I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 678 678: Finale

"Host's disciple has become the first human race Divine King of the Hongyuan Continent, receiving great destiny upon his body. Rewarding host with the opportunity to receive Heavenly Mandate. Host may choose to accept or cancel."

In the Wendao Sect, Chu Feng caught the sound of the System Brother's voice, which he hadn't heard in ages, and instinctively inquired: "Why isn't the Heavenly Mandate coming down straight away this time?"

System: "Heavenly Mandate is a light of destiny falling from the Ninth Heaven. This system merely handles the reception and guidance, but not the acceptance itself."

Chu Feng grasped the idea right away. It appeared this system couldn't take on the Heavenly Mandate on its own—only his willingness would allow him to claim it. Without delay, he declared his decision: "I choose to receive the Heavenly Mandate."

Having journeyed this far, stepping back made no sense. Venturing into wider realms alone would reveal even grander vistas.

"In eighty-one days, the Heavenly Mandate will arrive. Kindly prepare yourself to accept it, host."

Once it finished, the system vanished as always, showing no further activity. Chu Feng chose not to bother it anymore. For the coming eighty-one days, his sole desire was to spend quality time with his family and say goodbyes to his disciples.

On that same day, he gathered his wives and longtime companions at the Wendao Sect, throwing a lavish feast.

After several rounds of drinks, Old Man Meng broke the silence first: "Little Feng, following our century-long parting, I could never have imagined you'd risen to Divine Emperor. Your master falls short in comparison."

With a grin, Chu Feng replied: "Master flatters me excessively. Had it not been for Master's protection back then, this disciple wouldn't stand here today. That encounter utterly reshaped my path."

Old Man Meng sank into thought at those words, inevitably reminiscing about events from centuries past. He downed a mouthful of wine and questioned: "Little Feng, are you planning to take on the Heavenly Mandate?"

The moment he uttered that, all eyes turned toward Chu Feng. Curiosity, eagerness, and sadness mingled in their stares.

Chu Feng affirmed with a nod: "Yes. I've resolved to shoulder the Heavenly Mandate and rise to the Ninth Heaven."

Even before his sentence ended, a hush enveloped the gathering.

Click!

A chopstick slipped from someone's grasp amid the crowd, clattering to the floor and snapping the group out of their daze.

Chu Feng lifted his cup anew: "Enough of that talk for now. Let's toast—seize the day and drink while the wine flows..."

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Once the feast concluded, Chu Feng retired to bed alongside his two wives. Although the women hadn't reached Divine King status, they were close, and their forms carried no strain.

For a cultivator such as Chu Feng, eighty-one days flew by in a flash, yet he had anticipated it all. As the moment arrived, no hesitation gripped him, and he offered no special farewells.

That dawn, purple qi rose from the east over the Wendao Sect, extending across tens of thousands of miles. Purple haze blanketed the entire Hongyuan Continent. Such omens inevitably roused the mighty figures among the hundred races. Witnessing these signs at the Wendao Sect deepened their dread of it even more.

Perched atop the loftiest summit of the Wendao Sect, Chu Feng was joined by numerous peers from the Wendao Sect, Sacred Academy, and Wendao Academy to witness his ascension.

He gradually tilted his head skyward. After what seemed an eternity, beams of nine-colored immortal light streamed down from above, one by one. Supreme destiny pulsed within every beam.

Zhen Shen Wang gasped at the sight: "Heavenly Mandate descends! Little Feng, hurry and unveil your True God totems to embrace it. Absorb as many as possible."

At those words, twelve True God totems materialized behind Chu Feng. With each totem's emergence, every creature on the Hongyuan Continent yielded in submission.

The nine-colored immortal light bathed the True God totems, infusing them with vitality. Over the passing days, the twelve totems evolved into twelve immortal figures. They mirrored their totems precisely, yet stood apart from Chu Feng himself.

Simultaneously, the celestial displays faded away. A staircase gradually formed in the heavens. Chu Feng parted his eyes slowly and gestured to the assembly: "All of you, until we reunite in the Ninth Heaven."

Then, Chu Feng ascended the staircase step by step. Upon attaining its peak, a radiant portal materialized ahead. As Chu Feng crossed through the portal, the heavenly staircase dissolved, leaving no trace behind.

Across the Hongyuan Continent, those who beheld the event lingered in stunned silence for quite some time.

Eventually, Zhen Shen Wang declared: "Friends, Qiankun Immortal Emperor has ascended successfully. Spirit rain will now fall to grace the Wendao Sect. Join me in cultivation."

All agreed and settled into cross-legged positions right there, allowing the spirit rain to wash over them.

In that instant, Xiao Chen, Cao Youqian, Chu Yuzhi, Chu Yingjin, and the rest shared a single resolve: We will claim the Heavenly Mandate, rise to the Heavenly Realm, and reunite with Master/Father once more...

(The End)

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