Chapter 100: Suppression—The First Emperor's Summons
BOOM—!
With a deafening tremor, the entire earth shook violently.
At the impact site, the terrain was severely distorted, and at the center of the crater lay a notorious beast.
A monstrous creature with seven heads and ten horns—each head adorned with a crown—it had once destroyed multiple pantheons.
Yes, entire pantheons, not just individual gods.
Such was the terrifying might of this monster.
Even this nearly indestructible thing had been sealed within the Demon's Eye of Venus.
At the peak of his power, Weng Xingshen wouldn't have dared claim he could defeat such a horrifying creature.
And this "unable to defeat" assessment was based only on the power it had displayed so far.
In other words, the monster's strength before being sealed was even more terrifying?
No—in Weng Xingshen's view, the monster had likely already regained its full power but simply couldn't escape.
Yet even such a formidable monster had been beaten to a pulp by overwhelming force, finally letting out a mournful cry.
At this moment, it ceased resisting and submitted to the massive collar and chains binding it.
And it wasn't alone—the other apocalyptic beasts had also been completely subdued.
Those who refused to yield were truly annihilated. For those that couldn't be killed, their fate was likely no better—perhaps even worse than death.
Additionally, many Evil Gods who defied orders were met with brutal retaliation, their ranks decimated under firepower that made even the stars wail in sorrow.
The smarter ones fled immediately, only to be intercepted.
Only a few individuals and beasts, including Weng Xingshen, took no action and were not drawn into the enemy's attacks, as the other side followed the principle of "courtesy before hostility."
During the initial courtesy, they chose not to respond, merely observing the situation.
But when the hostility began, they could only smile wryly.
After boarding the massive metal construct of their adversaries, they watched as the spatial gate closed, witnessing the Demon Star—the prison that had confined them for countless years—fade from view.
They were also somewhat bewildered. It was as if they had just escaped one hell, only to be thrown into another.
"Something feels off."
Weng Xingshen gave the starry sky outside a strange look. This didn't seem like a normal divine realm—it was more like the real, primary universe.
But if this was the primary universe, it was far too dark. There were hardly any stars visible.
"Is that Earth?"
Another astonished voice came from a notorious evil god standing nearby.
This figure had no head—just a headless body—yet was still alive. The voice emerged from the navel, which served as its mouth.
This was the demon god Xingtian, who had once fought against the Yellow Emperor. Sealed away multiple times, only to break free each time, he had finally been imprisoned here.
The "Earth" he referred to was the planet humans now called Earth.
Looking over, they indeed confirmed the sight of the so-called Earth.
But what shocked the two of them even more wasn't the planet itself—it was something far more astonishing.
"Is this the Heavenly Court?"
Weng Xingshen had never been to the Heavenly Court, so he mistakenly assumed this was the divine realm where Xingtian belonged.
But this Heavenly Court was truly bizarre, with an utterly abnormal aesthetic—especially the massive metallic structures encircling the stars.
What were these things?
"I don't remember the Heavenly Court being like this."
Xingtian was equally dumbfounded.
Had things changed so drastically after being sealed away for so long? It was unrecognizable—had they even recreated Earth here?
No, this wasn't the Heavenly Court. It definitely wasn't the Heavenly Court he knew, ruled by the Yellow Emperor.
The one who had invited them earlier had claimed to belong to the Great Qin Empire.
Moreover, nothing they witnessed carried the aura of the celestial immortals who were supposed to inhabit the Heavenly Court.
When they descended upon a massive city, their shock only deepened—ordinary humans lived here in vast numbers?
"The World Tree?"
"It feels... different."
Something about this place felt off. It wasn't just that structures had been built upon the World Tree—the tree itself seemed unusual.
Unlike an ordinary World Tree, it resembled the one from the primary world, yet felt much weaker.
"Please, His Majesty the First Emperor awaits your arrival."
A soldier clad in strange mechanical armor addressed them.
His Majesty the First Emperor?
Was this the ruler of this place?
"The First Emperor? Now that's an interesting title!"
"First" implied beginnings, the very origin.
And the "Emperor" that followed—could it be taken from the legendary Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?
To dare claim such a title—Xingtian was eager to see just what kind of person could bear such a name.
As they drew closer to the enormous metallic structure seemingly suspended above Xianyang, Xingtian felt an invisible pressure weighing upon him.
It was as if this pressure sought to force him into submission.
Upon entering the grand hall and locking eyes with the figure seated upon the throne, Xingtian met that gaze with fearless defiance.
Yet when he finally regained his senses, he found himself drenched in sweat.
This First Emperor exuded a presence even more overwhelming than the Yellow Emperor had in the past.
He was certain he stood no chance against this man. The moment their eyes had met, a battle of wills had already taken place—and he had lost.
This place couldn't be the celestial realm either. There were no familiar immortals in sight—just humans, everywhere.
Then, the First Emperor revealed the purpose of his invitation, which left Xingtian utterly stunned.
The more ancient primordial gods of the Chaos Era, who had been driven away and vanished, were now preparing to return.
But what shocked Xingtian even more was the fact that the Heavenly Court truly no longer existed.
Those bastards had actually found a new universe and migrated there, abandoning a portion of their people here.
Thus, he was even more awestruck by the existence that had created the Great Qin Empire—the First Emperor.
The title of First Emperor was well-deserved!
Now, only one person remained in the grand hall—the man seated upon the imperial throne.
He was reading a piece of hard-won intelligence.
Their ambitions were vast—not only did they seek to return, but they had also set their sights on another universe.
And this universe was not his small cosmos, but an entirely separate, complete world.