I was the Heavenly Emperor in ancient times

Chapter 52 Three Lives
Tu Bo walked forward in a daze.

It forgot many things, but many other things suddenly came to mind.

As I walked, suddenly a bright light appeared before my eyes.

"Wow!"

With a cry, he turned into a child.

He was born in a herding tribe and was surrounded by a group of women.

His eyes gradually regained their clarity, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already learned to run.

He ran at the foot of a mountain, laughing and playing with a group of children, happily cheering as he herded sheep, and shouting as he chased after horses.

Then, he pointed to the mountain and asked his companion beside him.

"What's the name of this mountain?"

"This is Zhangwei Mountain."

"Oh."

“The people in the tribe all say that there is a Zhulong (a mythical dragon) on the mountain.”

What is Zhulong?

"It is said that a part of the great sun in the sky fell down, and it was the fire spirit that transformed into the Zhulong in the human world."

Looking at the mountains, Tu Bo realized for the first time that such a thing existed in this world.

As he gazed at the mountains and listened to the legends of the Zhulong told by his people, he gradually developed a deep reverence for the Zhulong.

When he grew up, he was in charge of hunting in the tribe, and at that time the tribe had a new shaman.

"Candle Shadow!"

He worshipped Zhuyin immensely; Zhuyin was a shaman of Zhulong, possessing divine power and even the ability to resurrect the dead.

He longed for the other person to be able to do things that humans couldn't.

He followed Zhuyin and launched a great war against the Ximu clan. Under Zhuyin's leadership, they won victory after victory, and even defeated the Ximu clan in one major battle, seizing the Wozhi Plain.

Under the heavens, as he watched Zhuyin transform into a strange creature with a human head and a dragon's body, spewing flames that burned the heavens and earth, he couldn't help but shout out.

"Candle Shadow!"

"Candle Shadow!"

"The Candle Shadow has arrived..."

He was incredibly fanatical, it was unclear whether he was worshipping Zhuyin or that powerful force.

Inside the domed felt tent, they defeated the Ximu clan, captured prisoners from their army, and interrogated them about information concerning the Ximu clan.

Zhuyin sat on the high place, while he sat below, listening to the other person recount the origin of the Ximu clan.

"The Emperor knows everything and is omniscient."

"There is a bluebird beside the emperor, which can bring good fortune to people."

"There are peach trees on Mount Kunlun that can make people... and can also make people... Mount Kunlun..."

"That's right, it's the sacred tree worshipped by the Hanhuang Clan, but it's just one of the powers possessed by the Emperor."

After listening, a nameless rage surged within him, and he scoffed at what the man had said.

"Nonsense, only Zhulong was born from the true sun."

“Zhulong is even stronger. When he opens his eyes, it is daytime, and when he closes his eyes, it is nighttime. How can anyone compare to his power?”

"The previous generation of shamans said that the Candle Dragon was the one who fell from the sky, and was the essence of the great sun."

However, they then suffered a crushing defeat.

Zhuyin was critically wounded and on the verge of death. They lost Wozhiye and fled back to Zhangwei Mountain in a panic.

Faced with an even greater power, they could only tremble in fear under the heavens.

At this moment, he craved power even more.

“If we had more sorcerers, if we had stronger supernatural powers, we would not have been defeated.”

Therefore, they retreated back to the cave at the foot of Zhangwei Mountain.

When Zhuyin appeared, dragging his broken body, and told them that they could use a sacrifice to transform everyone into One-Eyed Candle Souls to take revenge on everyone.

He roared, "We, the Yimu clan, worship Zhulong. How can we be enslaved by the Ximu clan? We would rather die than submit!"

He shouted from the high platform of the sacrificial site.

"The Candle Shadow is here... The Candle Shadow is here..."

Then, he was burned to ashes, turning into a single candle spirit.

He transformed into a shadow that was neither born nor died, following behind Zhuyin.

He finally obtained the power he desired and joined Zhuyin in launching a revenge campaign against the Ximu clan.

The next screen.

He transformed into a candle spirit that was neither born nor died, and should have been unable to sense anything.

But strangely, he seemed unchanged at this moment, as if he had not died and was still alive.

He watched as his entire clan transformed into candle spirits, and the entire One-Eyed Clan vanished, becoming a ghost kingdom.

