God Emperor Chapter 2611: Emperor Qing

Chapter 2611: Emperor Qing
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
All the major forces that knew about the birth of the Divine Crystal of Origin had true gods guarding the Infernal Court and taking part in the division of the benefits of the Fane of Origin.
While the gods were dividing the benefits, a tall figure led a two-year-old child out of the Triangular Starfield of Darkness.
The child’s body was shining with golden light, as if his body was made of gold.
Pure-white Light of Origin and dark energy appeared on his skin from time to time, as if a young god, full of divinity.
When he walked, his feet were soft.
He looked at the vast starry sky with his big round eyes and laughed, but no one knew what he was laughing about.
Lan Ying was said to be extremely talented and looked like a child, but in terms of spirituality, he was a lot weaker than this child. He was the most talented person in the world, as if he had gathered the essence of heaven and earth before he was born.
Wu Qingzong, the God from the Yanluo clan, held his small hand. He was tall and sturdy, his shoulders broad, his body wide. Every inch of his muscles was exploding with power.
He lowered his head to look at the child with a gentle smile. “Wushen, you have returned from The Six Paths of Reincarnation, and have been reborn in the Origin. I hope that within a thousand years, you can attain Supreme Sainthood again. ”
The golden child laughed in a kiddish voice. “A thousand years is too long. I think a hundred years is enough for reaching the great perfection of Saint Kinghood and attaining Supreme Sainthood. After a thousand years, I can finish accumulating in Supreme Sainthood and try to achieve divinity. I don’t want to be left too far behind by Zhang Ruochen.”
In a universe not far away from Kunlun, it was cold and dark with eternal silence.
Suddenly, a mighty Power of Dimensions burst out at a certain point with chaotic power and colorful lights surging out from it. The space was torn apart, and a lotus flower flew out from it.
SWOOSH!
Empress Chi Yao, Granny Begonia, and Xue Lingxian emerged from the lotus flower and hovered in the air and looked at Kunlun, which appeared like an egg in the distance. If one looked closely, they would see that there was egg white-like Saint qi and spiritual Qi enveloping the macroworld.
‘We’re back.’
With the help of the Chaotic Space-time Lotus, it did not take them too long to travel from the Southern Sword Realm to Kunlun.
“I wonder if the dragon lord’s rescue operation is successful.” Granny Begonia’s eyes were filled with worry. After all, this was a major event that would determine the future of Kunlun.
They had been preparing for this major event for many years. Too many people had given up everything they had and embarked on the road to the Infernal Court without hesitation, making enormous sacrifices, and most of them had died tragically.
Granny Begonia looked at Empress Chi Yao and found that she was not in a good mood. Ever since she left the Fane of Origin, she had been absent-minded. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog, with no sharpness, spiritual light, or life. It was like the eyes of a dead person.
“What happened to the empress?” Granny Begonia asked Xue Lingxian through telepathy.
“Why are you asking me? Just ask her.”
Xue Lingxian turned into a beam of divine light and flew toward Kunlun at an incredible speed.
Empress Chi Yao’s influence in the secular world of Kunlun was unparalleled. She was the only god of Kunlun in the Celestial Court publicly. Granny Begonia was really worried that something would happen to her.
If the plan to rescue the island lord failed, Empress Chi Yao could at least continue to support Kunlun and buy some time for them to start their Plan B.
Although it was a little difficult for a new god to support an eternal macroworld, the burden of all this could only be placed on her, and the hidden power of Kunlun could not be exposed yet.
100,000 years of waiting and 100,000 years of hiding one’s strength could not be compromised at this critical moment.
Just as Granny Begonia was about to ask, golden Buddhist lights appeared out of thin air not far. Soon, they turned into light spots and clouds, from which a Buddhist cultivator in a green monk robe walked out.
This Buddhist cultivator looked to be in his fifties or sixties. His face was bony, looking somewhat like Chi Yao, with a sacred Buddhist ring behind him.
Seeing this Buddhist cultivator, Chi Yao’s dull eyes suddenly regained some of their luster. She was on the verge of tears and said miserably, “Five hundred years… five hundred years. You’re finally willing to see me. Father, you’re so heartless. ”
“My dharma name is Jingxiu. I’ve long since embraced the Buddhist Sect. I’m no longer an emperor,” the green-robed Buddhist cultivator said as he counted the prayer beads in his right hand.
Chi Yao shook her head rigorously, really wanting to squeeze out tears so that the Buddhist monk opposite her would pity her. But she found that after forcing herself not to cry for 800 years, and after forcing herself to be strong for 800 years, it was so difficult for her to shed even a single tear now.
There were no tears left in her eyes.
Chi Yao tried hard to calm herself down. “Since you have already joined the Door of Sunyata, why did you come to see me today?”
“Because… I want to be a father for one day, just for one day. The Grand Supreme Master has returned. From now on, Kunlun doesn’t need you to support it alone. I swore we would only meet when this day arrived. Please forgive me. It was I who let you down all these years.”
The green-robed Buddhist cultivator’s expression was bleak, his face full of sorrow. His fingers trembled slightly, and the prayer beads scattered and fell into the void.
Granny Begonia certainly knew that this green-robed Buddhist cultivator was one of the nine emperors of Kunlun: Emperor Qing. When he saw the father and daughter meet again after 500 years, she consciously retreated into the distance.
