Chapter 2850  : He is not Him

In the Original Realm, a figure sat cross-legged in one of the ruins continents. He was cultivating with his eyes closed.

Divine light wrapped around his figure. He sat in ruins, and his will enveloped the entire continent. He felt for the aura of this land’s original Heavenly Path.

The current world was separated into seven realms, but these people standing at the very peak knew that the seven realms were not the former ancient world. Only the Original Realm was formed by the world after the Heavenly Path had collapsed.

Now, standing in the Original Realm, he could already sense a shred of the original aura.

Just then, his brows furrowed, and then his eyes flew open. A shocking beam of divine light shot out, piercing the void. It shot toward an extremely faraway place. His eyes were like an indestructible and sharp sword.

There was a figure standing in the air outside of the continent.

This person was very handsome and charismatic. His body contained the emperor’s might, and he was extraordinary. He made people feel reverence merely by standing there as if he was born to be noble and peerless.

“Ji Wudao!” That cultivator’s eyes changed slightly. He was an ancient emperor and cultivated in the Human Realm before. After reaching enlightenment and returning, he came to the Original Realm. He wanted to study the shred of aura from the original Heavenly Path.

However, he actually encountered Ji Wudao here.

A bad feeling grew in his heart. Clearly, he sensed danger. Ji Wudao did not speak. The Nine Dragons’ true will appeared on his body, and he was instantly surrounded by the divine light of sun and moon. An incomparable natural phenomenon appeared in the sky. Golden flames wove through the clouds, and the illusory figures of various gods appeared in the dome of the sky, looking down.

And Ji Wudao himself looked down as a supreme lord of the sky. It was as if he had no opponents.

The beautiful light shone down from the sky, instantly flooding the continent. The Great Emperor had an uncomfortable expression. Paired with a huge bang, the entire continent shook violently and crumbled under the dazzling light. It was instantly wiped flat.

A burst of supreme might closed down. The Great Emperor knew that he wasn’t Ji Wudao’s match. Staring at Ji Wudao, he said, “You are already a heavenly king of this world. Your opponents are the Great Emperors of the Seven Realms. What’s the point of killing me?”

“My plane is still lacking a bit. Senior, please aid me in this,” Ji Wudao said. After he spoke, divine light enveloped the vast space. Ji Wudao extended his hand, and, instantly, unparalleled devouring force bloomed. All of the Divine Power was about to be swallowed up.

Kaboom... The frightening quaking sounds spread out. The land seemed to be caving in and collapsing. It was all swallowed up. The Great Emperor started retreating in the other direction. His body glittered with divine light to protect his body. He wanted to escape as a beam of light.

But the space was collapsing, and the sky was turbid. Under that immense power, it seemed that he would be within that hungry windstorm no matter where he went. The storm grew stronger and stronger. It swallowed up the sky, flooding the Great Emperor’s figure.

A moment later, the world returned to peace. It was as if nothing had happened, but the continent that had floated in the Original Realm was gone entirely. Not even a speck of dust remained. It was all swallowed up.

Ji Wudao took a step forward and left this place directly.

After this, similar things happened in other places.

News spread through the Outer Realms that the heavenly emperor of the current world was hunting the ancient gods that had returned.

It was very ironic. Those ancient gods had withstood countless years to wait for the right chance. They finally lasted until today, when they could reach enlightenment and return to the Path of the Emperors.

However, what awaited them was not their former glory.

The times had changed; the world had changed too. They became the target that others preyed on. Ji Wudao hunted ancient gods to strengthen his abilities. It seemed that the earlier information was not wrong. Ji Wudao—heavenly emperor of the current world—was like the Evil Emperor. He was extremely dangerous.

After the news spread, the ancient gods cultivating in the Original Realm all began to leave, returning to the Seven Realms. Ji Wudao’s hunting all occurred in the Original Realm. He still feared the Six Emperors of the other six realms, so he did not step onto their territory for a direct face-off. Instead, he hunted in the Original Realm.

Ji Wudao was already so frightening right now. What would he be like in the future?

If he reached enlightenment and fulfilled his Path, possessing the abilities of the ancient heavenly emperors, how big of a threat would he be?

It was said that the Human Ancestor and other Great Emperors were furious after learning of this. Ji Wudao was wildly provoking them. Some of the Great Emperors he hunted were ancient gods under them.

However, they couldn’t do anything about Ji Wudao.

That day, another uninvited guest came to the ninety-nine heavens.

The dark-robed man who had appeared in the Original Realm previously, riding the Golden Divine Dragon, stood before the ninety-nine heavens. He looked up at the sky, sensing the aura within, and said, “The heaven has died, but the new ruler has not risen yet.”

Many top figures in the ninety-nine heavens, including many returned ancient gods. They stared at the man who had come on the Golden Divine Dragon, and their pupils constricted. Some people even recognized the man and said, “Huatian the Great.”

The hearts of these ancient gods all jumped. He was still alive!

Huatian the Great was one of the top figures of ancient times. He had broken the Path to becoming emperor and had gone against the Heavenly Path. However, when the Heavenly Path collapsed, all the gods had fallen. World-slaying tribulations had fallen. The stronger the cultivator, the more difficult it was to survive. Thus, those leading figures had almost all gone extinct.

Huatian the Great was a supernatural Great Emperor. With his abilities, it would have been difficult to survive the world-slaying tribulations, but he still appeared at this moment. How could the ancient gods not be stunned?

Huatian the Great seemed not to hear the others’ words. He looked up to the sky and asked, “Who are you?”

All of the strong figures had shocked expressions. Huatian the Great had been one to fight against the Path. He was familiar with the Heavenly Path’s aura, yet he claimed that heaven had died, but the new ruler had not risen yet.

Now, he asked who the Heavenly Path was. What did he mean?

Could this Heavenly Path not be a remnant of the ancient Heavenly Path?

Was it a Heavenly Path created by another strong figure?

No one replied.

Ji Wudao’s figure appeared in the upper heavens and gazed down at Huatian the Great. “Senior, greetings from Ji Wudao,” he said.

He had devoured many ancient gods, including their memories. He knew many things, so he knew the name of Huatian the Great. He did not expect that such a strong ancient figure could return.

Huatian the Great glanced at Ji Wudao and said, “You have the heavenly emperor’s aura, so who are you?”

“I am Ji Wudao, the ruler of the Heaven Realm, lord of the Heaven Imperial Palace,” Ji Wudao answered.

“Descendant of the Deva.” A bit of sharpness flashed past Huatian the Great’s calm eyes. In that instant, every cultivator in the ninety-nine heavens felt an intense pressure. The pressure weighed down on Ji Wudao, but Ji Wudao resonated with the Heavenly Path. Divine light shone down, and the aura of the Heavenly Path enveloped Ji Wudao’s body.

That scene caused Huatian the Great to furrow his brows, and he said again, “And who is he? I can sense the aura left by the Heavenly Path, but he is not him!”

This completely shocked all the strong figures of the ninety-nine heavens. If “he” was not “him,” then who was he?