The Legend of Futian

Chapter 2665: The Demon Monarch?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The gigantic eyes of the divine roc stared at Ye Futian. During their brief exchange just now, it sensed many things.

Furthermore, what Ye Futian said was true. The relics of the gods had been activated. It symbolized the beginning of a world of war. Could this be a cycle of the Heavenly Path?

"You may enter," its croaky voice sounded.

The divine roc stepped aside. This caused the hearts of the surrounding cultivators to tremble.

The divine roc had yielded, allowing Ye Futian to enter the relic.

Did this mean that Ye Futian had received its recognition?

"Senior, many thanks," Ye Futian said. He turned around and cast a glance at Lord Chen and the others, saying, "They are all my good friends."

"All of you may enter together," the divine roc said. It understood Ye Futian's intention of mentioning them. Its gaze landed on a few figures in the group. Some of them were similar to it. They were monstrous beasts that had taken the human form.

Ye Futian bowed slightly. Then, he led his group past the divine roc and headed towards the ancient relic guarded by the beast.

The relic was buried underneath the sand. It gave off an ancient vibe; it seemed to have undergone countless vicissitudes. This dilapidated and old divine palace had existed in the tomb of the gods for numerous years, yet the harsh weather had not eroded it. Ye Futian and his group headed towards the door of the divine palace and pushed it open.

The door was extremely heavy. Ye Futian exerted a considerable force to push it open. An ancient aura emanated from within the divine palace and permeated the space. The group took a deep breath before entering the palace. They advanced vigilantly.

Even though the divine roc, guarding the divine palace, permitted them to enter, they could not put their guard down entirely. Anything could happen in the tomb of the gods.

The divine consciousnesses of many cultivators followed Ye Futian and his group, but they were blocked off outside the palace. The facial expressions of the cultivators changed when they saw Ye Futian's group disappearing into the palace. Right then, an enormous figure appeared before them. It was none other than the divine roc. It once again stood guard in front of the ancient relic.

"All of you may leave," said the divine roc as it scanned the crowd with its huge eyes. This relic had found its owner now.

All the cultivators stared at the divine roc. They were dying to explore the palace, but the battles before this made it clear that they could not make it past the divine roc. It was meaningless for them to continue fighting the beast. Even if they could defeat it, they would still not stand a chance against Ye Futian, who wielded Sky Tremor.

From the looks of it, they could only give up on this relic.

Some of them left the place without any hesitation. There were so many relics in the tomb of the gods. Since this place would never belong to them, they might as well be decisive and search for other fateful encounters in other places.

One by one, the figures took to the sky and left. Soon, all the cultivators who had gathered here disappeared, giving up on this spot. After they left, other cultivators came over. However, without exception, none of them could break through the defenses of the divine roc. Most of them received a good beating from the beast. Some of them even perished here.

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Ye Futian and the others entered the ancient palace. There was another space within the main palace. It seemed to be an independent world. However, the space was littered with ruins that emanated extremely powerful auras. Some even derived terrifying Demonic Qi.

"This is a world of a Demon God," said Ye Futian in a low voice. He was somewhat shocked. The palace guarded by the divine roc belonged to a Demon God. The master of this place was most likely a Demon Monarch.

"There are so many corpses," someone commented. They looked at the corpses of the demonic beasts on the ground. They were like statues. All of them had lost their life aura.

The war that erupted during the ancient age was too frightening. How did the divine roc manage to survive? Ye Futian secretly thought to himself. It was extremely fortunate to have stayed in this world of destruction.

This was the tomb of the gods on an ancient continent. During the time known as the End of the Gods, Great Emperors perished, and the Heavenly Path collapsed. The cultivators of that age met their end.

"Look, up ahead!" someone said.

Up ahead, a tremendous pressure enveloped this independent world. Ye Futian's group advanced. A Demon God Mountain appeared in this world. Many demonic beast statues were erected there.

However, at the peak of the Demon God Mountain, there was no sign of a Demon Monarch nor statues of demonic beasts.

At the very top, there was a blade of green grass.

