studiobondurri Chapter 867: Li Shenhuang
Chapter 867: Li Shenhuang
Chapter 867: Chapter 867: Li Shenhuang Xu Lai’s words.
Like a sudden clap of thunder on the flat ground.
It startled Sikong Jiu, the Qingfeng Sword, and the Chaos Three-leaf Clover all at once.
The Eight Desolate Cauldron was even breathing heavily.
It realized something, and trembled, saying: "Great Emperor, are you... there?"
No response.
The Eight Desolate Cauldron’s voice choked: "Great Emperor, you must be here! I believe you are still alive, I have always been waiting for you."
Li Bahuang.
From the Six-winged Divine Clan.
Became an emperor in the Seventeenth Era.
In the past cycle of one hundred in the Emperor Realm, Li Bahuang’s presence in the Immortal Domain was extremely low.
But because of his vindictive nature, there is always this phrase in different versions of Immortal Domain texts—
Broad-minded Li Bahuang.
Vindictive Li Shenhuang.
After all, the only battle after Li Bahuang became an emperor was to destroy the Holy Lands that had pursued him in the past.
After that.
He never killed anyone again, sitting in the forbidden sea portal of the Northern Immortal Domain, until he fell.
But Xu Lai knew very well that Li Bahuang was absolutely the most underestimated in the Emperor Realm, the true combat power of this Li Shenhuang definitely ranked in the top five of the Emperor Realm!
So.
When Xu Lai entered the sea portal.
Even though he clearly sensed a gaze watching the group, he never deliberately broke the silence.
Instead, he led Sikong Jiu and his group to continue diving down, until the spiritual energy was depleted to less than twenty percent, only then did Xu Lai speak.
"Great Emperor, do not leave me..."
Even though the Eight Desolate Cauldron is an ’old artifact’ spanning over eighty eras, it cried like a child.
The crying made Sikong Jiu also secretly wipe his eyes.
Even the proud Qingfeng Sword did not mock the Eight Desolate Cauldron but felt a sense of empathy.
Thinking from a different perspective.
If it were Xu Lai who disappeared into the forbidden area, and she waited for over eighty eras. If met again, the Qingfeng Sword might also burst into tears...
As if!
The Qingfeng Sword Spirit would definitely strike out with Qingfeng Sword Intent, letting Xu Lai know the consequences of abandoning in the beginning.
"Hmm?"
Xu Lai raised an eyebrow, feeling a strange sense of killing intent looming over him.
He didn’t take it seriously, after all, recently he and the Heavenly Court had destroyed too many Holy Lands in the Immortal Domain, even making them offer hostages.
Being hated is normal.
Not being hated would be a problem.
"Great Emperor, I’ve guarded the Six-winged Divine Clan during your absence, they are thriving, with a population now over three million, the direct clan inheriting your bloodline even has two hundred thousand members!"
"Though the affiliated Holy Lands have reduced to twenty, they are all loyal to you, Great Emperor, and..."
The Eight Desolate Cauldron spoke while choking.
It wasn’t about wanting praise from the Great Emperor, it simply wanted to share what it had done over these years.
And tell the Great Emperor.
It had always been waiting for him.
Or it can be understood that the Eight Desolate Cauldron wanted to receive an acknowledgment of ’what I did was not meaningless.’
But the Emperor Realm hidden in the shadows still didn’t speak.
Sikong Jiu hesitated: "Maybe it’s not Li Bahuang, perhaps it’s another Emperor Realm. Settle down, or it’ll be awkward later."
The Chaos Three-leaf Clover nodded in agreement.
Eight Desolate Cauldron pouring its heart out here, if the Emperor Realm under this deep well isn’t Li Bahuang, wouldn’t it be mortified on the spot?
Thus, there was a reason for the other party’s silence—
Afraid of the Eight Desolate Cauldron’s embarrassment!
"You shut up!"
Usually lumbering Eight Desolate Cauldron was bizarrely angry: "Other than the Divine Emperor, how could other Emperor Realms survive for so many eras? My home’s Great Emperor, invincible in the universe!"
