touchnovel Chapter 56 The Heavenly Emperor? Moke's Despair
Chapter 56 The Heavenly Emperor? Moke's Despair
Jiang Yu, being led by Jiang Feng, experienced that feeling of short-distance spatial travel once again.
But her mind was not on that at all.
In her mind, the terrifying scene from just now was still replaying—the sharp golden Buddha finger, the overwhelming aura of death, and her brother's seemingly casual yet powerful grab that pulled her back from the clutches of death.
Her heart was still pounding, not from fear, but from an indescribable feeling of...dazedness and lingering fear.
How long have I been in this world?
one day?
Two days?
How many times has she faced life-or-death situations?
The spatial turbulence upon arrival, the monk Huiming's capture, the devastating golden rain of light just now, and the final sneak attack by the Ancient Buddha Mokha...
Each time, I was so close to death.
This world of cultivation is truly too dangerous.
It's a vicious cycle, a law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak, and there's no reasoning behind it.
If you're not strong enough, you could end up like those auspicious beasts that were blasted apart by the golden rain on the ground, dying without even a name.
But at the same time, an even more ardent and resolute flame was also burning fiercely in her heart.
Danger also means opportunity.
Terror also represents power.
This is the world of the strong.
This is the only way to reach the top.
She secretly glanced at her brother's calm profile beside her.
Although in front of her, her brother is still the same brother who would ruffle her hair, flick her forehead helplessly, and listen to her rambling—warm and familiar.
But when she stepped out of her sister's perspective and looked at it from the perspective of an outsider, she truly realized how much her brother had gone through to get to where he was today, to become the Heavenly Emperor who ruled over all the heavens and made even the supreme beings of the forbidden zones tremble.
How many mountains of corpses and seas of blood did we cross?
How much did they bear that is unimaginable to ordinary people?
Rise from humble beginnings, and prove your worth through bloodshed.
Behind these ten simple words lies a breathtaking story, a profound loneliness and resilience.
Jiang Yu's heart suddenly ached.
It wasn't because of the fright I had just experienced, but because of the path my brother had walked.
She couldn't imagine it, nor dared to think about it in detail.
Just then, she subconsciously glanced at the number of people online on her phone screen.
Then, she froze.
One hundred...one million five hundred thousand?
No, it's still jumping!
One million eight hundred thousand...two million...two million five hundred thousand...three million?!
Are you kidding me?!
Wasn't it just over 500,000 a moment ago? How did it suddenly increase so much?!
The barrage of comments refreshed so fast that she couldn't see them at all; all she could see was a blurry mass of colors scrolling by. The gift effects were seamless, with almost no gaps between them.
Clearly, the live streaming platform's backend detected the incredible popularity and traffic of this live stream and has begun to push it to the top of the homepage, possibly even broadcasting it across the entire site!
"Holy crap! How did so many people suddenly come in?!"
"From the homepage! What kind of live stream is this? The title is so arrogant!"
"Following the Heavenly Emperor to save his sister-in-law? Really?"
"What was that just now? Was it special effects? It was so realistic!"
"Newbie here, need some explanation! What's this show?"
"Don't ask, just watch! You'll never forget it!"
"Three million people?! Sister Yu, you're famous! No, you're a sensation!"
Jiang Yu was so shocked by the terrifying increase in numbers that she temporarily forgot the danger and emotion she had just experienced.
Three million people watched online!
In her previous understanding, only the most top-tier superstars or important national events could achieve this!
And now, she, an ordinary female college student, has accomplished this simply by livestreaming her experiences in the world of cultivation?
She felt a little dizzy and unreal.
But the phone she was clutching tightly in her hand and the numbers flashing wildly on the screen reminded her that it was all real.
Just then, the surrounding scenery stabilized.
They seemed to have returned to heaven, to a vast, solemn plaza that appeared to be paved with stars.
Jiang Feng released his grip on her hand, and at the same time, he released the invisible giant hand.
A muffled thud.
Like the sound of a tattered sack being thrown on the ground.
Mokha Buddha was slammed heavily onto the cold, hard surface of the star, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
He lay there, vomiting large amounts of dark golden blood, his breath extremely weak, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.
His dark red robe was stained with blood and dust, and had long lost its solemnity.
On that gaunt face, only boundless fear, pain, and bewilderment remained.
