sand, which is already countless. Even Jiang Huai couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

Death is inevitable.

But like this, slaughtering one domain after another, even if he can get the secret of becoming an emperor in the end, he is the only one left in the world. Looking up, the world is vast, what's the point?

Jiang Huai can't understand the thoughts of these crazy people.

If you are not weak in strength, wouldn't it be better to enjoy a good life? !

…

Along the way.

Jiang Huai has long blocked his breath.

He doesn't want to alert the enemy.

He is even more unwilling to show up too early.

This will affect his experience points.

The three dark emperors are just minions, that is not his goal.

The closer he gets, the clearer the details of this huge palace complex become.

Dust settled everywhere, and there were skeletons everywhere that could not be contained in the sea of ​​bones. They drifted here and were extremely old. It was unknown how long they had been silent.

In the center of the hall was an imperial throne.

There was a figure on it.

It was a white-haired old man.

He looked haggard, weak, and skinny with only a layer of skin left. He sat on the imperial throne with his head half tilted.

He wore a crown, but perhaps because he was too thin, the originally decent golden imperial robe was fat and loose, and looked extremely ill-fitting.

If he didn't know who it was.

Jiang Huai might have thought it was a dried corpse.

But it was precisely because he knew who it was.

He couldn't help but have a strange expression.

After entering the hall, Jiang Huai's eyes kept looking at the skinny figure on the imperial throne.

Emperor Cang.

The intention of challenging the heavens.

The virtue of dominating the heavens.

A genuine quasi-immortal emperor.

Since the beginning of the world, the oldest emperor, except for the Nine Nether Mastiff, founded the first generation of heaven and was one of the culprits who killed the Footprint Emperor.

The situation at this moment is very strange.

Although his whole body is endowed with the aura of immortality and eternity, his blood and qi have decayed to the extreme, even his flesh and blood have been worn away, leaving only a layer of skin hanging on. He is obviously immortal, but he is surrounded by death...

This is not normal.

The emperor, when he ascends the throne, should keep all parts of his body in the most sacred and full state.