Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao-Chapter 4625 - : Twelve Lands of Death

Chapter 4625: Twelve Lands of Death

“That’s right.” Ge Qianqiu nodded, “If we don’t make a move, they won’t either. This is a fragile balance, but for the moment, it won’t be broken.”

Ling Han nodded in understanding. These rulers of danger zones pushed for the Yin souls to invade, so they definitely couldn’t sit by and watch. It was just that it wasn’t time for them to enter the arena yet.

At that time, it would definitely be a terrifying battle. It was unknown whether the Living Realm would be able to continue existing.

“Who exactly are these rulers of these lands of death?” Ling Han asked.

Ge Qianqiu pondered for a moment before replying, “Actually, I’m not sure either. This is because I’m not qualified to participate in such battles. When the ruler of the sea of blood and the others invaded, I was only a Saint. Only Xuan Taiyu faced them alone.”

Hold on!

Ling Han faltered for a moment before asking, “The rulers of these lands invaded a long time ago?”

“That’s right.” Ge Qianqiu nodded.

Ling Han was slightly confused, and he asked, “Even the Great Emperor is unable to kill them?”

The invasion had definitely been pacified. Otherwise, the Living Realm would have long since ceased to exist. However, the problem was that even the Great Emperor was unable to kill these rulers of these lands of peril. F***, these guys were really too awesome, weren’t they?

The appearance of the Great Emperor was synonymous with invincibility. He would be able to suppress an era, right until he died of old age.

Ge Qianqiu shook his head, “When these rulers of the Lands of Death battle, they have the support of the Land of Death behind them. No matter how heavy their injuries are, they can immediately heal. Furthermore, though I had not witnessed it at that time, I am sure that they are all Pseudo-Emperors. In fact, they are just a sliver away from becoming Emperor.”

“There are a total of 12 such rulers of the Twelve Lands of Death, and together with countless Yin Saints, they ganged up on Xuan Taiyu.”

“Although Xuan Taiyu finally pacified the invasion, he also suffered serious injuries. To say nothing of not being able to live a second life, in fact, not long after the battle ended, he couldn’t control his injuries and forcibly collapsed.”

Although the old man’s words were simple, incomparably tragic scenes appeared in Ling Han’s mind.

Xuan Taiyu, this Great Emperor… could practically be said to have died in battle!

The invincible Great Emperor had actually died in battle?

How could this be believed?

How could anyone accept this?

Pseudo-Emperors, no matter how awesome they were, they still had the word “Pseudo” in it. Could twelve Pseudo-Emperors compensate for the gap in power? Even if they were practically immortal existences.

Furthermore, twelve?

Ling Han counted, and there seemed to be only six danger zones that had appeared now, right? Did that mean that there were still six danger zones that had yet to appear?

Hold on, Yang Yihuan, Feng Miaoling, and the others all corresponded to a particular Land of Death, right?

So, now, there were actually seven danger zones that had already appeared?

“Senior, could these rulers of the Lands of Death be the sons of Great Emperors?” Ling Han asked. That was because he was certain that those like Di Wuji and Tong Ming were definitely the sons of Great Emperors.

Ge Qianqiu nodded, “This old geezer also has that deduction, but also can’t quite figure it out. The Demon Wolf Imperial Clan and Black Sunflower Imperial Clan clearly already exist in this world, so why would there suddenly appear an inheritance from a Land of Death?”

Moreover, they had actually caused serious damage to Pseudo-Emperors or even a Great Emperor, and even the Great Emperor was unable to kill them?

Ling Han still felt like he was in a dream.

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Could it be that Xuan Taiyu hadn’t stabilized his cultivation level of Great Emperor at that time, and his cultivation level hadn’t reached the level of a true Great Emperor?

“Senior, which era did the Great Emperor Xuan belong to?” Ling Han asked.

Ge Qianqiu smiled, and said slowly, “The one closest to the present generation.”

What!

