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Chapter 612: Chapter 366: Eight Hundred Thousand Years of Bitter Cultivation, Northern Emperor Surrenders

The starry sky.

The Long River of Clear Qi, floating beyond the mother star, slowly recedes, and the Jade Void Palace, with its golden bell suspended before it, also vanishes,

the vast starry sky seeming to return to peace.

Yellow Eyebrow, sealed within the lunar star, feels a chill in his heart—he does not know what transpired in that legendary Taoist Palace,

but he clearly sees the terrifying figures falling from within the Six Paths, each face bearing expressions of horror and confusion.

Obviously, something unimaginable had occurred.

"It’s getting more and more chaotic..."

Yellow Eyebrow murmurs, even though he managed to steal part of Maitreya’s true rhythm, successfully attaining the level of Daluo—he understands,

his level of Daluo, achieved through opportunism, is entirely different from the true self-attainment of a Daluo, like heaven and earth,

not to mention compared to formidable Daluo like Guang Chengzi and the Innate Five Emperors?

To speak frankly.

Yellow Eyebrow himself grew up listening to legends of the Innate Five Emperors and Guang Chengzi.

And there’s also the Eastern Prince.

"How has this great era expanded so rapidly?"

Yellow Eyebrow’s mouth is full of bitterness, completely unable to comprehend, according to the original expectations, at least three thousand years later, there should be a significant revival of True Spirits of the old era,

and at least eight thousand years hence, there should be double-digit numbers of True Spirits of Daluo descending...

But now it is completely different.

What has happened?

Yellow Eyebrow does not know, nor understand; he only silently watches.

Meanwhile.

Six Daluo wills are suspended in the starry sky, looking at each other, speechless for a long while.

After a time.

Guang Chengzi fixes his gaze on the palm print on Crimson Emperor Monarch’s face, suddenly letting out a cold laugh:

"Why is the Emperor Monarch not arrogant now?"

Crimson Emperor Monarch’s expression shows no change; people like them would not lose their composure or become enraged by a few words,

he only speaks in a deep tone:

"Indeed, I took a wrong step, and unexpectedly, that Celestial Venerate is truly seated within the Jade Void Palace..."

As he speaks, Crimson Emperor Monarch first makes a salute towards the direction of the mother star,

then turns back to look at Guang Chengzi, continuing:

"Does this mean that the sudden will of the Heavenly Dao is the work of the Jade Void lineage, an orchestration by the Primordial Great Celestial Venerable?"

Guang Chengzi raises an eyebrow, responds calmly:

"That has nothing to do with me, whether it is my master’s arrangement, I do not know either."

He pauses, then his gaze sharpens as he looks towards the four Innate Sovereigns and the Eastern Prince:

"I am curious, how did you gentlemen hide so deeply in the starry depths? Which Supreme’s arrangement is this?"

"Though my master does not ask, I must!"

In Guang Chengzi’s questioning voice there carries a chill of murderous intent, rising once more like a vast ocean, similar yet distinct from the earlier force.

Previously, he did not have the ability to face five Daluo at once—even if they were just fragments of True Spirit’s will,

similarly, his own state was not much better, in extreme weakness,

all his abilities could only reach near-Daluo level.

However.

Now Guang Chengzi has enough confidence.

All present Daluo remain silent, offering no reply, Guang Chengzi sees this and only sneers, saying coldly:

"Go back the way you came!"

With these words, he turns and leaves without looking back, entering the mother star.

After his departure,

the five Daluo silently retreat to the starry depths, neither resting to heal nor exchanging farewells,

they circle a broken star, laying down complex arrays,

then look at the star.

Crimson Emperor Monarch speaks heavily:

"Supreme Monarch, could it truly descend from the Jade Void?"

The broken star sways slightly, and in the dim light, another Daluo steps out silently, saluting the broken star.

The Innate Four Emperors and the Eastern Prince look towards him—it is he.

Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole.

The Northern Emperor also addresses the broken star as ’Supreme Monarch’.

Another moment of silence follows.

The six Daluo exchange glances, each unleashing their Supreme Treasures to form an array,

then the Northern Emperor draws down the Nine Netherworld from ten thousand years hence,

sealing all celestial secrets, and at this ’present node’, not even the Supreme Result, not even the Three Pristine Ones can penetrate or perceive.

From within the broken star, a vast voice emerges;

"Within the Jade Void Palace, it is not the Master of Jade Void."

Despite the array’s concealment and the suppression by Nine Netherworld, they cannot speak of ’Primordial Celestial Venerable’,

after all, he is the Cause of All Results, even mentioning his name, with all these protective techniques and the vital stone, may give him some sense of awareness.

At this, the Daluo wills all sigh with relief, relaxing their hearts,

Crimson Emperor Monarch swiftly asks:

"But the past has indeed changed..."

He points to the palm print on his face.

A dull voice comes from the broken star:

"Crossing time, finding the Master of Jade Void, it can still be done."

The Daluo are astonished, then squint, all seeming contemplative.

The Northern Emperor asks:

"Then who is seated in the Jade Void Palace?"

"A young fellow, a little friend."

The broken star responds:

"He has many names, now carrying the title of the one from Eight Sceneries Palace, holding the position of Buddha, even bearing the Celestial Emperor Celestial Position."

"His name is... Zhang Fusheng."

The Innate Four Emperors and the Eastern Prince remain puzzled, but Emperor Ziwei’s expression changes drastically:

"It is him??"

The nearby Daluo grow curious, the Innate Yellow Emperor asks:

"Does the Northern Emperor know this person?"

The Northern Emperor frowns tightly:

"We crossed paths a few times, brief encounters."

He briefly recounts the events in Yin Chang’an, suddenly a look of realization crosses his face: