I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 674 674: Finally Become Divine Emperor

Deep within the mountains, time seems to stand still. In what feels like no more than a moment, an entire century has flown by.

Such a span can overhaul the very fabric of existence, yet for a Divine King such as Chu Feng, it amounts to nothing more than a casual flick of the fingers.

Over this hundred-year period, Chu Feng has forged twelve Godheads. He possesses the ability to summon his True God Totems whenever he desires.

One hundred years later, Wendao Academy's dean has been replaced. The recently elevated Saint Nie Xiuyuan now leads the academy.

Every one of Chu Feng's disciples has achieved the rank of Saint.

Cao Youqian and Xiao Chen have each gathered a thousand points of Dao Essence. They stand ready to advance into the Divine King Realm at any moment.

At present, Ji Jiuwu oversees the Wendao Sect. Though he hasn't reached nine hundred ninety-nine points of Dao Essence, his total exceeds six hundred. Even among Saints, he ranks as an elite powerhouse.

Because of the unique circumstances in Hongyuan Continent, home to the Wendao Sect, its Saints chose not to depart the continent. They stayed to cultivate inside the sect, safeguarding this immense legacy from ruin.

Back when Chu Feng intervened to curb the three races, he averted their war and diminished the spiritual energy across Hongyuan Continent, while also subduing the hundred races into utter submission before the Wendao Sect.

However, with the flow of time, despite the Wendao Sect's status as Hongyuan Continent's supreme force, the hundred races began to stir restlessly, scheming to topple the sect and seize control of Central Province's destiny for themselves.

The Wendao Sect's cultivators had long anticipated this threat. Should any faction dare assault the sect, they would crush it with overwhelming might.

News from Hongyuan Continent always found its way to Chu Feng, though he paid it little heed. He trusted that with Xiao Chen and his other disciples anchoring the defense, absent aid from outside forces, no power on the continent could eclipse or dismantle the Wendao Sect.

On that particular day, Chu Feng took leave of his family and disciples, venturing into the void for exploration. Concurrently, he harnessed the void's energies to start summoning his True God Totems.

The technique for summoning True God Totems has long been archived in the Holy Court. It's straightforward: draw upon the Daos one has mastered to reshape the Godheads into True God Totems.

Within the void, Chu Feng strode across the starry expanse, beholding the sun and moon, until he reached a cluster of drifting void meteorites.

This world's void bore some resemblance to the cosmic space from his prior life's universe, but it was utterly distinct. The space in his previous existence lacked any overarching sky.

Yet the void in this realm differed profoundly. Looming above it was an impossibly lofty firmament.

For a Divine King, ascending to the heavens proved nearly unattainable. Only by attaining Divine Emperor status and utilizing hidden routes could one sneak into the Nine Heavens.

Nevertheless, these routes carried immense perils. Unless in dire straits, no one should attempt them to access the Nine Heavens.

Should such a path lead astray to Beyond Heavens, landing one in the clutches of Outer Realm Demons, the consequences would be dire. In milder outcomes, survival might cost half one's vitality; in worse, total obliteration.

Chu Feng picked a random meteorite shard to settle on and commenced the summoning of his initial totem. As his eyes shut, memories from bygone days emerged in his mind's depths. Events from both his previous and current lives raced through his thoughts like a whirling montage.

He couldn't fathom why these visions arose during his practice. He merely observed them with detached calm.

Having endured two lifetimes, he had transcended countless worldly ties. Even as the betrayal from his past life replayed—being cuckolded—he offered only a subtle smile. At that instant, a Godhead within his divine soul started fracturing, hinting at an imminent transformation like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.

A notion also flickered in his consciousness: What form should this inaugural totem take?

Dao!

Swiftly, an answer crystallized in his heart. Yet, the precise nature of this Dao and its manifestation remained a puzzle.

As fissures widened on the Godhead, a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram materialized in his thoughts.

Dao begets one. One begets two. Two embodies Yin and Yang.

No sooner had this insight faded than a totem mirroring his own likeness formed inside the fractured Godhead. Yet, trailing this totem stood a Tai Chi diagram, evoking the presence of a Dao Ancestor.

Once the first totem had formed, Chu Feng proceeded to the second True God Totem. Bolstered by the prior success, crafting the next one felt far simpler.

On this occasion, the True God Totem emerging behind Chu Feng depicted a sword-wielding deity.

The third totem portrayed a massive, sinewy warrior.

Conjuring three True God Totems consecutively left Chu Feng's divine energy depleted. He promptly swallowed a restorative pill. After steadying his breathing, he tackled the fourth True God Totem.

As a totem materialized—one bearing a Heavenly Flame in its left grasp and upholding an alchemy furnace in its right—the fourth True God Totem came to fruition.

The fifth True God Totem featured eyes capable of world-ending destruction. The sixth was enveloped in swirling Primordial Purple Qi.

With over half the True God Totems now realized, Chu Feng brimmed with vigor. After a brief sip, fresh inspirations surged within him, propelling him to forge the seventh True God Totem. This one clutched a book in its left hand and a flask of wine in its right, akin to a scholarly immortal wandering the mortal realm.

Following suit, the eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth True God Totems materialized in sequence.

The very second all twelve True God Totems fully manifested, a blaze of divine radiance erupted across the void. Innumerable entities lurking in the shadows quaked at the aura of these twelve totems, murmuring in hushed tones amid the obscurity.

"Who could that be? Who has summoned twelve True God Totems?"

"To think such a figure exists in our world."

"..."

Chu Feng hastily withdrew his True God Totems. With no audience around, flaunting them served no purpose.

Gazing at the static void, he murmured, "I wonder how things fare with everyone these days?"

Chu Feng had initially intended to roam the void in search of serendipitous gains. After all, as a Divine Emperor now, stumbling upon treasures wouldn't be unwarranted.

But considering the uncertain time elapsed since his departure, he opted to head back to the Holy Court first and ensure all was well. Once assured, he could venture into the void for further trials—perhaps even uncovering a path to Emperorship.

Luckily, Chu Feng recalled his route. Retracing his steps through the unknown duration, he at last reentered Xuantian Continent.

Upon materializing in Wendao Academy's dean's quarters, the reigning dean froze in shock for a beat.

Yet he swiftly composed himself and bowed to Chu Feng, "Disciple Meng Yuan pays respects to Uncle Qiankun."

"You remember this seat?"

Chu Feng inquired, a grin on his face.

Dean Meng replied, "Answering Uncle, this disciple certainly recalls you. You hold the record as our Wendao Academy's swiftest cultivator ever. With a century gone by, might I inquire about your present cultivation level?"

At these words, Chu Feng pondered aloud, "I hadn't realized a full century had elapsed. I have reached the Divine Emperor stage."

Dean Meng stood utterly stunned upon hearing this.