He barely managed to lift his head, his cloudy eyes scanning his surroundings.
When he saw the floating palaces around him, the flowing chaotic mist, the dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the supreme Dao rhythm in the air, and especially when he felt the supreme majesty deep within this palace complex that seemed to freeze his soul and transcend all the heavens and the Dao, an answer that made him despair finally surfaced in his chaotic mind.
Heavenly Court...
Is this... Heaven?!
Then wouldn't this young man in front of me be...?
"Heavens...Heavenly Emperor...Your Majesty?!"
Moksha Buddha's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with disbelief and horror.
He had considered this possibility before, but subconsciously he had been resisting it.
What kind of being is the Heavenly Emperor?
Having just slain the Undying Emperor and dominated the heavens, why would he personally intervene for a woman, and so quickly at that?
But now, the facts are right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them!
The thought that he had actually tried to kill the Heavenly Emperor's own sister terrified Mokha Buddha, who then forgot all about the excruciating pain in his body.
He struggled, using his last bit of strength, to lie prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold earth. His voice was choked with sobs and utter terror as he incoherently begged for mercy:
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor! Spare me! Spare me! This humble monk... no, I didn't know Your Majesty was here in person! I was momentarily confused, blinded by the grief of losing my son, and thus committed such a grave error! I beg Your Majesty, please spare my life, considering my excusable actions!"
Seemingly feeling his reasons weren't sufficient, he hastily added, even going so far as to expose his own shortcomings: "Your Majesty, please understand! That Huiming... he is not an ordinary disciple of mine. He is my own child, conceived by my own essence and blood with the Dao Embryo through the Lotus Platform of the Spirit Realm! He is my child's only flesh and blood! I was overcome with grief and anger at the loss of my son, which led me to such an unwise act! I know I was wrong! I am willing to pay any price, only begging Your Majesty to spare my life! I am a disciple of my master, Amitabha Buddha, please, Your Majesty, for the sake of my master..."
In the live stream, the audience was immediately in an uproar upon hearing Moksha Gufo's words:
"Holy crap! This old bald monk actually has a son?!"
"A monk secretly had a son? And he claims he's a disciple? What a hypocrite!"
"To avenge your illegitimate child, you dared to lead an attack on the ancient royal family and even plot to kill the Heavenly Emperor's sister? Who gave you the audacity?"
"Using Amitabha Buddha as an excuse? Relying on powerful backers when you can't win? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Your Majesty, please don't let him get away with this! This hypocrite deserves to die!"
"Heavens...Heavenly Emperor...Your Majesty?!"
Moksha Buddha's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with disbelief and horror.
He had considered this possibility before, but subconsciously he had been resisting it.
What kind of being is the Heavenly Emperor?
Having just slain the Undying Emperor and dominated the heavens, why would he personally intervene for a woman, and so quickly at that?
But now, the facts are right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them!
The thought that he had actually tried to kill the Heavenly Emperor's own sister terrified Mokha Buddha, who then forgot all about the excruciating pain in his body.
He struggled, using his last bit of strength, to lie prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold earth. His voice was choked with sobs and utter terror as he incoherently begged for mercy:
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor! Spare me! Spare me! This humble monk... no, I didn't know Your Majesty was here in person! I was momentarily confused, blinded by the grief of losing my son, and thus committed such a grave error! I beg Your Majesty, please spare my life, considering my excusable actions!"
Seemingly feeling his reasons weren't sufficient, he hastily added, even going so far as to expose his own shortcomings: "Your Majesty, please understand! That Huiming... he is not an ordinary disciple of mine. He is my own child, conceived by my own essence and blood with the Dao Embryo through the Lotus Platform of the Spirit Realm! He is my child's only flesh and blood! I was overcome with grief and anger at the loss of my son, which led me to such an unwise act! I know I was wrong! I am willing to pay any price, only begging Your Majesty to spare my life! I am a disciple of my master, Amitabha Buddha, please, Your Majesty, for the sake of my master..."
In the live stream, the audience was immediately in an uproar upon hearing Moksha Gufo's words:
"Holy crap! This old bald monk actually has a son?!"
"A monk secretly had a son? And he claims he's a disciple? What a hypocrite!"
"To avenge your illegitimate child, you dared to lead an attack on the ancient royal family and even plot to kill the Heavenly Emperor's sister? Who gave you the audacity?"
