Chapter 85: Recreating the Sun Saint Emperor, The Sun Saint Cultivation Sect (4k)

Chapter 85: Recreating the Sun Saint Emperor, The Sun Saint Cultivation Sect (4k)

"The ancient Sage Emperor emerged, his achievements eternal and renowned!"

Shaohua stood up, her respect evident as she slowly opened the Sun Saint Emperor’s golden coffin.

Inside the coffin, there was no skeleton, only a human skin stained with mottled blood.

With the fruit of four lifetimes of cultivation and the reversal of profound techniques, she aimed to reassemble the Saint Emperor’s divine consciousness.

Divine Illumination Light bathed the Blue-robed Elder, time seeming to freeze. The passage of time, once relentless, now reversed, turning the void into reality, creating something from nothing.

Of course, her ultimate "Void Genesis Art" was far from perfected, and even if it were, it could not truly create something from nothing.

Though she could not create from nothing, she could use the false to cultivate the true.

"Please, Your Majesty, lend a hand. Even if there is only a sliver of hope, we must try. Even if we cannot defy the heavens in the end, we can still make a contribution for future generations!"

The Blue-robed Elder’s severed arm had already recovered. He looked at Shaohua with great excitement, unable to resist the urge to bow in reverence.

Even as a mere remnant, he carried the will of the Sun Saint Emperor, loyal to his essence, willing to sacrifice himself to revive the Saint Emperor.

Even if there was no real possibility of success, he was content to leave a fraction of protective power for future generations.

Shaohua stopped the divine remnant’s movement without a word, simply nodding.

She was inscribing the Sun Saint Emperor’s eternal traces in the world, reshaping and completing the divine remnant while refining the Fusang Divine Tree, its golden leaves continuously falling into the coffin.

The Saint Emperor’s skin in the ancient coffin began to revive, containing a thread of the Sun Saint Emperor’s residual soul. That was the true Sun Saint Emperor, the last trace he left in the world.

If left alone, this thread of the residual soul would attach to the skin and remain in eternal silence, perhaps awakening under extremely special circumstances one day.

But that would be the last time the Sun Saint Emperor appeared in the world, and even then, it would only be a fleeting moment before disappearing into nothingness.

"Fellow Daoist, may you rest in peace", Shaohua finally spoke, bidding farewell.

This "Fellow Daoist" was no longer a formality out of respect for the Sun Saint Emperor but a genuine acknowledgment of the divine remnant itself.

"Ha ha ha, I shall depart!" The Blue-robed Elder let out a long, sky-piercing laugh, truly embodying a fraction of the Sun Saint Emperor’s supreme majesty.

Golden leaves drifted down, mottled traces appeared, and with the pure conceptual seed formed by the Blue-robed Elder, everything merged into the skin in the ancient coffin.

The Saint Emperor’s skin swelled, forming a human shape, as if it were reviving. The stone tower beside it trembled, the Ultimate Emperor Weapon emitting a brilliant light, suspended in the air.

The Sun Emperor Pagoda had been damaged, its inner divine remnant in a state of dormancy. Awakened by Shaohua, she then merged it into the skin.

The Emperor Weapon bore the master’s great Dao, a continuation of his life. At this moment, the divine remnant within the tower also revived, its primordial life force releasing, filling the skin and making it vibrant.

"Soul, return!"

Shaohua’s long chant echoed, but the Sun Saint Emperor’s soul could not truly return. Everything she did was merely a catalyst, the only purpose being to give the residual soul in the skin a faint chance of revival.

Divine light bathed the Saint Emperor’s residual soul, a constant symbol stabilizing the ages, drawing back everything that had been lost.

Using the false to cultivate the true, creating something from nothing, all the past traces transformed into sparks, allowing the residual soul to revive.

Humans have five spirits: the Primordial Spirit, the Soul-Shard, the Willfire, the Conceptual Seed, and the Spiritual Consciousness. The most important of these is the Primordial Spirit.

Shaohua was well aware that she could not truly bring the Saint Emperor back from the heavens. The Soul-Shard had dissipated, the Primordial Spirit was gone, and a single thread of the residual soul was powerless to turn the tide.

But by reshaping the Spiritual Consciousness, reassembling the Conceptual Seed, and reviving the Willfire, there was a faint possibility of creating a similar entity, recreating a Sun Saint Emperor!

With her current strength, using the blood traces on the skin, she could naturally revive a physical body. But that would only be a soulless shell, devoid of meaning.

"Even the greatest powers cannot defy fate, they are like rootless water plants. The Sun Saint Emperor is revered by the world, his beliefs live in the hearts of all. With the power of faith, we can awaken his Spiritual Consciousness and Conceptual Seed."

When the Spiritual Consciousness, Conceptual Seed, and Soul-Shard are reunited, a being extremely similar to the Sun Saint Emperor can be recreated.

