The Fenghua Emperor died, and the Heavenly Court subsequently fell. The little emperor, who was dressed in purple and looked like a sick man, seemed to be in a deserted land, and his horrific methods almost single-handedly dominated the whole incident.
All the immortals were destroyed, leaving only Chunqiu, the son of Fenghua Emperor, in the vast heaven.
Then, he was taken to Montenegro and lived an extremely long life as a prisoner.
As much as he feared the little emperor, he resented him.
Walking step by step towards the depths of the huge palace, Jian Wushuang's gaze never wavered for a moment.
"A guy with unknown origins and whose cultivation was imprisoned by chains was able to kill three emperors one after another with his own power. How kind of amazing and talented guy is he to be able to accomplish this impossible thing?
"
In the huge palace, which was so silent that one could almost hear the heartbeat, only the little emperor's extremely charming voice could be heard.
"Are you an emperor?" He turned around and raised his eyebrows to look at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang did not answer him, but stretched out his hand and threw a mirror to him from a distance, "I have completed the conditions you asked for, and now it is time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Oh? Really?" He reached out and took the inverted Tianxuan Mirror. He just glanced at it casually, and then the little emperor threw it to Jian Wushuang, "But why didn't I remember the promise?"
As soon as these words came out, both Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu felt their hearts sink.
He did not expect that this little emperor, who seemed extremely shameless, would actually be blatantly shameless.
Jian Wu's eyes were as heavy as water, and a long and narrow invisible sword appeared in his palm.
The little emperor's eyes narrowed and he subconsciously took half a step back.
The image left by Jian Wushuang was so shocking and terrifying that it subconsciously affected his judgment.
As if sensing its master's heart that was about to explode, the long sword let out a sharp sword cry.
Step by step forward, Chunqiu followed closely behind. His resentment and anger after being tricked buried his last bit of humiliation, making him more determined to take revenge.
The chain iron plate around the neck began to emit endless confining power, and the meridians began to be imprisoned. Every time a force was used, the meridians curled up together in pain.
However, Jian Wushuang seemed not to be troubled at all and continued to move forward firmly.
"I said, untie me!"
The sound of suppressed rage resounded, and Jian Wushuang's face was covered with dark blue power of confinement, making him look particularly terrifying and ferocious at this moment.
The little emperor's eyes were frightened one moment, but he showed a strange smile the next moment.
"Don't waste your efforts. You can't kill me now."
As soon as he said these words, the thin purple-robed man swooped over and struck Jian Wushuang with a wave of his palm.
The endless power is like a vast ocean.
However, Jian Wushuang just raised his sword and slashed, and the infinite energy split into two halves from the middle and swept towards both sides.
The little emperor's eyes narrowed, and then he said slowly, "I seem to have remembered it all of a sudden."
"I will definitely honor your promise, but before that I want to ask you a few questions."
He smiled slowly, not caring about the current situation at all, and asked himself, "Are you a loose immortal, the master of a heaven, or the son of an emperor?"
Suppressing the boredom in his heart, Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, "Xianyun Yehe."
"It's really unimaginable that Xianyun Yehe can reach your astonishing level. I'm afraid there are few such geniuses in all realms." The little emperor said quietly, "Follow me, I guarantee that whatever you want, I will get it right away.
Presented before you."
"Not interested." Jian Wushuang said concisely.
However, the little emperor seemed not to have heard it. He stretched out a finger and said, "In one hundred years, you wish me to ascend to the throne of God. I will completely divide this small world to you. In addition, I can also promise you several
condition."
"I said, I'm not interested!" Jian Wushuang said coldly.
"You will promise me. I am not a bad person. This is just a win-win situation." The little emperor leaned back on the bed, as if he had been convinced. "Although you call yourself a Sanxian, I can feel it."
The reason why you left so eagerly was not because you were afraid, but because you were looking for something."
"But in this Great Evolution World, all the emperors and Immortals are nothing more than tiny grains of dust."
"Without a heaven or any foundation, I can guarantee that you will perish soon, let alone searching aimlessly?"
The little emperor stood up, approached Jian Wushuang and whispered, "As long as you help me ascend to the throne, I will definitely make you an emperor in this great world."
Jian Wushuang stopped talking and just looked at him coldly.
The little emperor smiled playfully, then stretched out his palm from his luxurious clothes and pressed it on his neck.
The iron chain plate with great restraining power shattered in response.
The surging energy to the extreme instantly filled all his limbs and bones. The realm of immortality that had been imprisoned was completely released, and his whole aura rose to another realm.
Jian Wushuang looked at him deeply, then turned around and prepared to leave.
However, with one step forward, purple-robed figures slowly walked out from the darkness on both sides of the huge hall.
Each purple robe is filled with vast Yan power, enough for no less than twenty Yan immortals!
Jian Wushuang stood still, and the little emperor followed him and put his palm on his shoulder, "I have told you my ambitions and secrets, and you know what this means."
There are more than twenty immortals, even if Jian Wushuang has completely released his realm and fights to the last moment, it is probably impossible to break out of this encirclement, and they will die without any chance of survival.
The threat is clear.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turned his head and said solemnly, "Are you threatening me?"
"It's not a threat, it's just a statement of attitude," the little emperor shrugged, "This is a win-win situation, and I really can't bear to let you leave."
"It's only for a hundred years. No matter whether it succeeds or not, I will not disturb you again. In return, I will give you everything you want, including the entire six-day realm."
The main hall was completely silent, with only the lights flickering on and off.
After a long time, Jian Wushuang said one word, "Okay."
A smile finally appeared on the little emperor's pale face, "Very good, welcome to the New Territories."
Jian Wushuang's expression was extremely calm, "Limited to one hundred years."
"Understood." The little emperor smiled and nodded.
Walking out of the main hall, a feeling of being separated from another world emerged in Chunqiu's heart.
The imprisonment that had held him for who knows how many years was lifted, which meant that he was free from then on.
He didn't expect that the little emperor would let him go so easily, without even trying to stop him.
I am afraid that he has become the first former emperor's son to survive from the hands of the young emperor.