Born in this era, they were all pitiful people.
One wanted to see her father, but she could not see him. One wanted to meet his daughter, but he could not meet her. 500 years ago, under the leadership of Emperor Qing and Princess Chi Yao, Kunlun was unified and the first Central Empire was established.
Emperor Qing disappeared from Kunlun when Princess Chi Yao ascended the throne.
Only a few cultivators knew that Emperor Qing and some other powerful warriors of the Infernal Court cultivators, who they thought were dead, had left Kunlun in batches. Some sneaked into the Infernal Court, and some went to the Celestial Court, and Emperor Qing was one of those who had gone to the Celestial Court.
Holding the memento, Emperor Qing had become a disciple of an ancient
Buddhist sect in the Western Buddha Realm that had some connection with Saint Monk Xumi. In a short time, he had reached divinity, proving the value of his existence.
The transcendent forces of the Celestial Court, such as the Western Buddha Realm and the Five-Element Temple, had once had a good relationship with
Kunlun.
But that was 100,000 years ago. Almost all their old friends in Kunlun had died. It was difficult for them to help Kunlun go against the Heavenly Realm, which was now at its peak.
That was why it was necessary for cultivators like Emperor Qing to come under their tutelage in advance, hoping that they could remember their old friendship and help Kunlun.
At the same time, Emperor Qing and the others had to work hard to reach divinity in a short period.
That was because only by attaining divinity could they gain a certain amount of power among the major forces like the Western Buddha Realm and the Five-Element Temple.
It was also because of their continuous efforts that they gained the support of some major forces in the Celestial Court. When Chi Yao achieved divinity,
Kunlun could once again become a subordinate mortal realm of the Celestial Court.
Otherwise, with the interference of the Heavenly Realm, it would be impossible for Kunlun to become a subordinate mortal realm of the Celestial Court.
If it could not become a subordinate mortal realm of the Celestial Court, the most serious consequence would be that after Saint Monk Xumi’s power to protect Kunlun disappeared, the Infernal Court would launch a large-scale attack on Kunlun, and the Celestial Court could stand by and watch, or they could also take part in the action of dividing up Kunlun.
They would openly divide and plunder.
The Supreme Saint and the gods would enter the realm and turn it upside down, just like the current Southern Sword Realm. They would not care whether Kunlun would be destroyed or how many lives would be lost.
At least for now, only cultivators below Supreme Sainthood could enter Kunlun, which would not be destroyed in a short term. At least, there were still some macroworlds that were really fighting against the Infernal Court, and they were buying time to save the Grand Supreme Master.
Countless cultivators were working hard to save Kunlun. They were saving their homes, protecting the mortals who had no strength to save themselves, and protecting the familiar world.
No matter how difficult it was, they had to grit their teeth and persevere.
Even if they knew they were going to die, they had to move forward without hesitation because there was no way back.
Only they could save themselves. Outsiders would not pity the weak.
Just like the macroworld Megrez. 100,000 years ago, it was an ally of Kunlun. But 100,000 years later, the leader of Megrez, Akash, was hellbent on getting benefits in Kunlun and snatching the most outstanding women.
If it were not because Emperor Qing and the others had joined the Western Buddha Realm and cultivated to attain divinity, the Western Buddha Realm, which had no conflicts with the rest of the world, might not have offended the Heavenly Realm and helped Kunlun as much as possible.
“With the return of the Grand Supreme Master, everything can be put down temporarily. You don’t have to hold on any longer. I know that these five hundred years… No, eight hundred years have been too tiring for you. It’s all my fault.” The green-robed Buddhist cultivator shook his head and sighed, his eyes reddening.
“Can we really let it go?”
Chi Yao looked in a trance, feeling that everything she heard was not real. It was as if she was in a dream.
The green-robed Buddhist cultivator was very perceptive. He could see that she was experiencing a major problem mentally. “Have you been in any problems lately? Why are your emotions fluctuating so much?”
Chi Yao stood still for a moment and shook her head gently.
The green-robed Buddhist cultivator sighed. “It seems that after you achieved divinity, you were always dealing with all kinds of things and running around. First, it was the War of Merit in the Zuling Realm, then it was the War of Merit in Kunlun. Besides, you had to deal with all kinds of difficulties from the gods in the Heavenly Realm. The pressure was too great. You lacked time to calm and cultivate your mind. Your tribulation of the heart might be here already. Follow me to the Western Buddha Realm and cultivate for a period. Let your mind calm down. You have already sacrificed 800 years for Kunlun, so you should have a period that belongs to you. Just forget about the abuse and praise from the mortals and cultivators of Kunlun, including the turmoil, honor, disgrace, sorrow, and joy in your heart.”
No matter how well a person did, there would be different opinions. Some people would insult him, some would praise him, some would disdain him, and some would admire him.
But as a father, the green-robed Buddhist cultivator only hoped that his daughter could let go of the heavy burden and live a happy life.
Because 800 years ago, he had treated his daughter cruelly.
And 500 years ago, he had left all the heavy burden to her.
During those years of practicing Buddhism, he had confessed and cried under the statue of Buddha. Emperors had hearts, gods had emotions, and of course, most of them were also helpless.
He regretted that he was not born into a common family..