Chapter 416: Tyrant Cherry Blossom Emperor

A living god of this era!

Countless Heavenly Emperors were shaken. Her immense prestige and power were at their peak, and her terrifying aura could easily crush them.

Previously, many Heavenly Emperors had deduced that the path to godhood was severed, making it impossible to become a god in the current era. Yet, Emperor Sakura had broken through these limitations, clearly holding a great secret.

“How did she achieve godhood?”

“This... this is impossible! According to our deductions, one must enter a different space to become a god. After ascending to a higher dimension, it's difficult for gods to descend to the mortal realm! Yet, Emperor Sakura seems to have long resided in the mortal world!”

This was a difficult thing to comprehend.

Based on the deductions of various Heavenly Emperors, the existence of a god was too terrifying for this world to easily accommodate, making it difficult for them to manifest.

However, Emperor Sakura could easily descend to the mortal world and interfere with its affairs.

“Clearly, this is not the method of achieving godhood by residing in a higher space!”

“It’s unimaginable! What unique method of achieving godhood has she pioneered?”

“It is said that the Ancient Gods could also move freely in the mortal world!”

Many speculated there were roughly three possibilities.

The first possibility was that Sakura, the Umbrella Woman, possessed extraordinary talent, reaching an extreme level of brilliance, and had deduced a method of achieving godhood beyond all known paths and imagination. However, this probability was too low; even the Heavenly Emperors could not achieve such a feat, making it difficult to imagine her aptitude being so exaggerated.

The second possibility was that Sakura, the Umbrella Woman, had killed Caroline and others, obtaining all the research achievements of the Ishdar people. The accumulated wisdom of a higher civilization would naturally enable her to achieve this.

The third possibility was that the Ancient Gods had bestowed it upon her.

Regardless, witnessing a living god descend, they could only silently put aside their ambitions and humbly submit.

Year One of the Holy Sakura Dynasty.

Holy Emperor Sakura ascended the throne and performed her coming-of-age ceremony, shaking heaven and earth. The Sea Race, the Corpse Race, and the Ishdar all presented congratulatory gifts.

“To be a god upon coming of age, it’s unimaginable!”

They looked on as an unparalleled young woman, holding a red umbrella, stood upon the city's royal palace. Her eyes were unfathomable, radiating dominance, looking down on the world and everything in it with arrogance.

“Gentlemen, since you are here to offer congratulations, a small gift is always expected!” Emperor Sakura’s gaze lowered.

“How about you offer the energy you’ve collected for achieving godhood?”

At these words, all the Heavenly Emperors who had come to offer congratulations were in an uproar!

Originally, Emperor Sakura held the same status as them, and each had collected a portion of energy for achieving godhood, at the cost of endless blood. Now, Sakura was demanding they hand over all their accumulated reserves!?

This was cutting off their path to godhood!

A Heavenly Emperor of the Corpse Race couldn't help but speak, “Since you have become a god, you should be our leader, the master of this era. You should be benevolent, and all beings are your subjects—”

“Hmm?”

Emperor Sakura’s eyes widened.

“Are you telling me what to do?”

A terrifying pressure descended from the heavens, an intimidating aura spreading out as if the one true god of the world was looking down upon it, her intimidating presence burning through the sky.

That Emperor screamed, collapsing to the ground. The terrifying momentum swept across heaven and earth, winds howled, pressing down on all the Heavenly Emperors so that they couldn't even raise their heads.

“What did you say? Say it again.”

Emperor Sakura smiled very gently, “I will listen to the will of all beings.”

“The will of all beings is to present a congratulatory gift!! I… I am willing to offer a congratulatory gift!” That Heavenly Emperor coughed up blood, prostrated himself on the ground, frantically kowtowing and screaming repeatedly.

The surrounding Heavenly Emperors’ hairs stood on end, their hearts trembling.

Emperor Sakura was a complete zombie tyrant, just like the killer fiend of yesteryear. She found pleasure in slaughter, possessed extreme personality flaws, and absolutely should not be provoked!

Year One of the Holy Sakura Dynasty.

Emperor Sakura coerced all the Heavenly Emperors in the world, collecting their twelve portions of energy prepared for becoming gods, and rapidly advanced to become a Mid-level God!

Year Seven of the Holy Sakura Dynasty.

Emperor Sakura, with her great vision and strategy, enfeoffed lands, designating Heavenly Emperors as feudal lords who were to pay regular tributes. She also commanded them to periodically enter zombie-infested areas and bring out clan members who had newly awakened intelligence.

In reality, higher-level zombies would also hunt lower-level zombies to obtain their brain nuclei and enhance their cultivation. After all, humans were far too scarce; the greater purpose was to acquire the skills within their minds.