"Using Amitabha Buddha as an excuse? Relying on powerful backers when you can't win? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Your Majesty, please don't let him get away with this! This hypocrite deserves to die!"
"Heavens...Heavenly Emperor...Your Majesty?!"
Moksha Buddha's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with disbelief and horror.
He had considered this possibility before, but subconsciously he had been resisting it.
What kind of being is the Heavenly Emperor?
Having just slain the Undying Emperor and dominated the heavens, why would he personally intervene for a woman, and so quickly at that?
But now, the facts are right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them!
The thought that he had actually tried to kill the Heavenly Emperor's own sister terrified Mokha Buddha, who then forgot all about the excruciating pain in his body.
He struggled, using his last bit of strength, to lie prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold earth. His voice was choked with sobs and utter terror as he incoherently begged for mercy:
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor! Spare me! Spare me! This humble monk... no, I didn't know Your Majesty was here in person! I was momentarily confused, blinded by the grief of losing my son, and thus committed such a grave error! I beg Your Majesty, please spare my life, considering my excusable actions!"
Seemingly feeling his reasons weren't sufficient, he hastily added, even going so far as to expose his own shortcomings: "Your Majesty, please understand! That Huiming... he is not an ordinary disciple of mine. He is my own child, conceived by my own essence and blood with the Dao Embryo through the Lotus Platform of the Spirit Realm! He is my child's only flesh and blood! I was overcome with grief and anger at the loss of my son, which led me to such an unwise act! I know I was wrong! I am willing to pay any price, only begging Your Majesty to spare my life! I am a disciple of my master, Amitabha Buddha, please, Your Majesty, for the sake of my master..."
In the live stream, the audience was immediately in an uproar upon hearing Moksha Gufo's words:
"Holy crap! This old bald monk actually has a son?!"
"A monk secretly had a son? And he claims he's a disciple? What a hypocrite!"
"To avenge your illegitimate child, you dared to lead an attack on the ancient royal family and even plot to kill the Heavenly Emperor's sister? Who gave you the audacity?"
"Using Amitabha Buddha as an excuse? Relying on powerful backers when you can't win? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Your Majesty, please don't let him get away with this! This hypocrite deserves to die!"
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Is this... Heaven?!
Then wouldn't this young man in front of me be...?
"Heavens...Heavenly Emperor...Your Majesty?!"
Moksha Buddha's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with disbelief and horror.
He had considered this possibility before, but subconsciously he had been resisting it.
What kind of being is the Heavenly Emperor?
Having just slain the Undying Emperor and dominated the heavens, why would he personally intervene for a woman, and so quickly at that?
But now, the facts are right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe them!
The thought that he had actually tried to kill the Heavenly Emperor's own sister terrified Mokha Buddha, who then forgot all about the excruciating pain in his body.
He struggled, using his last bit of strength, to lie prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold earth. His voice was choked with sobs and utter terror as he incoherently begged for mercy:
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor! Spare me! Spare me! This humble monk... no, I didn't know Your Majesty was here in person! I was momentarily confused, blinded by the grief of losing my son, and thus committed such a grave error! I beg Your Majesty, please spare my life, considering my excusable actions!"
Seemingly feeling his reasons weren't sufficient, he hastily added, even going so far as to expose his own shortcomings: "Your Majesty, please understand! That Huiming... he is not an ordinary disciple of mine. He is my own child, conceived by my own essence and blood with the Dao Embryo through the Lotus Platform of the Spirit Realm! He is my child's only flesh and blood! I was overcome with grief and anger at the loss of my son, which led me to such an unwise act! I know I was wrong! I am willing to pay any price, only begging Your Majesty to spare my life! I am a disciple of my master, Amitabha Buddha, please, Your Majesty, for the sake of my master..."
In the live stream, the audience was immediately in an uproar upon hearing Moksha Gufo's words:
"Holy crap! This old bald monk actually has a son?!"
"A monk secretly had a son? And he claims he's a disciple? What a hypocrite!"
"To avenge your illegitimate child, you dared to lead an attack on the ancient royal family and even plot to kill the Heavenly Emperor's sister? Who gave you the audacity?"
"Using Amitabha Buddha as an excuse? Relying on powerful backers when you can't win? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Your Majesty, please don't let him get away with this! This hypocrite deserves to die!"