Ling Han suddenly recalled that a great battle had once erupted in tens of millions of years, causing a lapse in history.

Could it be?

“At that time, Xuan Taiyu had just become Emperor, and he hadn’t even forged an Imperial Weapon yet, much less created an Imperial Scroll, when the rulers of the Twelve Lands of Death started a great war,” Ge Qianqiu said.

“I believe that if Xuan Taiyu was given a few hundred years’ time, the outcome of the battle would be completely different.”

The old man sighed, appearing very regretful.

He and Xuan Taiyu could be considered lifelong rivals, but at the same time, they were also friends who appreciated each other’s talent.

No wonder.

At least, it could just barely explain Xuan Taiyu’s death in the end. This Great Emperor didn’t even leave behind an inheritance.

“Young friend Ling, in this generation, it will be up to you.” Ge Qianqiu looked at Ling Han smilingly, “The rulers of the Lands of Death are restless again. I guess that in the battle with Xuan Taiyu, they too suffered a massive blow, and have been recuperating all this while. And now, they are about to recover completely.”

“When that time comes, that scene from tens of millions of years ago will repeat itself.”

The pressure was huge.

Ling Han smiled, and said, “Senior is already a Pseudo-Emperor, so your hopes of becoming Emperor should be far above mine.”

Yet Ge Qianqiu shook his head, “I have already fought for it once. Without good fortune on my side, no matter how many times I try, there is no way I can become Emperor.”

Going by that theory, Buddha Doga couldn’t possibly become Emperor, right?

They only had two Pseudo-Emperors on their side, while the Netherworld had twelve on their side. What kind of gaping gulf was this?

Ling Han nodded. He had to become Emperor!

Although Ge Qianqiu was a Pseudo-Emperor, he had already lost the possibility of taking one step further. The only thing he could do now was impede the Lords of the Lands of Death, preventing them from making a move on Ling Han, giving Ling Han time and space to grow.

“Go on,” Ge Qianqiu said. “This old geezer wants to reminisce about my old friend.”

“All right.”

Ling Han returned to meet up with Brother Monkey and the others. He first returned to Nine Suns Holy Land.

When he returned, he related his conversation with Ge Qianqiu. Everyone was stunned, and similarly felt a mountain of pressure.

Pseudo-Emperor … as many as twelve! In fact, these Pseudo-Emperors were strong to the point of being able to take down a Great Emperor.

“So the weakening of the North Heavenly Realm is actually due to the great war between Xuan Taiyu and these rulers of the Lands of Death!” Realization dawned on all of them.

The overall level of cultivation of the North Heavenly Realm was lower than other Heavenly Realms. It was said that this had begun tens of millions of years ago. Now that they made a comparion, the answer to this mystery was naturally clear.

Because of the invasion of the Yin souls, it greatly affected the fortune of the North Heavenly Realm. It was despised by Heavenly Realm, so the world of cultivation naturally did not prosper.

“We have to hurry up and cultivate.”

The situation was too tense. Once the Lords of the Twelve Lands of Death recovered from their injuries, and launched an all-out invasion, how would they be able to stop it?

In the past, they had been blocked because a Great Emperor had sacrificed himself. Now, there was no Great Emperor in this world, so how could they be blocked with just two Pseudo-Emperors?

Afterward, there was still good news, because the cultivation resources of the various Imperial Clans were gradually delivered.

However, there was naturally no holy flame inside, so it was impossible for Brother Monkey and the others to benefit.

Moreover, this was originally meant to be gifted to Ling Han — though the members of the various Imperial Clans were all very reluctant.

Ling Han began to refine these resources, and there was still a question in his mind.

That was the Divine Stone.

After the other Great Emperors died, they wouldn’t leave behind any Divine Stone or whatnot, that could actually form an inner world.

Moreover, taking into account Ding Shu and the others, there were a total of seven Genesis Worlds.

This was too strange.

Ling Han didn’t tell Ge Qianqiu, nor did he ask him about it, because the latter definitely wouldn’t know either.