The Wen Dynasty is about to rise again.

This is absolutely news that would shake the Nine Heavens and the earth; if it spreads, people can hardly imagine what kind of storm it will stir up.

In the dark.

Shadow, Chi, muttered to herself, "The Ninth Ancient Road…"

She lowered her eyelids, glanced at the manual in her hand, and was hesitating whether or not to write down the third sheet.

The Ninth Ancient Road, requesting support.

But if she did that, it might break their original plan and cause the years-long hibernation of all Shadows to collapse completely.

"I understand now, Wen Yuqing is kneeling deep within the Ninth Ancient Road, so… Chen Pingping's lineage is planning to tear open a breach here and fight their way straight into the depths." Someone drew a conclusion, expression heavy.

"Not necessarily. There's long been a rumor that the Wen Yuqing kneeling deep within the Ancient Road is just a smokescreen, an illusion. The real Wen Yuqing has likely already left that place and is heading toward the Ancient City. Chen Pingping is her chief Disciple, he can't possibly not know that, right?"

"You mean? The Wuji Sect is launching a full-scale assault on the Ancient Road?"

"Uh… they probably don't have that kind of strength yet…"

"Then why?"

"Could it be because of… the Investiture of the Gods?"

The news had already reached here a year ago. Back then the entire Ancient Road was in an uproar and boiling; many young geniuses wanted to turn back and head to the Southern Diaspora to investigate.

Unfortunately, there were too many opportunities appearing at that time, they simply couldn't get away!

Besides, the Investiture of the Gods is just some vague, illusory thing; no one has ever seen it. Whether it even exists still needs to be verified.

It's just that, looking at the current situation, people subconsciously thought of the Investiture of the Gods. Then they looked at the officers of the Ancient Road relay station… it did seem to show some signs.

At this moment, an old man spoke the truth: "The Ancient City Alliance has drawn up a must-kill list, entirely targeted at Chen Pingping's lineage. So… the matter of the Investiture of the Gods might be real."

There was a saying.

This era, the Human Clan lacks far too many things.

Supreme experts, invincibles, powerful forces, and even some terrifying foundations.

But in this era there is a Chen Pingping, and there is also a Wen Yuqing. Above the Heavens and the myriad worlds, they are called 'variables.' Not only that, a new generation of Human Emperor is also growing; perhaps in the near future, the Human Emperor will face the Heavens.

Right at this point in time, the Investiture of the Gods, which had slumbered for countless ages, emerged into the world.

Does this signify something?

No one knows.

The Divine Clan above the Heavens and the myriad worlds is starting to panic now, no longer possessing their former composure and calm. Thus, they drew up a must-kill list, intending to slaughter everyone from Chen Pingping's lineage, to erase these so-called variables back into the crowd.

"The Investiture of the Gods, does it really exist? Can it really confer divinity?"

"It probably can't." Someone shook their head. "The Investiture of the Gods has already existed, standing above the Heavens and the myriad worlds. If it could confer divinity, the Human Clan's forebears should have become gods long ago."

"Could it be because they were suppressed by the Divine Clan?"

The Human Clan's forebears have always been moving forward: Sword Immortals, Human Emperors, Human Heaven Emperors, Human Emperors—they each lived facing death, striding forward without fear.

There were even many invincibles who spent their entire lives campaigning, just to enter the Heavens, achieve Divine Enthronement, suppress the Divine Clan, and open up an immortal flourishing age for the Human Clan.

But over the endless years, no one has succeeded to this day. Without exception, they all fell along the way, dying miserably, and many were even devoured by the Divine Clan as food.

"This is the most barren era, and also the most impoverished era. The Human Clan has no Great Emperor and stands on the brink of annihilation, but… there is a Chen Pingping, and the Investiture of the Gods emerges because of this, which heralds that the Human Clan is about to stride toward immortality." A young man muttered, and the next moment, a cold radiance suddenly burst from his eyes.

The others all turned to look over.

The young man stepped out one step at a time. "Every cultivator who wants to verify the Tao must face a situation of living by walking into death. I'm tempering myself. I won't let Chen Pingping of the Human Clan fight alone, and I won't disappoint my lord."

"Who is this guy?" The others were stunned.

They were chatting just fine, what kind of foolishness is this?

