Did the Wen Dynasty perish because of the Investiture of the Gods?

How could it be possible?

Chen Pingping couldn't believe it.

The White Emperor remained calm and said, "The Investiture of the Gods shattered and fell into the mortal world, leading to the obliteration of the dynasty, resulting in the death of tens of billions of living beings. This karma is too great."

He remained silent.

It was difficult to fathom the White Emperor's words.

Karma?

What kind of karma?

Is it referring to the karma of the Investiture of the Gods? Or the countless souls of the dynasty?

But?

Hasn't the dynasty already been destroyed?

Suddenly, Chen Pingping seemed to realize something, his pupils contracted suddenly.

The White Emperor stood up and walked deeper in.

Chen Pingping said nothing and followed him.

They walked for a long, long time...

The usual Monster Emperor City seemed endless at this moment, vast like the starry sky, without an end in sight.

Until they arrived at a great palace.

The palace was enormous, covering an area of approximately a thousand meters, entirely grayish-brown, with no lustrous Divine Radiance; even probing with Divine Sense, nothing could be sensed.

It appeared to be just an ordinary palace.

Yet in front of the palace gates, or perhaps on either side, were densely engraved patterns and many ancient texts.

The script was bizarre, twisted, and strangely shaped, some resembling mountains and rivers, others akin to Ancient Ferocious Beasts, and there were some with simple strokes.

Altogether, they seemed to be reading an ancient scripture.

At first glance, it looked completely ordinary.

But upon closer inspection, the heart suddenly jolted, as if glimpsing another world, a land of immense grandeur.

A majestic figure was fighting a bloody battle.

Not far away on the land stood a giant stone tablet, with Divinity illuminating the human world, dazzlingly blinding, almost impossible to see the essence.

But in the next moment, such an astounding scene instantly shattered.

The majestic figure turned his head.

Chen Pingping saw his face, the Human Sword Immortal, Fuxi...

After a few breaths, with no time to scrutinize everything, the scene transformed again.

A small courtyard.

Two men, one elderly, with a wrinkled, old face, devoid of vitality, stared at the sky for a long time before uttering a sentence: "The path has ended."

The other middle-aged man trembled, his lips quivered, he was in pain, unwilling to accept such a truth, too brutal.

But he had no choice.

"You have done very well, just one last step, if the Investiture of the Gods can be obtained, you will surely be enthroned, becoming the first Divine of the Human Clan, but the Investiture of the Gods is shattered, falling into Reincarnation, nowhere to be found, I... have no way." The old man's eyes were cloudy, full of desolation: "To continue on, the dynasty will defy the heavens, many tribulations and karmas will descend collectively, annihilating tens of billions of lives in the dynasty, and may even cut off all the paths of the Human Clan."

The middle-aged man was breathless.

The old man continued to say, "Self-severing the dynasty's path can preserve the last hope of the Human Clan, in the future when the Investiture of the Gods condenses again, there is still hope and qualification for enthronement."

Chen Pingping stood in a daze.

He already speculated that this middle-aged man, without a doubt, was the founder of the Wen Dynasty, Wenliang...

But who was the other person?

It no longer mattered.

He realized the White Emperor was truthful, the destruction of the Wen Dynasty was due to the Investiture of the Gods, hence Wenliang made such a choice.

Is the path cut off?

Does the Human Clan still have hope?

At this moment, Chen Pingping's mind was in turmoil.

The White Emperor had mentioned earlier, there will be colossal karma, it seems... this karma was due to Wenliang's decision, causing the death of tens of billions of lives.

But the dynasty only has Wen Yuqing left.

He waved a broad hand, slashing out a thick sword beam, shattering the scene ahead.

He stood silently there, long without speaking.

His gaze shifted from murky to profound, his hands under the sleeves clenching tightly.

The path was severed, to preserve the Human Clan's hope for the Investiture of the Gods, so Wenliang made such a choice, bearing this terrifying karma alone.

To not drag down the destiny of the Human Clan.

Heavenly Dao!

Divine Clan!

Chen Pingping slowly opened his eyelids, a frightening destructive force erupted from within, unrestrained, he coldly stared ahead.

For a moment, he seemed to see the future.

But?

So what?

A powerful belief filled his entire being.

Whether past or future, Chen Pingping never admits defeat.

"If karma descends to kill my master, I shall sever this Heavenly Dao."

"If the Divine Clan brings about calamity, unleashes dark chaos to slaughter the human world, I shall... annihilate all of the Gods..." Chen Pingping's deep voice echoed.

There seemed to be a dreadful magic power in his words, shaking the White Emperor's heart.

She had heard many such declarations over the eons.

Among the countless geniuses in the long history, all who achieved success vowed to slay the Gods and create a new world, establishing a new order.

But only when Chen Pingping said these words, she couldn't refute, a terrifying thought inside her heart seemed to suggest this guy before her could change the fate of the Human Clan.

......

The November sky, with autumn winds bleak, leaves swirling in abundance, carried a refreshing coolness into the air, this touch of chill always managing to drift into people's hearts.

An unexpected sadness.

Caught the Ancient Phoenix by surprise, she hurriedly gathered her emotions.

Of course, she wasn't sad for the Wuji Sect, but because... many countless ages ago, her Phoenix clan also faced such a scene.

The Ancient Phoenix quietly walked to the side, without a word.

Jiang Ni'er was surveying the surroundings.

Suddenly...

A group of people appeared not far away, upon seeing them from afar, they hesitated, showing astonishment, then staggered away.

An was puzzled, "Madam, why do they run away when they see us?"

Guang Xiaoyu chuckled, "Perhaps it's because we're too powerful."

Jiang Ni'er: "No, the strong ones from the Divine Clan came here with a very strong purpose, specifically for the Wuji Sect, to be precise, they came for our senior brother. Now... seeing us here, perhaps the news will soon spread, and the strong ones from the Divine Clan will come again."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Across the land for hundreds of miles, a massive silhouette appeared, the corpse of the Human Clan's pioneer, that was swiftly moving, rushing towards the Wuji Sect.

The reverberations quickly alerted many cultivators.

They all turned their gaze this way.

Someone said at this time, "Chen Pingping has returned."

The corpse's speed was swift, in just a minute or two, it arrived in this region.

And the human cultivators who followed to watch were shocked, Chen Pingping returned to the Wuji Sect at this time, but the sect had already vanished.

And the primary culprit of all this was the corpse before them, so? What would Chen Pingping do?

"The powerful this time from the Divine Clan is too strong, Chen Pingping might not be able to handle it."

"Not necessarily, the one controlling the corpse is just a little brat..."

"The Divine Clan is born with realms, the thicker the bloodline, the higher the realm, that little brat is a Quasi-Emperor Realm, not to mention, he has a corpse he can control, if it fully erupts, Chen Pingping will have a hard time resisting!"

"That's true..."

"Secondly, do you really think the Divine Clan only sent one little brat into the Nine Heavens?"

No one spoke, expressions heavy.