The Imperial Physicians hastily summoned in a panic were, of course, of no use.

Feng Jiuwu wanted to truly escape the death calamity, relying not on the Imperial Physicians, but on himself and the Primordial Spirit of Qing Yu lurking in his Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment, within Feng Jiuwu's Sea of Consciousness, a long river of Human Dao began to spread.

Plowing with blades and kindling with fire, fighting against fate, battling Exotic Beasts... The history of the Human Race unfolded along this long river, depicting ten thousand years of glory.

But Feng Jiuwu was unmoved by these glories and held no reverence for the forebears because he knew this river had come for his life.

If he allowed the river to erode him, perhaps Feng Jiuwu would still live, but the persona of Feng Jiuwu would be gone forever.

The river surged more turbulently, and a giant wave rose, from which a figure in hemp garments, seeming archaic, walked out.

"From the Ji River emerged Xuanyuan, and under the heavens, I am supreme."

The figure stepped out of the long river and said to Feng Jiuwu, "To Emperor Zhou of the future, Feng Jiuwu, for the sake of Human Dao, I must offend."

Clad simply in hemp garments, the figure with dragon-horned royalty bore an awe-inspiring demeanor, possessing the majesty to dominate the universe that overwhelmed.

Even the current sovereign of the largest land in the realm, Feng Jiuwu, paled in comparison. For this being was the Ninth Generation Human Emperor, the supreme before the era of dynasties.

"Ninth Generation Human Emperor," Feng Jiuwu steadied his expression and said, "you have always been conscious?"

The previous disturbance in the Human Dao Will was no illusion. Moreover, the Ninth Generation Human Emperor recognized Feng Jiuwu immediately, not appearing as someone who had just awakened.

"I am both the Ninth Generation Human Emperor and not," this Ninth Generation Human Emperor shook his head and said, "Under the Tao Realm, no one can achieve long-lasting immortality. Even the Human Emperor, who surpassed all under heaven, could not live beyond a millennium.

He had died when he merged into the Human Dao Will. Now, I am a consciousness reconstituted by the Human Dao Will, human emperor and yet not human emperor.

As for this knowledge, it was infused by the Human Dao Will, not an original consciousness."

"If it is the Human Dao Will, then it should adhere to the Human Dao. Although I am not the sovereign of the world, my territory is the largest in the realm. Would you, a wandering ghost of history, dare to offend me?"

Feng Jiuwu abruptly questioned, each phrase logical and sound.

"Or are you, the Ninth Generation Human Emperor, watching your descendants fail and wanting to intervene, seeing them about to lose to my Great Zhou?"

In response to Feng Jiuwu's relentless questioning, the Ninth Generation Human Emperor shook his head again and said: "The Emperor Zhou jests; I have said, I have been reshaped by the Human Dao Will, all for Human Dao, the affairs of descendants, be it fortune or misfortune, depend on their own fate. I approached you for a singular purpose...

The Ninth Generation Human Emperor's eyes flashed like lightning, the sudden gleam daunting Feng Jiuwu, difficult to stare into, "Your existence hinders the Human Dao."

"You are Qing Yu's greatest supporter, without you, Qing Yu would not have reached today. And Qing Yu is one who could most likely trigger the great calamity. So, we must sever Northern Zhou's support for Qing Yu."

"I have told you the cause and effect, Emperor Zhou, rest in peace."

One palm extended, like a colossal hand covering the sky, rapidly enveloping Feng Jiuwu's Sea of Consciousness. Under this palm, Feng Jiuwu had no escape route, even the usually handy Dragon Vein Power couldn't be mobilized.

In the end, he had achieved Emperor Martial Art by borrowing Qing Yu's abilities; now, with the Human Dao Will's backlash, he couldn't even seize a trace of Dragon Vein Power.

"Just in time, I've heard enough, it's time to send this ghost of history to its death."

The figure of Feng Jiuwu within the Sea of Consciousness faded and disappeared, replaced by a palm covering the earth, rising from below to meet the Ninth Generation Human Emperor's palm.

"——"

The intangible shock left Feng Jiuwu's Sea of Consciousness in chaos, like being caught in a violent storm, unsteady and swaying. Hiding behind the palm's shadow, Feng Jiuwu couldn't help but wail, his consciousness like a candle in the wind, perilously close to extinguishing.

Ultimately, compared to those exchanging moves, Feng Jiuwu's consciousness was far too weak.

"You? Qing Yu!"

The Ninth Generation Human Emperor recognized Qing Yu; though the Human Dao Will lacked clear consciousness, it firmly embedded the images of great threats to Human Dao in the Ninth Generation Human Emperor's mind.

Like the Northern Zhou's hidden ruler, leader of the Taoist sect, and one of the proponents of the great calamity before him, had the dubious honor of ranking high on the Human Dao Will's blacklist.

Since his rise, the killings were countless, paving the way with corpses to arrive at this day. In the past decade, nearly thirty percent of the dead and wounded related to Qing Yu.

"How do you appear in Emperor Zhou's Sea of Consciousness at this time? Wasn't the Dragon Vein Power supposed to lock Emperor Zhou's Sea of Consciousness?" asked the Ninth Generation Human Emperor, somewhat surprised.

Without a connection to the Dragon Vein Power, it was difficult to unlock the seal. Though brute force could break it, such action would first harm Feng Jiuwu's Sea of Consciousness.

If that were the case, Northern Zhou would have to announce that His Majesty returned to the dragon's rest the next day.

"The Dragon Vein Power could block others, but can't stop a cultivator of the Emperor Martial Art. Because it's originally intended to lock cultivators, how could it prevent the Spiritual Sense of a cultivator from entering?" Qing Yu said leisurely.

