Chapter 1841: Arranging Final Affairs

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The duel between the two emperors began. Cracks appeared in the sky, countless forces scattered, and it seemed blood spurted out.

The crowd looked toward the center of the battle. Chenyong Emperor's face was pale, and their hearts were heavy.

He had been besieged by Yan Qinggu Saint and other masters of the Hundred Schools, had not recovered, had gone through so many battles, and had even been struck by the 'god'... He had long since reached the point of utter exhaustion.

That he could still hold on was entirely due to the persistence in his heart.

"Alas!"

Zhang Xuan shook his head and looked away.

In truth, at this point, who won or lost no longer mattered.

But he knew that Chenyong Emperor would surely win and would personally slay Chenling Emperor.

In the end, it came down to willpower. Yong Emperor had the will to persevere.

For the human race, Yong Emperor's death would be a great fortune; otherwise, with him alive, it was uncertain whether they could hold their ground.

No longer watching their continued battle, he focused his attention again on the corpse before him.

This 'god's' corpse, like the Savage's, was immensely powerful and indestructible. Though dead, it still emitted a might that ordinary people could not approach.

Even Zhang Xuan, now possessing the strength of the Blood Rebirth level, felt intense pressure when he came near.

After a quick scan, Zhang Xuan shook his head helplessly.

He had thought that since the other party came from the Upper Firmament, he might have many good things on him, but it turned out he was utterly destitute, with nothing at all.

He hadn't even found a storage ring.

"Probably the spatial barrier is too strong, not allowing treasures to be brought..."

Sighing, Zhang Xuan reached out and grabbed the corpse, storing it in his ring.

Though there were no other items, this corpse was the greatest treasure for him. If he could refine it into a soulless golden man, he could roam the world without fear.

Boom! Boom!

By the time he finished studying the 'god's' corpse, the battle over there had also reached its end. As he had guessed, Chenling Emperor, despite having recovered much of his injuries, was still no match for the severely wounded Yong Emperor.

Puchi!

A blade swept past, and the former's head flew into the air. Even at the moment of death, he seemed unable to believe it.

"You... are indeed stronger than me..."

Chenling Emperor uttered his final words, then slowly closed his eyes.

Only at the point of death did he realize that Chenyong Emperor was indeed far more powerful than him. His rebellion had truly been self-destruction.

Plop!

The corpse fell to the ground.

"Young master, although Ling Emperor did many evil deeds, he is still one of the Spirit Clan's emperors. I would like to bury him in the imperial tombs..."

Seeing his young master's eyes light up again as he looked at the corpse, Chenyong Emperor hurriedly dragged his exhausted body forward.

Though Chenling Emperor had rebelled against him and done things that angered both gods and men, he was still royalty. If he were refined into a soulless golden body, it would bring no honor to him.

"Very well!"

Zhang Xuan turned his head away with a look of disappointment.

It seemed he wouldn't be getting this corpse.

"Thank you, young master!"

Relieved, Chenyong Emperor sat down on the ground. Only then did he feel his strength drain away like the tide, his cultivation constantly declining, and his breath on the verge of stopping.

"Yang Liu, come here..."

He turned his head to look at the chosen successor not far away.

"Your Majesty..."

Liu Yang came to his side, his eyes reddening.

Though he had not spent much time with the man before him, he had treated him sincerely, and his kindness was not small.

"My end is near. You have received the complete inheritance of my lineage. As such... let me grant you one final boon!"

With that, he spread his five fingers and reached forward.

Whoosh!

The space around Liu Yang was immediately sealed, leaving him unable to move.

"Your Majesty..."

Seeming to know what the other intended, Liu Yang was filled with anxiety.

"I'll borrow the power of the Ancient Sage from you, young master..."

Having restrained Liu Yang, Emperor Chenyong turned to look over.

Zhang Xuan did not hesitate. With a flick of his hand, the scroll flew over.

Emperor Chenyong gently opened it, and a force immediately enveloped him. Then, with a flicker of his body, his palm landed on Liu Yang's head.

Boom!

His entire power surged like a storm into the restrained youth.

"It's an infusion! Knowing his end is near, he doesn't want his cultivation to flow away like water, so he intends to pour it all into this successor..."

Fire Xu Ancient Sage shook his head.

The art of infusion, where a strong cultivator transfers his cultivation to a junior, sounds simple but is in fact extremely complex.

First, both must share the same lineage, so that the power does not conflict. Second, the one performing the infusion must be resolved to die; otherwise, it will only harm both parties. Third, one must have extremely fine control over one's power, with no mistakes.

Liu Yang cultivated a simplified version of the Heavenly Dao technique. Although not as versatile as Zhang Xuan's in mimicking any power, it was still very close to Emperor Chenyong's lineage, which was why he had earned his favor and received the complete inheritance.

For this reason, Emperor Chenyong dared to do this, without worrying that the latter could not withstand it.

Boom!

As the power was transferred, Liu Yang's cultivation, which had already reached the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm, began to loosen. With the aid of the Ancient Sage's power, it burst open with a "boom!"

He had reached the Ancient Sage level!

Knowing that the lightning tribulation could come at any moment, Emperor Chenyong did not dare to stop. He frantically poured in his power at great speed.

Once his cultivation reached the Ancient Saint level, the meridians in his body became wider, allowing for faster absorption.

After more than ten minutes, all of Yong Emperor's power had been transferred, leaving not a single drop.

Crack!

The thunder arrived.

Liu Yang flew up to confront it.

Half an hour later, he descended, looking somewhat disheveled but having successfully passed the thunder tribulation, becoming a true Ancient Saint powerhouse.

"I have transferred all my power to you. From now on, refine it slowly. Within a month, breaking through to the Dripping Blood Rebirth realm will not be difficult..."

Having lost his power, Chen Yong Emperor seemed to have aged decades in an instant, no longer resembling a child but rather a decrepit old man.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

Prostrating himself on the ground, Liu Yang's tears threatened to fall at any moment.

Although His Majesty the Yong Emperor was grievously injured and difficult to cure, with this power, if he rested well, he should still be able to live a few more years. Now that he had transferred everything to him, it was like digging his own grave; he probably wouldn't last beyond today.

"After I am gone, the Spirit Clan... I entrust to you!"

With a faint smile, Chen Yong Emperor looked over: "From today onward, you are the new Yong Emperor!"

With a tap of his finger, a crown landed on Liu Yang's head, radiating a power that made it impossible to look directly at it.

The crown of the first king of the Alien Spirit Clan.

Chen Yong Emperor was a title, not a name. Whoever inherited this crown became the new Yong Emperor.

"I..."

His body trembling, Liu Yang could not speak.

"Alright, when I proposed the duel with Chen Ling Emperor, I had already made this plan..."

Chen Yong Emperor shook his head and was about to explain further when he heard a rushing wind approaching from afar, and a figure shot straight toward them.

"Chen Xing Emperor?"

Seeing the sudden appearance, everyone furrowed their brows and became alert.