"Hehe." Sikong Jiu smirked insincerely.
"Hehe." The Qingfeng Sword Spirit also curled its lips.
The Chaos Three-leaf Clover wasn’t worried about making a scene: "Great Emperor Qingfeng, if it were me, I couldn’t tolerate such arrogance from another Emperor Artifact."
Xu Lai glanced sideways at it: "If I were a spirit plant, I’d worry that the consequence of speaking too much would be being refined into a pill or stewed into soup."
"..." Chaos Three-leaf Clover.
A dignified Emperor Realm actually threatened a treasure from heaven and earth.
Is this reasonable?
This is unreasonable.
But the Three-leaf didn’t dare to speak another word, meekly shrinking behind Sikong Jiu, though this fellow also harbored ill intentions toward it.
At least it might keep its life, right?
"Great Emperor, the era of the fall of emperors has come, do you truly not intend to seek a chance of becoming immortal in this chaotic world?"
The Eight Desolate Cauldron was emotionally stirred: "As long as you can step into the Realm Gate, you will undoubtedly achieve the Fruit of Longevity!"
Xu Lai squinted his eyes.
Sikong Jiu’s expression gradually became cold, indifferent.
Even the Qingfeng Sword restrained all its aura, but sword intent brewed crazily within the sword, ready to strike at any moment.
"Gulp"
The Chaos Three-leaf Clover sensed the strained atmosphere, hiding behind Sikong Jiu, not daring to utter a word.
Only the Spiritual Liquid Waterfall, falling every ten breaths, was absorbed by the well walls.
Apart from that.
The deep well was eerily quiet.
At last.
A somewhat aged voice sounded: "It’s undeniable that my true self attains longevity, Daoist Qingfeng, do not take to heart what Little Cauldron says."
Little Cauldron.
Upon hearing this familiar yet estranged title that hadn’t appeared for more than eighty eras, the Eight Desolate Cauldron nearly broke into tears.
It’s the Eight Desolate Cauldron that can crush starry skies.
But in the eyes of the Divine Emperor, it will always be that small and exquisite little cauldron.
"Oh? Without the thought of becoming immortal, then why hidden in the dark, not willing to reveal yourself."
Though Sikong Jiu appeared three to five years old children, he had been an Emperor Realm of the First Era, his aura was equally matched.
Completely different from his usual servile demeanor, a terrifying aura kept emanating from him.
"Great Emperor..."
The Eight Desolate Cauldron was teary-eyed.
Long silence.
The Spiritual Liquid Waterfall fell again.
After it was entirely absorbed by the well walls, only then did a voice finally arrive: "Well then."
The space within the well shifted, before them suddenly darkened.
Xu Lai and Sikong Jiu did not panic; they knew this was the ’Domain’ that non-Emperor Realm could not perform, or rather was a little world they themselves created.
In this little world, the creator is God.
The space of the little world wasn’t large, nearly half smaller than Earth, and most of the areas were shrouded in fog, only the core region wasn’t covered by white mist.
Numerous pristine white moon flowers bloomed there.
The white moon flower wasn’t a spirit plant, just a normal mortal flower, very common across the Four Immortal Domains, especially in deserted fields.
Li Shenhuang’s Domain World was indeed so simple, which truly surprised the Chaos Three-leaf Clover.
Not to mention grandeur, but creating an environment comfortable for oneself should be easy, right?
For instance, using invaluable Immortal Soil to pave the ground, then plant various spirit plants as companions, basking under the sun and chatting every day, how leisurely life would be!
But Xu Lai and Sikong Jiu had no surprise whatsoever; their Domain Spaces were also very simple.
Or rather, most Emperor Realms were so, only a few Emperor Realms would make it glamorous.
After all, what haven’t they enjoyed or experienced on the journey to becoming an emperor?
Ordinary is the true.
Xu Lai looked forward, surrounded by a sea of white flowers, sat a middle-aged man cross-legged.