He watched as the Candle Dragon, which he and his people worshipped, awoke, opened its eyes, and devoured the light of the sun and moon.

He cheered and thought to himself.

Although the One-Eyed Clan perished, and although we paid a terrible price.

But it was all worth it.

We still let Zhulong appear in the world. Zhulong is the most majestic deity between heaven and earth.

It can change the world, it can reverse death, this dragon god will surely give us everything we want.

With this in mind, the spirits they transformed into and the Western Mother once again engaged in a fierce battle.

but.

They are difficult to kill completely, and are regenerated time and time again by the power of the Candle Dragon.

The hatred between the two sides will continue until the very end of time, and both the living and the dead will strive to completely annihilate the other.

Just when they thought they were about to completely destroy the Ximu clan, the Emperor descended.

Tu Bo turned around and saw the sky shining with golden light, and a giant hand falling from the sky.

He saw that the heavens seemed to tremble along with that palm, and then the whole thing fell down from the heights.

The opponent strikes.

It crushed the darkness that filled the sky and finally landed on the summit of Zhangwei Mountain.

Tu Bo stood in the darkness, his body gradually turning into blue smoke and dissipating.

In the final moment of his dissipation, the image he saw was the Heavenly Emperor's hand pressing down on the head of the Candle Dragon, and covering its single eye that had swallowed the light of the sun, moon, and stars.

Then, they killed Zhulong.

"That was the emperor of the Western Mother Clan?"

"He's even stronger than Zhulong!"

When the scene ended, he found himself no longer at the foot of Zhangwei Mountain, but standing at the end of a bridge.

Beside the bridge, the river flows swiftly.

The river was yellow, but the water didn't look like water; it looked like countless specks of light and fireflies gathered together.

At that moment, a sound came from the other side of the river.

"What's it like to be human?"

Tu Bo looked across the river and saw a huge stone that looked like a monument. The stone looked ancient and rugged.

Various marks kept appearing on the stone, but they disappeared in an instant.

A person stood beneath the stone, the very one who had just spoken. He seemed to remain unchanged, regardless of the ever-changing stones behind him.

He looked blankly at the Emperor standing by the Three Lives Stone at the edge of the Yellow Springs.

Question: "What's wrong with me?"

The other person told him, "You are already dead."

He then asked the man, "How did I get here?"

The other person then said, "This is the place of reincarnation. You just crossed the bridge, abandoning this life and seeing your past life."

“Go further ahead, and you will be able to reincarnate.” Tu Bo stood under the bridge, looking at the rolling Yellow Springs in the distance.

From here, Huang Quan splits into three paths leading into the distance. He only needs to take one step forward to be reincarnated, but at this moment, Tu Bo hesitates.

He felt a strong sense of resentment, resentment that the entire Yimu clan had perished like this, resentment that they had been defeated and died like this, and resentment that Zhulong had died like this.

Of course, what he was even more unwilling to accept was that he had witnessed the power of the Emperor.

The emperor of the Ximu clan descended from the heavens with a palm strike, showing them what true power was. The emperor did not destroy or kill them, nor did he even glance at them, yet they marched towards destruction along with the Zhulong.

Compared to the opponent's strength, they were like ants.

“It shouldn’t be like this.”

"It shouldn't be like this, we lost, we all lost."

He hadn't realized what was happening yet, and he turned and ran back.

He thought that this way he wouldn't have to die, and could return to the human world and be resurrected, returning to the foot of Zhangwei Mountain.

But before they even stepped onto the bridge, a beam of light emanated from the Three Lives Stone.

The scene changes.

"Wow!"

With a cry, he became a child, born in a herding tribe, surrounded by a group of women.

He herded livestock and rode horses with his companions, chased each other at the foot of Zhangwei Mountain, followed Zhuyin on his expedition, suffered a great defeat and his entire clan was burned to ashes in the flames. He transformed into a one-eyed Zhuhun to seek revenge and saw the Emperor slay Zhulong at Zhangwei Mountain.

Then, he stood under the bridge once again.

“This is not what I want.”

"Let me go back."

"Let me go back."

Filled with intense resentment, he turned back once more.

The figure beneath the Three Lives Stone did not stop him, but simply watched him quietly.

Watching his present life fall into the water, watching him linger in the reflection of his past life, and watching him hesitate at the gate of his next life.

"Wow!"

Every time he looks back, he transforms into a newborn child, and nothing changes.