The powerhouses of the relay station on the Ancient Road—are they people they can face?

"It's him…" A delicate-looking girl recognized the young man, her pupils abruptly shrinking.

"Who?"

"The Northern Demon Emperor, Wuxian."

He had already grown up, his childishness shed. In its place was a resolute face, a burly body, and eyes as deep as the starry sky.

Seeing this "Demon Emperor" step out, many hearts trembled.

There were rumors that when Wuxian of the Northern Border first stepped out, he was still a child, and was later abandoned by Guang Xiaoyu, that is, Lord Demon Emperor.

He was left alone to wage war in the Northern Border.

Those years, the Northern Border was strewn with corpses, rivers of blood flowed, and the entire sky was thick with the stench of blood, like a living hell.

Later on, news about the Demon Emperor grew fewer and fewer—perhaps because the slaughter lessened and the Demon Emperor gradually wrested control of the Northern Border, or perhaps because…

He'd grown weary.

In any case, across the Nine Heavens and the earth, the tales of Demon Emperor Wuxian of the Northern Border absolutely can't compare to those of the Wuji Sect and Chen Pingping. But… when it comes to the word "inspirational."

The first name that pops into people's minds is definitely the Northern Demon Emperor.

Not far away!

Yue Wuxia narrowed her eyes halfway, a grin on her face. "Kid Wuxian."

Chen Shixian secretly smacked his tongue. "Haven't seen him for so many years, and he's actually become this strong."

The Demon Emperor was tall and powerfully built, his gaze deep. He wore only a simple beast-hide garment, half his torso bare, and his muscles like coiled dragons stood out clearly.

A bit dark yellow, tending toward black.

But that color, by coincidence, gave people a strong sense of power.

Thick black hair fell down over his shoulders.

From the back, he was as steady as Mount Tai…

He walked forward step by step, then… smashed a fist toward this place. Surging Power Path exploded, and like a wild beast he charged ahead, his entire being filled with a savage aura.

Liu Qianyan said coldly, "Kill him."

But Bai Yi beside her only smiled. "Another two-star guy. Good, they're all here to send young master more merits."

He had no weapon—never has. He only had a pair of fists, and in the slaughter of the Northern Border, who knew how many powerful Divine Weapons he'd crushed and how many terrifying Demon Race powerhouses he'd beaten to death.

Now…

His fists landed one after another on the Golden Soldiers.

What was moving was that, as his Power Path exploded, his fist intent actually shattered the Golden Armor by sheer force.

The faces of the soldiers in front changed dramatically, their expressions twisting. Feeling the power contained in the Demon Emperor's fists, they couldn't help but feel horrified.

Crash!

Dozens of Golden Soldiers charged over.

Yue Wuxia laughed. "Go for it, Wuxian, take them down."

The Northern Demon Emperor Wuxian had grown up from a sea of blood. The Power Path his fists could unleash was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

Even surrounded by dozens of powerful Golden Soldiers, he remained unhurried, his arms opening and closing wide, slaughtering with the imposing might of a Demon Emperor descending upon the world.

After just a few exchanges, the Golden Soldiers were either heavily injured or dead, without exception collapsing to the ground, losing all combat strength.

Only one Demon Emperor remained there, body like a mountain. His robust muscles, under the shroud of sunlight, were coated with a faint layer of golden hue.

Interwoven with the original dark yellow, it added a few degrees of sanctity for no reason.

"From this moment on, the Northern Demon Emperor will campaign on the Ancient Road. I will slaughter my way through the Ninth Road." The Demon Emperor opened his deep eyes, staring at Bai Yi and Liu Qianyan ahead.

Everyone was shaken. "So strong."

Yue Wuxia muttered, "This brat, he's stolen all my limelight, damn it!" However… she swept a glance toward the Ancient City and smiled inwardly. "It's just a few big-headed soldiers. When someone in the Quasi-Emperor Realm comes out later, the limelight will still belong to this young lady."

Shadow, Chi, quickly tore out a blank sheet and wrote a line: "Northern Demon Emperor Wuxian has taken the field, requesting support."

No relay station on any Ancient Road can be taken lightly.

This was information she had gathered over many years of infiltration…

Bai Yi sneered repeatedly. "You're quite arrogant, huh? Barely grown your hair, and you want to slaughter your way through the Ninth Road?"