《80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled》Chapter 275: The Life During the Five Decay (1)
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[Sign-In successful. Received Light of the Human World!]
These words appeared in front of Lin Jiufeng's eyes.
He was slightly puzzled. What exactly was this Light of the Human World?
"The Light of the Human World is born from the [Light of the Homes]. It's a weakened version of the Light of the Homes and a one-time use item."
A piece of information entered Lin Jiufeng's mind. There was only this little bit of useful information.
"This is the weakened version of the [Light of the Homes], and it's only one-time use. It isn't of much use to me," Lin Jiufeng murmured.
But he didn't reject this so-called weakened [Light of the Homes]. Even if he couldn't use it, it was good as long as the Yuhua God Dynasty could use it.
A ball of flames appeared in Lin Jiufeng's palm. It danced with a fiery red light that was very conspicuous in the dark night.
Lin Jiufeng observed for a moment before reaching out and shaking his hand.
The Light of the Human World directly passed through the Forbidden City and landed on Emperor De's table.
Emperor De, who was dealing with state affairs, was stunned. He looked at the ball of fire in a daze.
"What's this?" Emperor De asked softly. He reached out and touched this ball of fire.
Boom!
A piece of memory barged into his mind, causing Emperor De to lower his head and clench his fists tightly. He felt terrible.
The Light of the Human World that Lin Jiufeng didn't take a fancy to was also a huge burden to Emperor De.
Emperor De was really too weak.
In the current world of the recovery of spiritual energy, he had yet to reach the King Realm. This proved that his thoughts were no longer on cultivating.
He dedicated himself wholeheartedly to the Yuhua God Dynasty.
It was useless for him to become powerful and expend resources to improve himself. It was better to nurture a peerless genius and let this genius develop with these resources instead. It would definitely be a significant gain for the Yuhua God Dynasty.
He only needed to ensure that he had enough energy and a stable lifespan so that he could continue dealing with the matters of the Yuhua God Dynasty and control the reform of the Yuhua God Dynasty.
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Reforms weren't achieved overnight but over time.
Behind this was Emperor De writing memorials day and night and punishing corrupt officials.
Emperor De put on a serious face most of the time. Although the world was in an uproar after Great Emperor Jiufeng destroyed the Primordial God Mountain, Emperor De was only happy for a few days. Then, he was surrounded by troubles in the world.
Managing a country was akin to cooking a small fish. A good chef was needed, and this chef needed to take care of every aspect.
Emperor De was very busy. He hadn't rested for a long time. He was busy day and night.
Especially during this period of time when Great Emperor Jiufeng destroyed the Primordial God Mountain, Emperor De couldn't rest. He made use of Great Emperor Jiufeng's prestige in the world to reform the world and forcefully implement things that were good for most people of the common people.
During this period of time, memorials flew over like snowflakes. Emperor De no longer had a smile on his face.
He was very tired.
It was also very painful.
But today, after the pain from the influx of memories, he actually smiled.
He laughed heartily.
Hahahaha!
All of Emperor De's troubles, worries, and all of his hard work were soothed by this Light of the Human World.
"Big Grand-Uncle is back. He brought me this terrifying backup plan. Although it's not comparable to the [Light of the Homes], it's more than enough to use it as a trump card." Emperor De was very happy. He wanted to endure this joy, but he couldn't help it. Under extreme happiness, one couldn't hide their excitement.
"Get the imperial kitchen to prepare a bowl of silver-eared lotus seed soup for me. I will rest for an hour!" Emperor De carefully put away the Light of the Human World and then chose to rest lavishly for an hour."
To Emperor De, his time was very precious.
Being able to take out an hour to rest was already a very extravagant choice.
…
In front of the Cold Palace, Lin Jiufeng looked at Emperor De and muttered, "He's too hard-working. I hope he doesn't end up falling sick from exhaustion. His grandfather and father's lives were both quite short."
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Speaking of Emperor Yuan and Emperor Ming, Lin Jiufeng slipped into a daze.
He vaguely seemed to see Emperor Yuan smiling at him in the distance in the dark night.
His younger brother!
Lin Jiufeng smiled bitterly and said, "Although I already have the power of the eighth stage of the False Immortal Realm now, I still can't forcefully enter the netherworld with my current strength."
The higher his cultivation base, the more Lin Jiufeng could feel his own powerlessness.
He recalled the bold words he had said when he was young. At that time, he thought that he could quickly revive Emperor Yuan and Emperor Ming.
But now, as he became stronger and stronger, he increasingly felt how ignorant and fearless he was back then.
Indeed, only in an ignorant and fearless state could a person speak bold words.
The more he knew, the more he understood how terrifying being able to revive a person was.
The current Lin Jiufeng could already suppress the Myriad Races and reverse the Yin and Yang, but he still couldn't open the door to the netherworld and the door to the world of life and death.
He was also unable to revive Emperor Yuan and Emperor Ming.
"Wait for me a little longer. When I become a true immortal, I will definitely give it a try, regardless of the gains or losses," Lin Jiufeng guaranteed.
In the distance, Emperor Yuan and Emperor Ming disappeared together.
Lin Jiufeng rubbed his eyes. His heart was heavy.
He was already a False Immortal who had transcended eight lightning tribulations. He definitely wouldn't see figures of those he missed just because he was in a daze.
"Emperor Yuan and the others must have encountered some trouble in the netherworld, so they came to bring me this information." Lin Jiufeng's eyelids fell. He was very vexed as he clenched his fists.
No matter how angry or worried he was, it was useless.
Lin Jiufeng took a deep breath and controlled his emotions. He turned around and entered the Cold Palace as if nothing had happened.
He wanted to start comprehending the Five Decay of the Celestial Being.
Only by transcending this calamity would he have hope of progressing to the next realm.
Lin Jiufeng wasn't in a hurry to confirm the realm of the Immortal.
When the Five Decay of the Celestial Being came, he would enter the Land of Extremely Negative Energy to investigate the Undying Mountain and the immortals.
All of these required time.
After entering the Cold Palace, he closed the door completely and ignored the outside world.
The current Lin Jiufeng was in a state of 'hide in a place, close the door, and ignore the passing of time outside'.
Using the time where the world fell silent because of the destruction of the Primordial God Mountain, Lin Jiufeng also began his next step.
The Five Decay of the Celestial Being!
In the Cold Palace, Lin Jiufeng returned to his courtyard and began to live his life quietly.
Every day, he either drank tea, drank wine, or meditated. In short, he didn't cultivate.
But his cultivation base continued to rise.
He could no longer suppress his cultivation base at the eighth stage of the False Immortal Realm.
Next was the ninth lightning tribulation of the False Immortal Realm.
15 days after his return, Lin Jiufeng was sunbathing on this day when he vaguely sensed a force descending and enveloping him, causing his skin to change.
The Five Decay of the Celestial Being had silently descended.
What Lin Jiufeng was experiencing now was the first decay, the body of filth. The body of a cultivator was constantly tempered and got stronger when the cultivation base increased. When the great calamity came, filth would be born in the body.
Lin Jiufeng's crystal-like body began to wither at this moment.
He aged ten years in a day. Moreover, this aging couldn't be alleviated by True Qi, spirit pills, miraculous medicines, and such.
In other words, what an ordinary person looked like when they were 30 years old, Lin Jiufeng would soon look like that too.
Gradually, he would become older and older until he couldn't take care of himself anymore. Then, he would gradually die from old age.
Lin Jiufeng needed to break through this first decay before he died.
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