More accurately, a deity similar to him, a "Sun Saint Emperor" in the hearts of the people.

There might be significant flaws, but this was the only solution Shaohua could think of, and both the divine remnant and the Emperor Weapon’s divine remnant agreed.

As the Blue-robed Elder said, even if they could not defy the heavens in the end, they could still make a contribution for future generations!

The spirit of the Saint Emperor protecting the people would never change!

Under the Fusang Tree, the woman stood ethereal and divine, her black robe fluttering without wind, her long black hair dancing, an indescribable grace and detachment.

What she was doing was shocking, attempting to bring back a supreme being in another form, a task that had only been attempted a hundred years ago when the Sun Saint Emperor’s imperial might swept across the Ziwei Ancient Star, and the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect, from the Patriarch to the disciples, was almost driven mad.

Although the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect had declined, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse. There was still some foundation left, and ancient sages were personally investigating, hoping to find traces of the Sun Saint Emperor.

The Sun Saint Cultivation Sect had once been incredibly glorious, and tens of thousands of years ago, a powerful Near-Emperor had emerged, marking its peak.

But the good times did not last. The Netherworld, inspired by the ruthless Great Emperor’s method of seizing the origins of various kings to reverse and refine a chaotic demon fetus, sought to gather all kinds of true blood, aiming to condense a chaotic body.

In the end, the Netherworld’s Yama lineage acted, slaughtering the Sun Near-Emperor and countless members of his clan, extracting the needed solar blood.

The Sun Saint Cultivation Sect suffered severe damage, inevitably declining, its lineage almost severed, its teachings nearly extinct, completely different from its former glory.

Without the protection of strong cultivators, even the ancient scriptures were incomplete, with almost no complete texts remaining. It was impossible to compile all the texts with the help of the few low-cultivation survivors.

The loss was too great, and it could not be recovered.

It was only after the Eastern Emperor’s emergence, defying the heavens to achieve enlightenment and destroying the Netherworld’s forces, bringing long-lasting peace to the world, that the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect, on the brink of collapse, was able to breathe.

So when the Sun Saint Emperor’s aura was detected a hundred years ago, every member of the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect was ecstatic.

They thought it was the Sun Saint Emperor’s legacy in the Ziwei Star, and they went mad searching for it, hoping to complete the Sun Emperor Scripture.

Unfortunately, a hundred years passed, and the Sun Saint Emperor’s aura that day seemed like a dream, with no trace of the so-called legacy to be found, leading many forces on the Ziwei Star to become dissatisfied with the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect.

"Patriarch, good news, tremendous good news! The North Sea is showing unusual activity again, and the Eldest Sage has sensed the Sun Saint Emperor’s Dao fluctuations there!"

"What are we waiting for? Everyone, follow me to the North Sea!"

On this day, the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect revealed all its hidden strength, determined to welcome back the legacy of the Sun Saint Emperor.

At this moment, Shaohua emerged from Tang Valley, carrying a golden coffin made from the Fusang Divine Tree.

Indeed, the third tree-like immortal elixir had fallen into her hands.

In the Kunlun Mountains, the saplings of the Tree of Life and the Ginseng Fruit Tree swayed gently in the mountain breeze.

And in the distant Northern Dipper Immortal Range, the ancient tea tree for enlightenment trembled, shedding several leaves inexplicably.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the air echoed, and the spatial gates in the void opened wide. A group of people with extraordinary auras, their bodies glowing with golden light, burst out from the gates.

Along with them, divine ships emerged, their occupants all sharing the same lineage, each one radiating like a small sun, illuminating the dark North Sea.

Many creatures descended upon the North Sea, including a few clearly above the Sage level, and even a frail, ancient Eldest Sage whose aura was faint and flickering like a dying candle.

He was a young prodigy from the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect who had traveled to other realms tens of thousands of years ago and narrowly escaped the destruction by the Netherworld. When he returned to the Ziwei Ancient Star, he found his homeland in ruins and rebuilt the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect in his grief and sorrow.

This was the true hidden strength of the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect, now revealed to the world.

"Are you descendants of the Sun Saint Emperor?"

Shaohua's eyebrows raised slightly as she instantly recognized the origins of these people, though she was not surprised.

"Yes, we are the descendants of the Sun Saint Emperor!" The dying Eldest Sage stepped forward, speaking each word carefully.

The Eldest Sage could not see through the black-robed woman before him, nor could he discern her face. He knew she was an existence beyond imagination, at least a Quasi-Emperor.

If she were to be provoked, the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect, which had only just begun to recover, might be utterly destroyed.

But when he saw the golden coffin beside the black-robed woman, his eyes could not look away.

What pure and powerful Sun Saint energy it contained!

Even more astonishing was the deep resonance from his bloodline that emanated from within the coffin, causing his heart to tremble uncontrollably, his lips quivering, unable to control himself.

