On this day, the whole world was decorated with lanterns and streamers.

Lanterns were lit in celebration, and some restaurants were draped with red silk, beginning promotional activities.

Even in noble families across regions, many people wept with joy.

In this battle, they didn't fight without sacrifices. Talents from these wealthy sects and hidden families all joined the fight.

For five hundred years, Yang Tiansheng continuously won the trust of various sects in secret, establishing an organization.

Now, this era no longer faces monopolization.

"Did we win?"

"It's hateful, ah, those many supreme talents, so many demigods, all devoured by eight wretched bastards, bone by bone!"

"They originally dreamed of breakthroughs, and their qualifications were astounding, meant for a radiant future."

"Now, is it all over?"

"It should be over, as long as the new Martial Path Emperor isn't another one of them."

A new emperor thoroughly ruled the world and opened the paths for all.

Moreover, he announced most of the existing Life Maps, 67 Martial Path Life Maps, to the entire world.

In the future, demigod breakthroughs with existing maps can follow these to the highest level of Six Rings Demigod.

The whole continent was shaken!

This was so generous.

In their eyes, not stopping the emergence of demigods was already good, yet they couldn't imagine such openness.

Each of these demigod Life Maps represents the pinnacle of a demigod's martial path! A lifetime's worth of efforts.

The rarity of each is enough for the world to fight over.

This completely changed the system and limits of the martial arts civilization, making everyone praise this wise emperor and sing his praises.

The emperor then transformed into a scholar, walking in this world five hundred years later, smiling on the streets, observing everything like an onlooker.

He knew that to step into eternity, certain things must be adapted to, and certain eras must go through much.

He looked upwards:

Five hundred years in a glance, who can transcend the era and leap out of the world?

In the teahouses on the streets, young martial artists were in constant discussion: "Yang Tiansheng, now unmatched in the world, Emperor Tiansheng!"

"Unimaginable, those eight decaying existences hoarded countless demigod foundations, severed the future, yet were overthrown by him!"

"Unbelievable, truly unbelievable! Such talent, unimaginable!"

Many found this emperor's actions astonishing.

Only Emperor Tiansheng knew he wasn't innately divine; even with his astounding talent, he wasn't a match for those eight combined but had guidance from an ancient existence.

And that being was the truly terrifying one.

With just a few glances, he discerned which path Yang Tiansheng should take and recommended martial arts that perfectly fit his system.

Cough, cough, cough.

On Martial God Mountain, Yang Tiansheng suddenly coughed blood.

In that battle, he wasn't without sequelae, burning too much vitality,

He sat alone on Martial God Mountain, suddenly recalling his past self, barely alive, vaguely seeing the figure of a white-clad man, holding a bloodstained handkerchief, constantly coughing blood.

That man seemed to have become an eternal memory.

Yang Tiansheng suddenly stroked the ground stone slabs stained with blood, "The blood and tears he sacrificed for humanity dyed the entire mountain red, the pressure and pain he endured for our Martial Arts Continent."

He felt his current hidden injuries were terrifying.

And what about the Emperor?

It's unimaginable how many injuries he suffered in his lifetime.

This blood could almost reverse the flow of rivers.

He looked up at the sky and suddenly laughed loudly:

"And now, do you see it? Five hundred years have passed, Your Majesty, I have severed those decays, I did it, broke through my cage..."

This present-day dominating Martial Path Emperor sat on the emperor's throne, muttering to himself, coughing, coughing, and suddenly started coughing again.

...

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"Indeed surprising."

Li Qing glanced at the Eight Desolate Martial Arts Continent.

He found it interesting.

Due to certain coincidences, even the Emperor wouldn't have expected that upon returning, his future self would have become a guardian god in the eyes of the world, sacrificing blood for the people.

At this moment, looking into the distant void,

It was an immensely vast floating continent divided into eight sections, with void rifts needing to be crossed.

Unable to piece together, this gave the compulsive Li Qing a sense of discomfort.

It seemed to have reached the limit of fragmentation, unable to merge further, feeling rather strange.

Perhaps.

When fully pieced together, it would be a true space world, rather than fragmented space pieces.

"These matters should be left for them to research. Hopefully, I'll see the day it all comes together sooner."

He gazed far into the void continent.

Now the Emperor and Minis and others had entered into preparation, racing against time.

They had no mind for anything else, allowing Li Qing new thoughts.

"Another great war, the era changes, another realm of beings perished, leaving room for new subordinates, it's time to seek Awakening from new fragments far away."

The so-called far, was very, very far indeed.

The Eight Desolates Martial Arts Continent had absorbed the nearby space, forming a shattered continent, directly facing the three-room-and-one-hall space breach.

The surrounding far-off places were largely void with no fragments.

He could only continue traversing, ultimately finding a new fragment within.

He invested large resources he prepared, then awakened single-cell organisms to reach control limits, then left them be.

Presumably, it was only a wild Small Secret Realm.

After all, the Martial Arts Continent had maturely accumulated civilization infusion, while this place had none, growing as initially wild and crude, requiring time to accumulate.

At this point, Li Qing looked at the other space fragments, pondering:

"Reaching the limit, should I create some uncontrolled wild single-cell organisms?"

If truly without control imprints, it won't limit innate potential... later capturing and imprinting them would be a perfect solution, right?"

But after contemplating for a while, he halted this thought.

Better not act recklessly.

If a monster-level being emerged and he couldn't suppress it, branding it heavily would indeed be a great thing.

But what if he couldn't defeat it?

If someone overturned everything he had, ran out of the three-room-and-one-hall chasing after him, also shouting angrily, "What backhand dares to manipulate my life, what Celestial Dao dares to stand above?"

If pursued from the first room to the third without blinking, wouldn't that be a joke?

He began to restrain his reckless heart, deciding on a more cautious approach.

Some things he would ordinarily appear reckless in, but there was always a fallback, considering the consequences of failure and whether he could bear it before acting.

At present, he truly feared certain existences, realizing the consequences of failure couldn't be borne.

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