The blade of green grass seemed to be the only living thing in this world. The pressure was emanating from this blade of grass. From the looks of it, when the divine roc borrowed the emperor's might from within the palace, it borrowed the power of this blade of grass. It emanated unparalleled emperor's strength.

The grass was very small. It swayed in the breeze. It seemed as though it would die if trampled on. However, an astonishing aura emanated from this exact blade of grass. It was as though it was an Emperor among plants. It stood proud and regal on the peak of the mountain, receiving the worship of the people of the world.

"This is the Demon Monarch?"

Behind Ye Futian, the rest of his group revealed strange looks. Had a blade of grass cultivated and became a Great Emperor?

The prosperity and glory of the ancient Age of the Gods was already beyond their ability to imagine.

However, in this shattered world, only this blade of grass was alive. Ye Futian even suspected that the divine roc might have survived due to this blade of grass. It had a vital life force.

It remained eternal and immortal, standing erect in this ancient world, waiting for the right person to appear.

"It might be that the Demon Monarch transformed into this," someone chimed in, not believing that a blade of grass could cultivate and become a Great Emperor. All living things had souls, and even ritual implements and divine arms could gain sentience. Plants and trees originally had souls, but the cultivators still found it hard to believe that a mere blade of grass cultivated until it became a Great Emperor and ruled over all demons.

"The aura flowing out of this blade of grass is that of the Lord of All Demons. These dead demonic beasts appeared here in their original form. If so, it should be the same for the Demon Monarch. His original body might truly be that of a blade of grass," said Ye Futian.

He had a strange look in his eyes as he looked at the blade of grass. Suddenly, the world before his eyes seemed to change, and he saw an astonishing scene play out.

In the illusory scene, this blade of grass was not so small. Instead, it had grown extraordinarily long and waved around as it willed. It was as though it was the sharpest blade in the world that could cleave the heavens and the earth.

He also faintly saw a human-shaped figure. He was majestic and ruled over all demons. He stood at the peak of the Demon God Mountain. With a flash, his figure could traverse great distances. His movement techniques were peerless like that of the divine roc. It seemed that he had cultivated potent demonic techniques.

Ye Futian was somewhat emotional as he experienced the illusory scene. After a long while, he came back to reality. He said to everyone, "This should be it. This blade of grass was born when the Great Emperor perished. A hint of life aura is most likely dwelling in it, allowing it to exist here for so long. If any of you can inherit this grass, you will inherit the teachings of a Great Emperor."

Ye Futian himself had the highest chance of succeeding in inheriting the teachings. After all, he was crowned the Relic Reaper. Very few people could defeat him in terms of seizing an inheritance.

However, he already owned many teachings. Now, it was naturally time for him to consider the welfare of his companions.

The future of Ziwei Imperial Palace lay in everyone's hands, not his alone.

When the group heard Ye Futian's words, they understood his intention. He paved the way for them by defeating the divine roc, the guardian demonic beast of this place. However, he did not plan to inherit the teachings here. Instead, he would allow them to comprehend it. Ye Futian's charity was admirable.

After all, who would complain that they possessed too many teachings of the Great Emperors?

The group took up Ye Futian's offer right away. All of them sat cross-legged as they fixed their gazes on the blade of grass at the peak of the mountain. They cultivated quietly.

Ye Futian gave them the opportunity. Everyone had an equal chance of succeeding. They had to comprehend the teachings themselves. Whoever succeeded in learning it first would receive the instructions of the Great Emperor. No one had to fight for it. Under such a culture of cultivation in Ziwei Imperial Palace, there was no infighting among the cultivators.

Everyone was engrossed in meditation. To the side, Ye Futian observed this ruined space. He felt somewhat uneasy. They had encountered relics of the Great Emperors twice consecutively. There were indeed more relics awaiting them after this one.

It was difficult for him to imagine how prosperous the Age of the Gods was as a modern cultivator.

How would the world change with the appearance of the tomb of the gods this time?

This was a tremendously fateful encounter. Similarly, it was a crisis for many cultivators. However, after this incident, the cultivation world would indeed face a revival.

The changes of the heavens and the earth began with the Original Realm. Ye Futian wondered how much benefit Ziwei Imperial Palace could reap during this great fateful encounter!