"Perfect, I was just about to find you." Shaohua smiled faintly, pointing to the coffin beside her. "Kneel and pay your respects."

A ripple of the Sun Saint Emperor's supreme power spread out, along with an unbreakable bloodline resonance, causing all the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect disciples present to become agitated.

"Senior, may I ask, is it..." The Eldest Sage's words faltered, tears streaming down his face, unable to contain himself.

He had lived for thousands of years, yet his current emotions were indescribable.

"It is indeed the Sun Saint Emperor. I am bringing him back." Shaohua understood what he wanted to ask and nodded slightly.

"Disciples of the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect, descendants of the Sun Saint Emperor, welcome the soul of the Sun Saint Emperor back to his homeland!"

The Eldest Sage raised his head to the sky and let out a desperate cry, then suddenly knelt and bowed, his voice shaking the heavens.

Behind him, all the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect disciples stepped onto the North Sea, kneeling in unison, paying their respects to the golden coffin.

The Sun Saint Cultivation Sect was originally a sect formed by the descendants of the Sun Saint Emperor. After the great calamity, they no longer had the face to call themselves a 'Cultivation Sect' and only referred to themselves as the 'Sun Sect.'

Now, facing the Sun Saint Emperor's coffin, they restored their old title, so the Sun Saint Emperor would know his descendants still existed.

The entire Sun Saint Cultivation Sect knelt in devout reverence, offering the purest respect and faith to their supreme deity.

"Welcome the Sun Saint Emperor back!"

Thousands of voices roared, the sound shaking the heavens and earth. The golden coffin trembled slightly, as if it had heard the disciples' prayers, and opened a small gap.

A stone tower shot out, then expanded, its supreme imperial might sweeping across the world, causing the heavens to tremble as if they could collapse the entire universe.

The stone tower hung high in the sky, its brilliance overshadowing the sun, for it was the Sun Saint Emperor's ultimate emperor weapon, the only sun in the heavens.

"That is... the Sun Saint Emperor's supreme emperor weapon! Sob, it has returned, everything has returned!" The Eldest Sage wept bitterly, bowing again to the stone tower.

After a long while, he finally regained his composure, leading the entire Sun Saint Cultivation Sect to bow three times to Shaohua, all of them saying in unison, "We, the descendants of the Sun Saint Emperor, thank our revered benefactor!"

The Sun Emperor Pagoda had just issued an edict, informing them of Shaohua's kindness.

Shaohua accepted the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect's gratitude; she was worthy of it.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The Sun Saint Cultivation Sect's actions were already grand, and many had been following closely behind. As they bowed, more spatial gates opened in the distant North Sea.

Just as various forces emerged, unsure of what was happening, the Sun Emperor Pagoda awakened.

The might of an emperor weapon was unstoppable. Even without actively harming anyone, everyone fell into the North Sea like dumplings.

This was the consequence of not bowing to the Sun Saint Emperor.

"Let's go; this is not the place to talk." Shaohua gestured, and the Sun Emperor Pagoda obediently fell into her hand.

The Eldest Sage's eyes flickered, unable to fathom who the woman before him was.

Shaohua swept her sleeve, taking the entire Sun Saint Cultivation Sect with her, and casually picked up Tang Valley, paying no attention to those still bathing in the North Sea. She took a step and arrived at the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect's base.

"What did the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect discover here to cause such a massive mobilization?"

"They seem to be paying respects to the Sun Saint Emperor. Could it be that the Sun Saint Emperor has returned?"

"Whether he has returned or not, his ultimate emperor weapon has, and the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect is destined to rise again!"

The Ziwei Ancient Star had seen more than one emperor, but none had left behind an ultimate emperor weapon.

Now that the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect had reclaimed the Sun Saint Emperor's emperor weapon, anyone with sense could see that the sect was about to rise again.

Some forces, recalling their past actions against the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect, shuddered uncontrollably, wishing they could drown in the North Sea.

What could they do if the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect came to settle scores with their ultimate emperor weapon in the future?

People's joys and sorrows do not connect.

While other forces were filled with worry and had much to think about, the Sun Saint Cultivation Sect was filled with laughter and joy.

With the emperor weapon in hand, the world was theirs!

"The emperor weapon cannot be used lightly", Shaohua said coolly, pouring cold water on the enthusiasm, causing several Sun Saint Cultivation Sect sages to exchange glances.

The Sun Tower still needed to suppress the Sun Saint Emperor, and the faith power that would later accumulate needed to be purified and refined by it. There was no time to go out and show off.

"May I ask for your name, revered one?" The Eldest Sage asked respectfully.

Shaohua smiled faintly, revealing her true face, not caring whether they recognized her or what would happen if the news spread.

Even if it did spread, someone would have to believe it.

"You are... the Eastern Empress!?" The Eldest Sage and the other sages recognized Shaohua and immediately knelt, bowing repeatedly.

(End of Chapter)

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