Strongest War Emperor

An ancient, desolate aura emanated from this person.

He was dressed in white robes, his hair moving on its own without any wind. Where his feet stood, a hurricane stirred, kicking up sand and stones!

He stood in the void, his body flickering between solid and illusory, yet he remained as still as an iron statue.

With his hands clasped behind his back, his body radiated a divine glow. An overwhelmingly powerful Sword Intent poured out of him.

Streams of majestic and sharp Sword Qi raged all around. Each wisp of Sword Qi seemed to contain a Sword Intent capable of shattering the void, tearing apart the Azure Vault, and slicing through eternity!

At that moment, the middle-aged man seemed to transform into a peerless Demon Saber!

The peerless blade light was incomparably sharp, its domineering power unparalleled in the world!

"CLANG CLANG CLANG..."

The Celestial Water Blade, lying before Shen Lang, began to tremble on its own, as if it wanted to bow in worship toward the man in white!

A ferocious and unrivaled Sword Intent swept across the entire Celestial Pillar Peak, filling the sky and blanketing the earth with Sword Qi!

The man in white had done nothing. The mere appearance of his form had naturally stirred the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, creating a commotion no less impressive than when Shen Lang had summoned the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt!

An invisible pressure bore down on Shen Lang, making it difficult for him to breathe...

"Hmph!"

Shen Lang snorted coldly. The will of the War Emperor activated, and a powerful aura that looked down upon the heavens and earth emanated from his body!

After fusing with the War Emperor’s memories, the War Emperor’s will had completely merged with his body. Whenever he wished, his every move could exude an innate, soul-shaking dominance!

Following Shen Lang’s cold snort, a tyrannical, unrivaled Battle Intent that disdained the world erupted from within him.

The air in all directions suddenly split apart, churning and retreating!

The divine light and treasured radiance around him mingled, pushing back against the man in white’s momentum.

A Great Emperor, born for battle!

’You have a Sword Intent that is domineering and unparalleled. I have a Battle Intent that can shatter the Azure Vault and suppress all of eternity!’

The will of a War Emperor would not be trampled upon!

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

Shen Lang slowly rose to his feet, his gaze icy and devoid of fear.

Even if his current strength was as weak as an ant’s before an expert of this Level, he was no ant!

A true man stands tall between heaven and earth! How could he yield to such pressure?

As the Commander of the Human Race, the War Emperor slaughtered his enemies in all directions and ruled over the world. How majestic and domineering was that?

How could he retreat even a single step in the face of such oppressive momentum?

If it was unavoidable...

Even if he couldn’t win, his only choice was to fight!

’People like us... why should we fear a fight!’

...

Hearing Shen Lang’s words, the corner of the white-robed man’s eye twitched. The momentum around him instantly vanished without a trace.

He landed on the ground, looking flustered. He bowed and said awkwardly, "Master, please calm your anger. This disciple had no intention of intimidating you. It’s just... It’s just that I haven’t been out for many years and momentarily forgot to control my momentum. This disciple knows his crime! Please punish me, Master!"

As the man in white spoke, he waved his hand and immediately placed a transparent Barrier over Celestial Pillar Peak.

If one were to look down from above, they would find that Shen Lang had disappeared from Celestial Pillar Peak.

Shen Lang walked over to a green rock and sat down. He said indifferently, "You keep calling me ’Master,’ but I don’t recall ever having a disciple as ridiculously powerful as you. Who are you? And why were you inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron?"

"Well..." A trace of confusion appeared in the middle-aged man’s eyes.

He gave a bitter smile and said, "This disciple’s physical body has been shattered, leaving only my Soul and Primordial Spirit. I am extremely weak, and my memories are fragmented. I can’t remember anything about my past, other than my name is Zuo Wentian. I’m afraid I cannot answer your questions, Master."

’It really is him!’ Shen Lang’s eyes narrowed as he thought to himself, ’I knew it. Across the entire Star Continent, besides the Sword Emperor Zuo Wentian, who else could naturally emit such a domineering, space-shattering Sword Intent while their Primordial Spirit is so weak?’

Having fused with the War Emperor’s memories, Shen Lang was crystal clear about the powerful experts of the continent from the past tens of thousands of years.

The War God Hall commanded the Human Race, and when it came to information about experts from all factions, absolutely no other power could compare.

Although the War Emperor had sealed and "censored" the faces and related memories of many people close to him, the memory of someone like "Sword Emperor" Zuo Wentian—a man who had rampaged across the world with impunity long before he was born—was perfectly clear.

Countless pieces of information flooded Shen Lang’s mind, and various thoughts flashed by like lightning, but he did not directly reveal Zuo Wentian’s identity.

He asked with a calm expression, "So you’re saying you might have experienced something catastrophic that destroyed your body and shattered your memories, and now you don’t even know your own identity or where you’re from?"

"Yes. I vaguely remember that my body was already destroyed before I encountered the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, but my memories were still intact. At the time, I think I was coveting the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, but I was nearly struck to the point of Soul Scattering by the Tribulation Thunder within it, and was ultimately sealed inside. If Master hadn’t brought out that Black and White Qi, I’m afraid I would have been trapped in there for all eternity."

"Tribulation Thunder? There’s Tribulation Thunder inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron? Are you sure? Is it ordinary lightning, or the Tribulation Thunder from an expert undergoing a tribulation?" Shen Lang said in surprise.

