My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Feng Huang's gaze swept across the battlefield below.

"It seems that you have encountered a situation where you have to revive me early?"

Feng Huang said calmly: "Well, there's nothing wrong with preparing earlier."

Less than half an hour has passed since the Wind Emperor appeared.

Including the Taotie Yuanjun just now, there are already three sublimation-level strongmen who died at his hands.

This ancient immortal king is a sage of the human race and the leader of all races.

The mythical existence reappeared before everyone in the Immortal Alliance.

What it brought was not surprise, but terror.

Immortal Lord Langhuan looked at the face he had not seen in ninety million years.

He murmured.

"Master...you...are back now, what do you want to do?"

"Is it to create the so-called perfect celestial being comparable to the innate gods and demons?"

"But isn't this equivalent to abandoning the humanity and myriad races that you once protected with your own hands?"

This is also the reason why Immortal Lord Langhuan did not dare to believe what Tianyuan Shenyou said before.

No matter what kind of character Feng Huang actually has.

But in ancient times, as one of the leaders of all races, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own essence and paid a huge price to protect all races during the catastrophe. This is an indisputable fact.

If it weren’t for the Wind Emperor, there would probably be far fewer races in the Nine Heavens today.

Even the arrogant Immortal Lord Fu Hai had to admit that Feng Huang was also the benefactor of the dragon clan.

How could such a person deny his life's efforts and achievements and instead create some perfect celestial being to surpass and dominate all races?

This is also a question in many people's minds.

Facing the questioning of Immortal Lord Langhuan.

Feng Huang said calmly, "Lang Huan, are you questioning your master?"

Immortal Lord Langhuan was shocked: "Disciple..."

The Wind Emperor stared at the Immortal Lord Langhuan, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Langhuan, you disappoint me."

"In my eyes, you originally had the talent to catch up with us."

"That's why I accepted you as my disciple."

"But ninety million years have passed, and you are still wasting time in this realm of initial sublimation."

"It seems that you have neglected your cultivation over the years."

Immortal Lord Langhuan's eyes darkened and he lowered his head.

"I am ashamed."

Feng Huang's words were irrefutable.

Although the third sublimation requires opening the door.

However, Langhuan Immortal Lord, as the younger disciple of Feng Huang and the Immortal Lord second only to Bai Ze in terms of seniority, has yet to break through to the second level of sublimation.

On the one hand, it was because he was busy with the affairs of the human race and the Immortal Alliance that he delayed his time for cultivation, but on the other hand, it was indeed because of a mentality problem.

Even a strong teacher eventually passed away, leaving behind a clan of celestial beings whose talents were even stronger than those of humans.

In her confusion, she had subconsciously given up the idea and will to achieve the pinnacle of immortality.

Instead, choose to be a leader, a link between the past and the future.

Thinking of cultivating the next generation of the Immortal Alliance and restoring the glory of the Immortal Path.

However, when it comes to spiritual practice, if one loses the determination to make progress, no matter how talented one is, one's achievements will ultimately be limited.

At this time, Feng Huang's gaze swept over everyone.

"The Immortal Alliance has become so weak and decayed today."

He said calmly, "It seems my choice was right. It's better to come here in person than to rely on future generations."

"Langhuan, you just asked me if the reason for my resurrection was to create the perfect Celestial Race to replace the myriad races of the Immortal Path."

Feng Huang slowly shook his head.

"it's not true."

Seeing Feng Huang's denial, Langhuan Immortal Lord's eyes lit up and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes again.

Out of trust in my mentor.

As long as Feng Huang denies it, she will still believe it.

But the next moment, Feng Huang said lightly.

"I have, indeed, had this thought."

"We pathetic acquired creatures always have our limits. We constantly sublimate to reach the realm of innate gods and demons, but what can we do about it?"

"After all, there are only a handful of beings who can reach that level. How much does it cost to cultivate to that level, the so-called peak of the immortal path?"

"And the gods and demons... they are naturally powerful, but they eventually become weak and destroyed."

"If we could create a perfect celestial being comparable to innate beings, we could truly create a new era."

"But it's ultimately false."

"Because the source material needed to create innate creatures is no longer available in large quantities."

Immortal Lord Langhuan was slightly stunned.

Long ago, she had heard Feng Huang mention it.

The source substance is the original force that filled the heaven and earth at the beginning of chaos.

Innate gods and demons are born from the source material, so they are extremely powerful.

But as the form of this world gradually took shape, the source substance also gradually disappeared.

Therefore, after the era of gods and demons is over, no new gods and demons will be born.

Feng Huang seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and said calmly, "Are you remembering what I said to you back then?"

"At the beginning, I only told you that after the source essence disappeared, no more innate gods and demons would be born. But I didn't tell you why the source essence disappeared."

“They didn’t just disappear naturally.”

"It was intentionally hidden."

"The only beings who can do this are the primordial gods and demons that disappeared along with the source essence."

"The Source Essence and the Primordial Gods and Demons hide the deepest secrets of this world."

"But they don't want to share this secret with others."

Having said that, Feng Huang sighed softly.

But then, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Back then, I thought there was no hope, but that catastrophe gave me a clue."

"I know where the Primordial Gods and Demons, and the Essence, were taken."

"Where is it?"

Listening to Feng Huang's narration, although the others felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, some people still couldn't help but blurt out a question.

Upon hearing this, Feng Huang smiled lightly without any hint of smile.

"You don't need to know."

Lang Huan Xianjun was shocked: "Teacher, what do you want to do?"

Feng Huang smiled and slowly raised his hand.

"I'm already doing it, haven't you noticed yet?"

As the words fell, everyone seemed to wake up and glanced around at the world.

However, the strange light and shadow patterns similar to the Bagua that had appeared in the entire Eighth Heaven... or even the entire Ninth Heaven since the resurrection of the Wind Emperor had become increasingly clear.

The end where all these lines converge is the Wind Emperor at this moment.

But the voice of Feng Huang spread all over the place.

"The power contained in the Celestial Race's mark is essentially my attempt to replicate the Source Essence."

"I will use the bloodline power that reached the peak of the immortal path during my lifetime, combined with the chaotic energy of heaven and earth, to restore the source essence."

“Although it ultimately failed, it achieved a similar effect.”

"You could call it 'pseudo-essence'."

"Now, my body is made of pseudo-source."

"Back then, when the Nine Heavens were created, the most important material was the true source!"