Repeat.

Twice.

Three times.

Each time, he forgets everything and starts over, experiencing the exact same life each time.

Finally, he understood.

He looked down at the Three Lives Stone and shouted at the person.

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

"It's all fake."

The other person said, "It's not fake."

He asked, "Then what is this?"

The other person said, "I told you, you are dead. What you are seeing now is your past life."

"You can only see these things here. Once you're on this bridge, there's no turning back, and you can never go back to the past."

After perfecting the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas, the other party once again seized a portion of the power of the Yellow Springs from the Three Lives Stone, allowing people to see information left in the Yellow Springs.

But that's all there is to it.

You can see it, you can feel it, but you can't take it with you.

Tu Bo can only see these things when he falls into the water in this life and is on the path of reincarnation, and when he and the Yellow Springs are, in a sense, one.

Tu Bo looked at the fork in the road to the underworld. He had heard the other person talk about reincarnation, but at the time he didn't really understand what they were talking about.

Only now did he finally understand some things.

He asked, "What will I become if I am reincarnated?"

The other person said, "You might be reincarnated as a human, or perhaps..."

Tu Bo suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "I don't want to be human, I want to be a shaman, the most powerful shaman."

"Mortals are nothing but ants."

"Mortals are slaughtered at will before the sorcerers, mortals are nothing before the Candle Dragon and the Emperor, mortals..."

He kept repeating the word "mortal," as if he loathed it utterly.

On the other side of the bridge, he was a great sorcerer, yet he claimed he wanted to become a human.

At one end of the bridge, he rediscovered his former self as a human being, yet declared he would become a sorcerer.

After a long silence, the other person spoke.

"Maybe next time!"

Tu Bo suddenly raised his head: "Next time, can I become a shaman?"

The man replied, "Possibly. Who knows what will happen in the next life?"

Then, filled with anticipation, Tu Bo walked toward the Yellow Springs. He left the long bridge step by step and stood on the river of the Yellow Springs.

As he fell in, he suddenly turned around, as if he had remembered something.

He looked at the figure in front of the Three Lives Stone and asked a question.

Tu Bo: "By the way, who are you?"

The other person said, "Emperor!"

Tu Bo suddenly felt like he couldn't see anything clearly, and his body even started to tremble.

What he saw was no longer a human figure, but a giant hand falling from the heavens. The hand slammed down on Zhangwei Mountain, shattering the Zhulong he worshipped.
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"Pfft!"

As Tu Bo fell into the Yellow Springs through the fork in the road, he was swept away into the distance by the surging torrent.

Li Jun turned around and looked at the Three Lives Stone behind him.

A scene appeared on the stone, which was the other end of the power of the Nine Netherworlds, and also the place that Tu Bo would go to in this reincarnation.

"Three lifetimes and three lives".

"Past life, present life, and future life are all in place, which can be considered to have built a complete and self-operating cycle system."

In this way, some of the rules of reincarnation were also absorbed into this Three Lives Stone.

In a sense, the stone can be considered to have taken initial shape.

from now on.

Li Jun doesn't need to do anything; the Three Lives Stone and the Kingdom of Mountains and Seas will operate on their own.

As long as a wandering spirit arrives here and comes before the Three Lives Stone, this enormous altar will automatically open.

Cross that bridge, cast aside this life, see the next life, and then head towards the next cycle of reincarnation.

The so-called "three lives" certainly refers to more than just three cycles of reincarnation. As long as a person is still in the cycle of reincarnation, they have not transcended the cycle of birth and death.

He will constantly have past lives, present lives, and future lives.

Just like the past, present, and future, the present is constantly shifting, the past is constantly getting longer, and the future has no end in sight.

The so-called Three-Life Stone, the two words "Three-Life" actually represent life after life, an eternal cycle of reincarnation.

Li Jun personally created this cycle that was destined to affect the entire world, but at this moment, that was not his purpose.

What he wants is to use this system to influence and control Huang Quan.

"However, to what extent can this control and influence the Yellow Springs?"

"Is it possible to control it and prevent it from merging into the Zhulong's body?"

"Moreover, what makes me think I can completely make the Three Lives Stone and reincarnation work for me and leave my mark on them?"

"Even after ten thousand years, it will still be effective?"

Li Jun felt that this was not enough.

(End of this chapter)