Legendary Clan Chief

Chapter 1680: Chapter 1620: Traversing the Human Realm, Comprehending the Emperor’s Seal!

At this moment, the ancient burial ground was enveloped in a bloody light. The resplendent divine light belonging to the God Clan pervaded the sky vault, yet the Great Dao was lamenting. This was the Dao Ming, mourning the loss of the true gods.

True god blood scattered across heaven and earth, causing the resurrected gods below to lose their original arrogance that once transcended heaven and earth. It also made them realize a bloody reality.

This is no longer the divine realm of ancient times!

But the human realm belonging to the human race!

The Dao Ming continued to sound, mourning not only for the shattered true gods but also for the era of gods buried within the annals of time.

At this moment, Xiao Chen circled the ancient earth. Bathed in purple qi, his whole body glittered with marks, with each shining emperor’s seal resembling a star, linking to form a starry sky!

Gazing at the majestic ancient mountain rivers subdued by the Middle Emperor, causing the immortal gods to be unable to raise their heads, he found himself in a daze, feeling a kind of unease, realizing the might of the Middle Emperor was not his alone but belonged to the entire human race, to the entire human Dao!

This is the momentum that belongs to the human race, the consciousness of billions of humans. It encompasses the towering emperors as well as ordinary humans, collectively passing on their beliefs.

Inheriting the sacred flame, he seemed to understand that all the present killing and domination had only one purpose—to ensure the proliferation of the human race, so that no living races in this world could enslave the human race, leading to a civilization truly belonging to humans!

At this moment, he suddenly felt a compulsion to traverse the land of the human realm and behold the entire human race.

This was a groundless impulse, as if driven by a sudden inspiration. Following this feeling, he gestured towards the Middle Emperor and the other emperors, taking a step and crossing ten thousand miles of the Void, reaching the edge of the ancient burial ground.

With a few breaths, he crossed over the cliff that once separated the burial ground. At that moment, the White Bone Bridge once again extended over the cliff, though the stone figure was no longer there.

He crossed the cliff but bypassed the Human Emperor Palace, blending into the land of the human race.

The imperial command of the emperors was disseminated to the five directions of the human race. In reality, the entire human realm was already battle-ready, with boundless killing intent sweeping across the heaven and earth, stretching as far as the eye could see, endlessly.

One by one, ancient clans and tribes had blood qi surging to the skies, igniting the killing spirit of the whole human realm!

A day later, Xiao Chen appeared near the south of the central land and the land of Nanli. It was an ancient king-level tribe, with a great purple dragon rolling and roaring, and purple qi crashing like a tide. But now, the great purple dragon was tinged with bloody light, its dragon eyes had lost their former elegance and instead appeared somewhat furious.

Within the ancient king-level tribe, decline was evident. For centuries, the numerous tribes under its banner had supplied the God Clan with two war master armies. The leader of the tribe had already embarked on the heavenly path.

From across thousands of miles, Xiao Chen’s gaze encompassed the entirety of the tribe, and at this moment, beside him, a hazy silhouette emerged, filled with determination, overlooking the vast land with a sense of reminiscence.

Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!

Above the distant king-level tribe, the great dragon roared, and an ancient, desolate horn sounded. Squadrons of war masters gathered before the tribe, and the now sparse population congregated at one place. The horn sounded for ten days and nights until finally, a million war masters assembled before the tribe.

"I, the fourth-generation leader of the Iron Plow King Department, became the tribe chief a hundred years ago, and took on an urgent mission as the only non-king leader in the history of the Iron Plow Tribe!"

A young man carrying a blood blade, dressed in green armor, stood in the Void, holding the hand of a teenager over ten years old!

"The Human Emperor has decreed that the human race warriors will once again set foot on the heavenly path. Today, I, Tieqiong, will exhaust the strength of the king-level tribe and set out on the heavenly path!"

Saying this, the young man lifted the hand of the teenager in his grasp, shouting loudly to the million war masters below. noveldrama

"Even if Tieqiong goes and never returns, the legacy of the Iron Plow King Department will remain immortal. My child will succeed me as the fifth-generation leader of the Iron Plow King Department in front of countless brothers today!"

The horn howled, desolate and mournful. In the ancient king city that stretched for thousands of miles behind him, mostly only women and children remained, with few signs of adult men.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The roar of a million people was like thunder across the heaven and earth, a kind of growl, so hysterical that it pierced through heaven and earth. Across the vast land, in the ancient cities of various tribes, and in the king city before them, it was very similar, absent of adult men.

"Our killing is for future generations to have no more killing!"

All of this fell into Xiao Chen’s eyes. The majestic figure originally standing beside him, with a voice seemingly traversing ancient times, then igniting a faint flame, began burning from its feet, and when fully consumed, turned into an emperor’s seal, merging into his body!

A reflection of the mountains and rivers of the land emerged in his eyes, mirroring the proliferation of the human race. With a sigh, Xiao Chen’s figure vanished from the mountaintop. At the moment of his disappearance, a slaughtering path opened completely!

"Set out on the Path of Heavenly Conquest!"

An explosive momentum swept over, like a great dragon roaring into the ancient mountains and rivers, heading towards the center of the human realm.

"Father!"