"You..."

"You find it strange, that I am a cultivator of the Emperor Martial Art, right? I am not an emperor, nor do I have any territory."

Qing Yu laughed and said, "But I am connected to Feng Jiuwu's Qi-trace, as if one body. Not to mention, Feng Jiuwu cultivated Emperor Martial Art by borrowing my power. Rather than saying Feng Jiuwu is a cultivator of the Emperor Martial Art, it's better to say I am."

The one who bears the weight of the mountains and rivers is Qing Yu; the one who perceives the earth through the dragon veins is Qing Yu.

The cultivation process of the Emperor Martial Art is mainly conducted by Qing Yu. Feng Jiwu, rather than being a cultivator, is more like the wielder of the power in place of Qing Yu.

This is something Qing Yu has only recently come to understand.

The backlash Feng Jiwu suffered from the Human Dao Will was actually because, as the wielder of the Dragon Vein Power, he was tainted with its aura, making him the primary target of the Human Dao Will.

Conversely, Qing Yu, the true cultivator of the Emperor Martial Art, because he never used the dragon veins, and at most only used the Nine Dragon Sky Array to temper his body, remained untouched.

"Now, it's time for the rightful owner to return, Feng Jiu." Qing Yu chuckled softly to Feng Jiwu behind him.

This utterance of "Feng Jiu" reminded Feng Jiwu of the past years.

Back then, he was not yet the supreme sovereign of Northern Zhou, longing to ascend the emperor's throne. Later, after becoming Emperor Zhou, he managed Northern Zhou well and was very satisfied with his deeds.

However, over the past year, under the threat of his persona disappearing, Feng Jiwu chose to spend his final days with his family.

The happiness of family made him very content and gave him a different feeling than mastering mountains and rivers.

"Then I leave it to you, Qing Yu," Feng Jiwu said casually.

Having enjoyed the supreme life of commanding the world, it's time to live the days he had longed for before.

Feng Jiwu recalled his past self, at that time he had two wishes. One was to seize the throne of Northern Zhou, making his dead father Feng Tianming regret.

The other was to have a real family, with a wife, sons, and daughters, to lead a perfect life. He never took concubines, perhaps because he yearned for such a life.

"Go on."

Qing Yu pushed Feng Jiwu out of the sea of consciousness with a palm, and the power of the dragon veins that sealed the sea of consciousness was forcibly opened under the control of a strong will, allowing Feng Jiwu to leave.

From today onwards, he becomes Feng Jiu once again.

And the price is losing his body and primordial spirit tainted by the Dragon Vein Power, leaving only a spiritual sense to start anew.

Although the primordial spirit is, in a sense, the soul body of a martial artist, its origin is from refining Qi to God. The root of a person lies in the core spiritual sense, not in the primordial spirit, which is a product of cultivation.

Even though losing the primordial spirit also greatly harms the spiritual sense.

Outside, a spirit light flew out from Feng Jiwu's body and was received into a Bai Yu Nine Dragon Vase.

"Is this your choice?"

Feng Mingxiao looked at the Nine Dragon Vase with a complex expression.

The nephew who did not hesitate to kill his father and brother for power, unexpectedly, in the end, chose to relinquish the throne and the hard-won power so casually.

Though there were reasons why he had to choose this to avoid certain death, Feng Jiu's quick decision still surprised Feng Mingxiao greatly.

Meanwhile, within the sea of consciousness, the real confrontation began.

"You used such a method to let Emperor Zhou escape, truly an eye-opener for me," the Ninth Generation Emperor marveled, "Moreover, for Emperor Zhou to make a decision in so short a time is equally surprising to me."

"I was quite surprised too. After all, the time was so short. To prevent any information leak, it was only just now that I conveyed my thoughts to Feng Jiu, telling him of the choice," Qing Yu said.

To prevent Feng Jiu's thoughts from being captured by the Human Dao Will, Qing Yu had not told him of the solution he devised. Feng Jiu had only a moment to make a choice.

In that instant, he made a very decisive choice.

"But even if it were you, you cannot stop the torrent of Human Dao," the Ninth Generation Emperor looked at Qing Yu and said.

Or rather, if it were Qing Yu, it might be even better.

As long as Qing Yu is eroded, this destroyer of Human Dao will become the strongest supporter of Human Dao. With Qing Yu as the host, the power of the dragon veins will be utilized to the utmost.

Perhaps, even superior to the Ninth Generation Emperor who once manipulated the Earth Dragon Veins in a great battle, was the Qing Yu embodied by Human Dao.

"Human Dao Will? Hah, don't make me laugh."

Qing Yu sneered, "In the end, it's just the merged will of nine dead people. Having the name of Human Dao Will doesn't mean you truly represent Human Dao."

Indeed, the so-called Human Dao Will is not as mystical as it seems. Although the merged will of these nine emperors is strong and they wield the Dragon Vein Power, dominating the earth, in truth, it's just the merged will of nine dead people.

Although these nine dead people are powerful, to truly consider it a fusion of human consciousness is far from sufficient.

After all, this is not some moon world, where did Alaya come into it?

"You nine, cultivating Emperor Martial Art, merging your will into the earth veins, created the dragon veins, hence possessing such power. But don't forget, I am also an Emperor Martial Art cultivator. If it comes down to it, I too can wield the power of the dragon veins. The only reason you could seize Feng Jiu's control over the dragon veins is because he was too weak."

On Qing Yu's primordial spirit, dragon energy rolled, manifesting a Nine Dragon Robe.

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