Zuo Wentian said miserably, "It’s Tribulation Thunder. I will never forget that. It’s the kind of Tribulation Thunder that only appears when one faces a Celestial Tribulation. There is a separate space within the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron. As the one who controls the cauldron, you can come and go as you please and can check it for yourself. Inside, there is only a three-hundred-zhang-tall Gate of Creation and nothing else. I suspect that the Tribulation Thunder comes from that Gate of Creation..." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"The Gate of Creation... We’ll talk about that later." Shen Lang waved his hand, cutting him off. "You said before that the green liquid is called ’Life Spiritual Liquid’? Do you know what it is exactly? Where does it come from?"

"In the Upper Realm, there is a realm called the ’Pangu Realm.’ Within the Pangu Realm is an Exotic Treasure called the ’Spring of Life.’ This green liquid is the Life Spiritual Liquid from the Spring of Life. It has the heaven-defying effect of reviving the dead and regrowing flesh on bare bones... My memories about this are a bit chaotic. I think I read about it in some Classics, which is why I could recognize it."

Zuo Wentian paused slightly and continued, "This substance overflows from the Gate of Creation inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron. It appears on the first day of every month, roams inside the cauldron for one Circulation, and then returns to the Gate of Creation. Back then, the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron was always sealed on your chest, Master, so this Life Spiritual Liquid never appeared outside of it. As for me, because I couldn’t capture this green liquid, I could only absorb a tiny remnant of it each time it appeared..."

"But even that tiny remnant was enough to save me when I was on the verge of having my soul scattered by the Tribulation Thunder. Otherwise, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even be able to stand here and speak with you, Master."

"So the Life Spiritual Liquid comes from the Gate of Creation... Take me to see it later." Shen Lang finally showed a reaction.

Zuo Wentian said respectfully, "Master, after you release the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron and absorb that drop of Life Spiritual Liquid, you will be able to connect with the cauldron and enter it."

"Oh?"

Shen Lang pondered for a moment but did not summon the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron as Zuo Wentian had said.

"You keep calling me ’Master.’ I’m actually a little curious. With your Cultivation, even as a Soul Body, you should be able to see my bone age and know that my real age is no more than seventeen... Your Cultivation is immense, yet you call someone with weak Cultivation like me ’Master.’ Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration?"

After a moment of silence, Zuo Wentian spoke cautiously, "This disciple vaguely remembers that before losing my memories, I seemed to have practiced a strange art of Divination. I foresaw that I would face a calamity, and that Master would not only be the one to save me from it but also the one to guide me onto the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth! That is why this memory has been stored deep within my soul... Master comes from an Otherworld, possesses heaven-defying fortune, holds the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron in your palm, grasps the Gate of Creation, and has obtained the Upper Realm’s Exotic Treasure, the Life Spiritual Liquid. All signs indicate that you are the guide I divined before my body was destroyed!"

"You said I come from an Otherworld... What do you mean by that?" Shen Lang’s heart trembled violently as he asked with a grave expression.

’Besides the War Emperor, even this Zuo Wentian knows about my transmigration from Earth? I can’t help but be shocked.’

"Otherworld means that Master comes from another world... This is also something I divined."

Zuo Wentian looked at Shen Lang, a little nervous, and spoke cautiously.

Shen Lang was silent for a moment, then laughed and said, "Legend has it that the Witchcraft capable of knowing the past and future only exists among the mysterious Witch Race. Other powerful experts, no matter how vast their Divine Techniques, can at best only divine their own fortunes and misfortunes; they can’t possibly predict future events in such clear detail. I didn’t expect you to have foreseen things so many years in the future with such clarity..."

"However, although you are only a Soul Body right now, your Cultivation is so powerful that I am no match for you... Just by calling me Master, you expect me to give you a portion of the Life Spiritual Liquid? That doesn’t seem like a very good deal for me."

Shen Lang continued, "I don’t mind accepting you as a disciple. However, you must have been an incredible figure on the continent before you were injured. Right now, your memories are chaotic, and you can’t remember who you are. If one day you regain your memories and think I’m taking advantage of you... you could crush me with a single finger in an instant."

He didn’t do something as foolish as driving Zuo Wentian away, nor did he directly tell him to give up.

This man was simply too powerful; he was utterly incapable of opposing him right now.

If he angered the other party, it was hard to say whether this man with fragmented memories would go on a rampage on the spot.

When Zuo Wentian heard this, he immediately became alarmed and declared loudly, "I, Zuo Wentian, swear on my Heart Demon! In this life, I vow to follow Master to the death, to sweep away all obstacles on your path to success. I will climb a mountain of blades or descend into a sea of fire and never so much as frown! If I have any disloyal thoughts, may I be struck down by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, my soul scattered, never to be reborn!"

"Hey, you..."

Before Shen Lang could stop him, Zuo Wentian had already completed the Heart Demon Blood Oath.

In this world, there were Rules and powers that even Divine Demons feared. Whether it was a contract or a Heart Demon Blood Oath, once violated, the chances of it coming true were ninety-nine, if not one hundred, percent.

Ordinary Martial Artists would not dare to make such a Heart Demon Blood Oath lightly, and the powerful experts of the world were even more wary of it.

Yet Zuo Wentian had made the Heart Demon Blood Oath without the slightest hesitation, demonstrating his sincerity.

Shen Lang stood up and slowly took two steps away.

This matter was of great importance; he had to carefully sort out all the pros and cons.