Chapter 1095: Red Emperor's Realization of the Way

Six hundred thousand years ago, in the Cloud Heaven Court, Revered Cloud tamed the Heavenly River, making it flow on the ground. Time rushed by, and the waves washed away heroes.

Over one hundred thousand years after the Dragon Han Era, the Dragon Han Heaven Court absorbed the Dragon Heaven Court. Only the Cloud Heaven Court remained in the Primordial Realm.

Despite his exceptional wisdom, Revered Cloud led humanity in their dealings with the demigod races. However, with the overwhelming tide of events, he gradually felt a sense of powerlessness.

The Heavenly Alliance gradually split, forming different factions.

On this day, the conflict between the Dragon Han Heaven Court and the Cloud Heaven Court finally erupted.

The Heaven Court's army marched into the Primordial Realm. Lord Great Sun Star led the righteous gods of the celestial constellations and all the Heavenly Dipper and Earthly Fiend armies as the vanguard. The Ten Heaven Court Guards were deployed, and the Four Heavenly Gates and Four Heavenly Masters were also dispatched. The Heavenly Emperor ordered various Revered Heavens to lead their forces to conquer Cloud Heaven.

Lord Great Sun Star died before his mission was successful, struck down by a stray arrow on the battlefield. Another ancient god fell, and his aggrieved soul drifted eerily into the Netherworld.

As the army led by Revered Hao just exited the Southern Heavenly Gate, Revered Hao put away his divine bow and arrows, and said indifferently, "You know too much."

In the Cloud Heaven Court, Revered Cloud prepared two jade boxes and handed them to the Dao Ancestor, smiling, "Old Daoist, take these two jade boxes and leave. If you encounter Revered Qin and Revered Mu in the future, give one to Revered Qin and the other to Revered Mu."

The Dao Ancestor put away the jade boxes and asked, "Your Majesty, what about you?"

Revered Cloud smiled, looking at the approaching Heaven Court army, and chuckled, "I will stay. This Dragon Han Revolution was not thorough. We thought we had overthrown the ancient gods, but we didn't realize that after seizing power, we merely established another group of ancient gods. Revolution and reform require bloodshed, starting with me."

The Dao Ancestor bowed in farewell.

Revered Cloud cleared his mind, watching the approaching Heaven Court army. The rumbling sound of war drums echoed, shaking heaven and earth. As he watched the overwhelming Heaven Court army surge forward, he silently reflected on his life, acknowledging that he had accomplished many things, but also left many unfinished.

He still held many regrets in his heart, recalling many faces and remembering the exhilarating events he had experienced.

"My abilities are insufficient to achieve all of this. If I had colluded with you back then, moved the Cloud Heaven Court to the Dragon Han Heaven Court, and seized power, perhaps I could have survived. But…"

He laughed heartily, "How could I collude with you? If I did that, all living beings would still be sacrificial dogs, still offerings on an altar. What difference would there be between me and the ancient gods? Future Daoist friend, I leave what I could not achieve to you—"

The battle at the Cloud Heaven Court was exceptionally tragic, beyond description.

In the Primordial Realm, the civilization established by humanity was almost entirely wiped out, leaving behind only scattered, ruined relics.

During the war, Revered Cloud was besieged. The sheer number of masters, including Revered Hao, Revered Fire, Divine Emperor Langxuan, Ancestor God King, Void God King, the newly risen Consort Qiang, the "Empress Dowager" herself, and a mysterious Ming Fangyu, cut off all escape routes for Revered Cloud.

Ultimately, this Human Emperor fell.

The Cloud Heaven Court was conquered, and the Heaven Court gods rushed in to plunder its wealth. However, they found the palace to be largely devoid of treasures, appearing very humble.

"Revered Cloud, merely seeking fame!"

The crowd sneered, "His pretense of humility is merely to win over people's hearts. He must have another hidden treasury! We heard he was the one who stole from Zhaoyang Hall back then. He must have hidden those treasures, keeping his own vault and taking those items for himself!"

However, they searched throughout the Cloud Heaven Court but could not find the supposed private vault of Revered Cloud.

As a result, for a long time afterward, many demigods searched everywhere for treasures, attempting to find the whereabouts of the items from Zhaoyang Hall.

Revered Moon, along with Revered Ling and other human talents, retreated in defeat. Ultimately, the ambition in Revered Moon's heart vanished, and disheartened, she decided to withdraw to Taolin.

Revered Ling, still being useful, was protected by the "Empress Dowager."

Revered Cloud's body was taken by Ming Fangyu. A year later, Ming Fangyu arrived in the Grand Void and placed his body on the forehead of the Grand Emperor, a smile on his face. "Revered Cloud, do you remember?" he said. "I told you that all three of you would become my spoils of war, and you are the first!"

The Grand Emperor's forehead lacked the Primeval Stone, making it a perfectly suitable place to suppress Revered Cloud's physical body.

In the realm of supreme divine consciousness, no one could reach this place; at most, they could only perceive this "spoil of war" of the Grand Emperor.

"And Revered Moon, Revered Ling, rest assured, they too will become my spoils of war in the future!"

Ming Fangyu laughed, "Because there is another me in this world!"

The Cloud Heaven Court was treated as a massive spoil of war and sent to the Dragon Han Heaven Court, merging with it. As Revered Cloud had contributed greatly to the world by opening the Divine Bridge and Divine Treasures, the Heavenly Emperor pardoned his clansmen, moved the Yun family to the Heaven Court, established the Yun Estate, and did not pursue any crimes of the family members.

As for humanity's civilization in the Primordial Realm, only ruins remained.

Time flew by, and tens of thousands of years of the Dark Ages passed unknowingly. Civilization re-ignited, and suffering humanity struggled forward amidst thorns and fierce beasts.

On this day, some strong male hunters, carrying longbows, pursued a wild deer to a ruin. The wild deer disappeared, and the ancient ruin was a scene of devastation.

These hunters, resembling primitive men, wiped mud from their foreheads and stared blankly at the traces left by civilization.

In the distance, the vast Heavenly River descended, plunging into the earth and transforming into a mighty river thousands of miles wide.

This was the point where the Heavenly River fell into the Primordial Realm, also known as Hongkou, meaning "the source of floods."

Nearby were several valleys shaped like footprints. Ancient legends told of a divine being who had held up the falling Heavenly River here, saving all living beings.

However, these were mere legends, and no one believed them.

People of that era were primitive and ignorant; only a few common cultivation methods had been passed down, and human gods were exceedingly rare.

Just then, a muscular red-haired man suddenly looked up and saw a statue of a three-headed, six-armed god.

The statue's muscular physique was ferocious, its six arms raised high, as if supporting the Heavenly River falling from the sky.

The statue's face was no longer discernible, but its posture conveyed an incredibly powerful impact, leaving the red-haired man profoundly shaken.

The spirit of bearing the Heavenly River to protect all living beings moved him to tears. Unbeknownst to himself, he achieved enlightenment beneath the statue, sitting there for over ten days.

Afterward, this man often came here to comprehend his ultimate techniques and divine abilities.

"Chief Chi!"

His clansmen found him here and called out, "The Heavenly River is swelling rapidly! A great flood is coming and will soon engulf this place. Quickly order our people to move!"

Chi stood up, manifested his three-headed, six-armed primordial spirit, and led his clansmen on a long, arduous migration.

He suddenly looked back as the three-headed, six-armed statue in the ruins was engulfed by the surging floodwaters.

He turned and led his clansmen eastward.

A morning sun leaped from the water, filling the sky with red light. The floodwaters behind him, illuminated by the morning glow, were blood-red, devouring everything in their path.