Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 939: Chapter 938: Archaic Era

The peak of all realms!

These words are spoken with great emphasis by Nuwa, as if intentionally telling Su Han that choosing this condition offers greater benefits to himself than choosing to revive Little Qing.

And does Su Han not already know?

The peak of all realms signifies his fleshly cultivation, martial path cultivation, magic cultivation...

His fleshly cultivation is already at the Dragon God Realm Peak; if he breaks through further, he’d become a Dragon Emperor.

His martial path cultivation is still at the Dragon God Realm Early Stage, but if Nuwa assists him, he could directly reach the Dragon God Realm Peak!

In other words, if Su Han genuinely chooses this condition, then Nuwa could even aid him in condensing the Six Paths Primal Spirit that hasn’t yet been formed!

As for magic cultivation, he is a First Order Grand Mage. Reaching the peak of this realm would make him a Seventh-Order Grand Magister, just a step away from becoming a Magic Saint!

And should he truly reach such heights, Su Han could easily kill Yuan Ling and others; simply relying on the cultivation of a Seventh-Order Grand Magister, he would no longer fear anyone threatening him on the Dragon Martial Continent, not even if a Dragon Venerate appeared. Su Han would have the confidence to protect himself!

It is truly a challenging choice but Su Han shakes his head immediately: ”I still choose to revive Little Qing.”

”Why?” Nuwa stares at Su Han.

”Because...”

Su Han seems to be searching for some excuse, but when the words reach his lips, he genuinely can’t find a reason.

Yes, why indeed?

Why give up so many benefits just to revive him? Once revived, what use would he have for himself?

A reasonless action is the greatest reason; this is the way of accessing a clear state of mind correctly.

”There’s no reason.” Su Han shakes his head.

He simply wants to revive Little Qing; maybe it’s through Little Qing that he gains these benefits, maybe for the fruits given endlessly by the natives that fill Su Han with gratitude, perhaps it’s for the year of companionship shared with Little Qing, or maybe it’s because of... Little Qing’s expressions before he died!

”Alright, I agree with you.”

Nuwa says no more, gently waves her delicate hand, and darkness descends in front of Su Han.

He can’t see anything, complete darkness envelopes him.

This process seems to last for an instant, yet also feels like it stretches for millennia.

The sights of Nuwa repairing the heavens, extinguishing the Divine Soul, saving millions of living beings, he does not witness.

Even the scene of Little Qing’s resurrection, Su Han does not see.

Nuwa disappeared, Eastern Emperor disappeared...

Su Han knows, whatever Nuwa promises him, she certainly can accomplish.

Perhaps Nuwa didn’t act, didn’t truly revive Little Qing, but this is beyond what Su Han can partake in. He presented this condition, and thus feels no guilt!

...

Until the darkness before him completely fades away, only then do Su Han’s myriad of thoughts swiftly return.

Noises reach his ears, Su Han turns his head to find dozens of people standing beside him.

On the left, everyone is clad in armor, though some are black, others silver, and some golden.

Black is the most, gold is the least, silver is in between.

These individuals exude a very strong aura of slaughter, wearing cloaks, with weariness on their faces, each equipped with weapons.

Compared to them, the people on the right appear much weaker; within are elders, middle-aged, and rarely seen youths.

A scholarly aura immerges from them, intensely, appears exceedingly weak, forming a stark contrast to the people on the left.

Moreover, they are not clad in armor but in brocade silk clothing, red, green, and white.

White is the most, red is the least, green is in between.

And in this instance, countless memories flood Su Han’s mind, so numerous that it causes his mind pain, his face instantly pale.

At a certain moment, a roared voice suddenly echoes in Su Han’s mind: ”Who are you... I refuse!”

The roar diminishes but Su Han is greatly shaken.

He senses the presence of a remnant soul, one that is more powerful than he can fathom, far surpassing the former Liuu Tianyuan and Huanglin’s remnant souls.

One could say, if the former Liuu Tianyuan and Huanglin only possessed a tenth of a remnant soul, the one in Su Han’s mind remains at least fifty percent, a full half!

”Transmigration? Rebirth? Or body possession...” Su Han murmurs in his heart.

He doesn’t have time to ponder; he perceives the remnant soul hasn’t vanished, only subdued temporarily by his own soul. Why it is suppressed remains unknown to Su Han.

Theoretically, how could he possibly suppress it with his mere soul? A mere hint of the opponent’s remnant soul would be sufficient to obliterate his own Divine Soul.

The reason he manages to do so may be linked to the training, or perhaps, related to Nuwa and the Eastern Emperor...

Su Han doesn’t think further, after surveying his surroundings, he lifts his gaze ahead.

Before him are golden steps, count totaling ninety-nine, resembling a towering mountain.

At the end of these steps sits a middle-aged man adorned in a Dragon Robe, surrounded by respectful figures.

Through the memories in his mind, Su Han understands he has arrived in the Archaic Era.

In the Archaic Era, all living beings gained spiritual wisdom, wars were continuous, various powers emerged vastly.

It is rumored that the mortal empires of later generations came inherited from the Archaic Period, though Su Han didn’t believe so previously, now Su Han finally understands the concept of no smoke without fire.

He is now within an empire, and this empire is called the Long Wind Empire.

The middle-aged man seated on the throne and exuding Imperial Prestige is the current Emperor of the Long Wind Empire, Emperor Changming.

As for the person Su Han has possessed, it is one of the founding Five Generals of the Long Wind Empire, General Qinghong, also known as—King Qinghong!

King Qinghong, real name Qinghong, is the youngest among the founding Five Generals.

But age doesn’t equate to lesser strength, Qinghong joined the army at nine, sweeping through ranks effortlessly, ultimately establishing the name of King Qinghong, and until now, has merely lived eight hundred years.

Compared to the other four generals, also known as the Four Kings, Qinghong’s age is very young; any among them have survived over thirty thousand years.

This means, the Long Wind Empire has existed for only eight hundred years.

In the Archaic Era where grand powers emerge at peaks, countless empires like the Long Wind Empire have risen abundantly.

And of them, many swiftly met their demise after rising.

For instance... the current Long Wind Empire.