However, with the implementation of this system, once ordinary zombies evolved into higher-level ones and developed intelligence, they would become citizens and receive protection, and other higher-level zombies would be forbidden from hunting them.

Consequently, the Corpse Race began to flourish.

Corpse Race males and females gradually began to interbreed, producing a new generation of offspring.

“Breaking away from primitiveness and refusing to kill one another is an essential experience for a race,” Emperor Sakura stated. “Otherwise, how can we propagate?”

Her wisdom remained unfathomable.

In the same year, she ordered the construction of the “Welyar Wall” in the central city, providing residence for the Ishdar people to live and multiply. Of course, they were also required to provide corresponding technology and civilization to the Corpse Race.

Year Eleven of the Holy Sakura Dynasty.

The Corpse Race population began to flourish, gradually reaching hundreds of thousands.

Emperor Sakura was a temperamental tyrant, authoritarian and autocratic. She never held morning court or convened meetings; everything was decided by her personally.

However, her wisdom and talent, coupled with her foresight, gradually earned the Corpse Race’s trust.

Year Twelve of the Holy Sakura Dynasty.

News arrived from the Sea Race, a tributary subordinate race, that Hailan Winter was nearing her demise.

This most ancient Emperor was about to depart, symbolizing the complete end of the Ishdar era, a fact that evoked deep sighs.

However, the inability to become a god and dying of old age was the inevitable fate of all Heavenly Emperors.

Yet, no one knew Emperor Sakura’s method of achieving godhood! Nor could it be revealed to others!

Kuweidiyas, the Royal City of the Ocean.

Hailan Winter, once the overlord of the ocean, was now an old woman. For beings like them, bodies could be replaced, but the aging of the brain was the truly unavoidable factor.

She felt her mind aging, her consciousness blurring.

She recalled her youth, and the beloved she met. In her prime, she encountered the most beautiful love; he personally told her that they, as husband and wife, would protect the honor of the Sea Race.

“Without him, what meaning does life hold?” Hailan Winter chuckled softly, her eyes reflecting on past years, “Without him, it’s better to become him.”

She was glad she hadn't died with her husband, because she had encountered many interesting things, like Caroline, and also the Ancient Gods. Only then did she understand that often, the beauty of life extended beyond love, exemplified by Caroline and the Ancient Gods, who never lingered on such matters.

Many things happened afterward. She personally witnessed the demise of a great civilization. Her persistence had been correct; ultimately, she had led her civilization to its peak, and the oceanic civilization of Kuweidiyas had ruled the world for a period.

But that period was not long; it was eventually replaced by a new civilization, due to the emergence of a god.

Beside her, Zhao Shirou bitterly closed her eyes, “Oh, Ancient God, why did you refuse our request?”

“The will of the Ancient Gods is not something we can fathom,” Hailan Winter sighed. “We all endure the pain of time’s passage. Neither the Ishdar nor us can halt this irreversible torrent of time.”

Suddenly, in a daze, she saw a shadow slowly approaching her.

“Hailan Winter, you wished to see me?”

Hailan Winter’s cloudy eyes suddenly widened. Her frail body struggled on the throne, “You’ve finally come! I wish to fulfill the wager from back then!”

“Wager?” Xu Zhi was momentarily stunned.

“Yes, the wager,” Hailan Winter said, trembling, “The wager… Caroline eventually died. She didn't have time to hand everything over to me. I wish to ask the Ancient God, as a witness to the wager, to entrust the Ishdar civilization to me.”

Xu Zhi understood instantly.

Hailan Winter had always wanted to see him, not just for his spatial ring, but also to try to achieve godhood using Ishdar technology. Many Ishdar technologies remained undisclosed, and it was highly probable they possessed semi-finished spatial technology.

Xu Zhi chuckled softly, “I have indeed come this time to fulfill the wager.”

Hailan Winter’s face lit up with excitement, her voice filled with hope, “I knew long ago that once the virus spread, it would be impossible to contain! Because it mutates through human brains. No matter how brilliant the scientists Caroline took with her were, they couldn't possibly contend with the computational power of hundreds of millions of Ishdar minds; the degree of mutation is incalculable.”

“Ancient God, your return this time is indeed to witness the outcome of that wager. However, Hailan Winter, you did not win.”

A stunningly beautiful woman, holding an umbrella and adorned with cherry blossoms, slowly arrived on this land, her exquisite bare feet treading on the seashell-strewn streets of the seabed, gazing at the white-haired old woman.

“Emperor Sakura, the Umbrella Woman!!” Hailan Winter’s pupils suddenly dilated as if she had witnessed something incredible.