si-mexico Chapter 1139: Different Perspectives
Chapter 1139: Different Perspectives
"Take your time, don't rush."
"The power contained in this object is far too great, beyond imagination. And your cultivation is still weak. If anything were to happen to you, you would be in grave danger."
Gu Ce reminded him.
He knew that Qin Yiyao had obtained the treasure of the Wanchao civilization.
Although the treasure itself is simple and unremarkable, unlike other treasures, the Divine Emperor Battle Formation is extremely attractive to those cultivators who cultivate the Dao of Fortune.
It's as if you can spot something amiss as soon as you see it.
This allure far surpasses that of other treasures.
It's not surprising that she obtained this item, since almost everyone in the Wanchao Civilization believed that it was stolen by the Great Enemy of the Epoch.
Although Gu Ce had a different opinion on this...
After deciphering a very small portion of the memories of the Great Enemy of the Era, Gu Ce believed that the God Emperor's Battle Formation was not stolen, but rather a "reward" or a "key item".
From his memories, Gu Ce knew that Gu Heng had taken the God Emperor's Battle Formation from in front of the God Emperor of the Yun Dynasty.
As a treasure of civilization containing divine power, it is absolutely impossible for this object to be taken from the eyes of the gods without causing war. Even though the God Emperor of the Dynasty has been usurped by the people of the civilization below and has seized most of his power, it does not mean that it has lost its ability to resist.
That leaves only one possibility.
The God Emperor's Battle Formation was handed over by the gods themselves.
Although Gu Ce was extremely curious about this and wanted to know what secrets it contained, he dared not delve into it.
The gods and the great enemies of the era exchanged information.
That's really rare.
It was so rare that even now, Gu Ce still reminisces about it.
"let's start."
Gu Ce looked at Qin Yiyao and said coldly.
The Divine Emperor Battle Formation floated silently in front of Qin Yiyao, its dark gold patterns flowing slowly like living things. Every fluctuation of power seemed to resonate with her heartbeat. At this moment, the dark gold patterns flowing on the banner seemed to sense the change in her state of mind and became even more active.
Qin Yiyao placed her hands lightly on the battle formation and actively immersed her divine sense into it.
The microcosm of the city's territory seemed to come alive, with all people paying homage and the mountains and rivers trembling. A grand and ancient will, through the banners, formed a closer connection with her.
She could feel the immense power contained within the banner; it was the battle spirit of countless rulers of dynasties, the voice of that ancient, immortal army.
But Qin Yiyao was even more aware of something else.
These warrior spirits did not simply "obey" her, but rather "yearned" for her.
They longed to fight for her, to follow her, and to trample their iron hooves in any direction she pointed.
This isn't right.
Qin Yiyao's cultivation was only at the first level of the Creation Realm. Although she was considered young and promising in the myriad worlds, she was far from being able to make these remnant souls of the rulers of dynasties who were once regional overlords who ruled over hundreds of millions of lives so fanatical.
unless……
"Unless I was meant to be in charge of them."
The moment this thought surfaced in her mind, the God Emperor Battle Formation trembled violently!
hum!
A deep, resonant war drumbeat rose from the depths of his consciousness, initially faint, but then rolling out like thunder.
"coming."
Gu Ce's voice seemed to come from a very distant place.
The God Emperor's battle formation was about to pull her into a different dimension, a wondrous realm where the boundaries between body and soul were blurred, and no one could explain what kind of power it was composed of.
This time, Qin Yiyao did not resist the torrent of information and calls that came her way.
She had resisted before, simply because she felt that going too far was not a good thing.
But no more.
It's time to delve deeper and find out what's going on.
In an instant, the world was spinning.
Her consciousness seemed to be dragged into a bottomless vortex, surrounded by shattered light and shadow and deafening shouts of battle. The clash of swords and the roar of war were all mixed together into a chaotic sound wave.
Immediately afterwards, all the sounds vanished.
My eyes suddenly opened up.
Qin Yiyao found herself standing on a vast, boundless wasteland.
The sky was iron gray, with only thick, leaden clouds pressing low over the horizon. Countless decaying skeletons were mixed in with the cracked, dark red earth, and tattered banners fluttered eerily in the windless environment, their original emblems no longer recognizable.
With just a gentle sniff, she could tell that the place was filled with the smells of gunpowder, rust, and a faint odor of decay.
This is a strange land long forgotten by time, where only war and death are eternally frozen.
Qin Yiyao felt a chill run down her spine.
She looked down at herself. Her body, formed from her divine sense, was no different from the outside world. Her moon-white dress was spotless, making her stand out from her surroundings. She could clearly feel the hardness and coldness of the ground beneath her feet and smell the real scent in the air.
This is not merely a hallucination, but rather a real alternate realm existing in conjunction with the God Emperor's battle formation.
"Such a scene unfolds within the God Emperor's battle formation..."
she muttered.
Qin Yiyao's eyes quickly sharpened.
She saw a blurry figure appear in front of her, standing with its back to her, as if gazing at this endless wasteland battlefield.
The figure was not solid, but rather formed from gathered mist. However, one could still discern the outline of the figure wearing a royal crown. Even though it was just a remnant soul, it still exuded the majesty of someone who had long held a high position and the vicissitudes of having experienced blood and fire.
Seemingly sensing her presence, the figure slowly turned around.
Her face was blurred, but her eyes, like two burning eerie flames, pierced through the barrier of time and landed on Qin Yiyao.
There was no hostility, no scrutiny, only a calm waiting.
"The latecomers".
A hoarse yet authoritative voice resounded directly in Qin Yiyao's mind, "I've finally waited for you."
Qin Yiyao was startled, but her face did not show any fear. She simply nodded slightly and asked, "Senior, who are you?"
"The name has long since vanished with the dynasty, so let's not mention it."
The voice of that ghostly figure carried endless weariness, yet also a hint of relief: "Since you can trigger the resonance of the battle formation and set foot in this 'Burial Emperor Plain,' you are the one we have been waiting for."
"Us?"
Qin Yiyao looked around.
wrong.
There should be other things here.
As if in response to her question, a strange change occurred on the wasteland!
Countless crimson plumes rose from the cracks in the earth, amidst skeletons and banners!
At first, they were just wisps of water, but in the blink of an eye, they converged into a stream, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, surging towards the direction where Qin Yiyao was!
One, two, ten, a hundred...
More and more figures appeared amidst the blood-red smoke that filled the sky.
Without exception, these figures were all blurry and indistinct, making her feel that they might dissipate at any moment. However, without exception, they all exuded powerful auras and the unique temperament that could only be forged by those who wielded power and ascended the throne.
These remnant souls are all rulers of dynasties!
They were at least ancient emperors who once ruled over a vast territory, united the fortunes of hundreds of millions of people, and left their mark on the annals of civilizations throughout the ages.
In a short while, countless soul shadows stood around Qin Yiyao.
Thousands upon thousands, countless.