On the ancient city wall, the youth knelt heavily, continuously bowing his head until his entire body curled up, his hands gripping the Qing Stone until they bled. Even though the War Master had already left far away, he still did not stand up.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a green figure appeared beside the youth, and a radiant glow directly merged into the youth’s body. When the youth lifted his head and looked toward Xiao Chen.

"You, as the clan leader of the Iron Plow King Tribe, what should you do?"

"Father said to survive!" The boy’s face and voice were immature, but his tone was incredibly resolute.

"Survive..."

Xiao Chen laughed loudly, his whole body transforming into an illusion and disappearing above the ancient city. He left his fate to the boy, leaving the vast lands of the Supreme King Tribe in the hands of a youth whose sole mission was to survive.

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Half a year later, Xiao Chen’s figure appeared in the more desolate southern land, arriving at the ruins of the once-destroyed Fire Phoenix Ancient Clan, where now a new city had arisen from the ashes.

Now, behind him, majestic figures surrounded him. Over half a year, he had forgotten all cultivation, yet the divine power that was unstable initially had unknowingly calmed.

Soon, his figure entered the western land, passing countless gold mountains that stretched for millions of miles, and through countless tribes. Now, throughout the land of the human world, the hustle and bustle of the past were gone, as many people had stepped onto the heavenly path.

On the heavenly path, that boundless ocean of blood and bones needed to be filled with many bones. The ancient Skeleton Army required bones to reignite their vitality; this was one of the human race’s methods to resist the Heavenly Generals. This endless replenishment of blood and bones might only end when the war truly concludes.

On the vast land, few adults remained, replaced by youths and children. He saw too many tribes along his travels, just like the ancient city.

He journeyed with the myriad emperors across the land of the human world, not randomly strolling. The Emperor of Myriad Emperors was the pinnacle of the human race supreme, not just in strength, but as a faith. To billions of beings, the Human Emperor was their faith, supporting the human race in resisting the heavenly race.

The Emperor of Myriad Emperors was the faith of emperors, a banner supporting a race. Only when the flag of the Emperor of Myriad Emperors stood towering over heaven and earth could many emperors gather for conquest, with the belief to defeat the heavenly race.

This was his insight after traversing the lands of Central Earth, South Li, and the Western Frontier. In his body, one by one, the Emperor’s Marks slowly began to merge into his bones.

This wasn’t disappearing; it was thoroughly merging with his blood and bones. Their will was entrusted to him; as long as he was present, the emperors were there!

From the Western Frontier, he stepped into the North Sea of the human realm. The vast ocean, like a tidal wave, seemed to connect heaven and earth, with no end in sight. He dived tens of thousands of feet underwater and saw ancient underwater cities, some without strong protection, already devoured by the fierce tide, the vitality within not completely dissipated, clearly not long since the people left.

As he wandered through the land, the Emperor’s Marks within him became increasingly dim, yet Xiao Chen felt more and more in harmony, even sensing a protective presence, as if he had a Guardian of the Dao beside him.

Crossing the ocean and the North Sea, he finally returned to the Eastern Wasteland. Compared to other parts of the human realm where the population decreased, the Eastern Wasteland was engulfed in shocking battles, with terrifying murderous aura covering the Eastern Desolate Land.

Numerous strong individuals of the human race gathered here, War Masters stretching millions of miles, because the Eastern Wasteland was about to annihilate the Hundred Clans. Here, a significant portion of the human race’s power was amassed!

The entire Eastern Emperor Domain was transformed into a war camp, walking through the camp like an ordinary warrior now. The blood Qi here was nothing but fireflies to him, yet the burning battle blood of the human race was unmistakably intense.

Buzz!

At the pinnacle of the East Emperor Palace, a silver dragon of purple lightning still illuminated the heavens, and a majestic figure looked toward Xiao Chen, and at the same time, Xiao Chen turned back to look.

This time, he no longer saw the cycle of sun and moon in the East Emperor’s eyes, nor the mountains and rivers, but instead ordinary expressions, just like ordinary warriors in the Great Wasteland.

Across the distant void, Xiao Chen bowed deeply to the figure who reigned over billions with purple lightning, then without any hesitation, his entire body transformed into a streak of lightning and vanished from the Eastern Emperor Domain.

Gu Yuan Realm!

Wandering through the five lands of the human realm, most of the Emperor’s Marks within him had already hidden, and the Gu Yuan Realm seemed somewhat desolate. His disciples, children, and War Master had already headed to the Eastern Emperor Domain. The great war of the human race, the Gu Yuan King Department would not be an exception.

Returning to the tribe once again felt like a different world. The eyes of Mu Qing and Nianhua were filled with surprise and joy. After a few days of warmth, Xiao Chen stepped into the Mountain River Seal.

Having absorbed the battle axe of the Ancient Desolate Human Emperor, Luli’s essence was still undergoing continuous restoration. Previously, it barely withstood the eternal power, and during his days traversing the human realm, its restoration once again deepened.

With the Emperor’s Marks walking across the five lands of the human realm, just as the illusory emperors had said, the wars endured by generations were so that future generations could be without war!

This is the will of the entire human race. The many emperors acknowledged him, and he needed to do everything to fulfill this will. The Emperor’s Marks gave him a kind of protection, and within this protection, the legacy of the many emperors was also present!