Tian Yuan

Chapter 2542 He is a towering peak, take your seat!

The ancient phenomenon was perfectly calm, like a student who had made a mistake and was being severely criticized by his teacher, trembling and silent with his head down.

The emperors were astonished, their pupils contracting. The turmoil in their hearts grew even more intense, their mouths slightly open, as if they wanted to vent their emotions with a shout. However, when the words reached their lips, not a single syllable could escape.

One word commands, and all laws follow.

Such power is beyond the reach of any emperor.

Ignoring what others thought, Chen Qingyuan continued with the final weaving task.

His garment is about to be completely finished.

At first, he was a mountaineer. Now, he isn't.

He wants to become a mountain!

A peak that no human can surpass!

He stands at the pinnacle, proudly unchallenged in his time. Without any effort, all paths naturally converge upon him.

Crunch—hiss!

The Dao Platform, which extends from the Myriad Treasures Immortal Palace to the Nine Netherworld Abyss, is no longer fixed in one place but moves slowly.

Moving target: Chen Qingyuan!

The giant peak remained still, while the Daotai (Taoist platform) drew near.

When the platform was moved, the Dao patterns at the edges resembled flowing clouds.

At the same moment, the ancient phenomena that had been condensed in the void shifted.

Witnessing this scene, the emperors were stunned and at a loss for words, their minds blank and their thoughts in turmoil.

Thinking that Chen Qingyuan had encountered some unknown trouble, they stopped and turned around.

In retrospect, everyone's predictions were all wrong.

As the platform moved, the Supreme Throne at the top got closer and closer to Chen Qingyuan.

In the blink of an eye, only a few feet remained.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyuan was already on the Dao Platform.

Rumble!

The platform continued to move, allowing Chen Qingyuan to reach the central area.

The ultimate throne lies right behind him.

At this moment, he only needs to bend down and sit down to secure his position as the supreme ruler and seize power over the world.

"Is this a way of proving the truth?"

“When we ascended the throne, we never encountered such a situation.”

"He didn't encounter danger, but rather there was no need for him to move forward. Because he was in control of the overall situation, the throne was willingly drawn closer."

"It is indeed a unique path."

"The throne is within his grasp."

Everyone stared intently, as if they were looking at a colossal peak soaring into the heavens. They were clearly beings standing at the pinnacle of the universe, yet at this moment they were like low pebbles and grass at the foot of the mountain, never able to reach the clouds in their entire lives, so far away that they could only look up in awe.

Before Chen Qingyuan could even sit down, he stared straight ahead, and countless past events uncontrollably surfaced before his eyes, like surging waves, one after another, with no sign of stopping.

The most moving fragment of memory for him was the Great Battle of Shenqiao 300,000 years ago.

To be precise, it refers to the old comrades who participated in that great battle.

A fat man in purple robes, who looked harmless but was actually full of evil intentions, grinned and said, "Boss, if we succeed, we will surely be remembered in history and praised by the world."

This man was named Lin Qilang, a master weapon refiner who had forged many divine weapons.

"To do something knowing it's impossible is no different from sending yourself to your death."

The scene before Chen Qingyuan changed, and a Taoist priest dressed in simple clothes appeared, with a long sword at his waist and a cold expression.

These words were spoken by Chen Qingyuan 300,000 years ago: "So what?"

"To walk with you, to the underworld together."

The Taoist priest made his choice without hesitation.

This Taoist priest had an extraordinary background, and people called him the Taoist Master.

Then, familiar faces appeared one after another, and the words of the corresponding people echoed in my ears.

For example: Xiao Liu, who is proficient in brewing; Liu Yuanyin, the ancestor of the main lineage of the Western Frontier; Jiang Shiqi, who has mastered the art of array formations; Wang Rong; Xie Chen, etc.

Old friends flashed before my eyes, their smiles touching my heart.

Chen Qingyuan knew that these were all illusions, projections of fragments from the depths of his memory, but he could not remain absolutely calm. His eyes welled up with tears, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

At one point, Chen Qingyuan even wanted to reach out and touch his old friend.

wow——

After more than ten breaths, everything became blurry.

The fragmented memories haven't ended, and new scenes are already unfolding.

The figure before me was no longer a single person, but a group.

There were a total of twenty-five people, all of whom would have been top experts in ancient times, and they had made considerable achievements in their respective fields.

They stood in a row, side by side.

They faced Chen Qingyuan. Some had their hands in front of their chests, looking nonchalant; some had their hands behind their backs, heads held high, exuding a cool and aloof air; and some were stretching, looking as if they had just woken up.

Their body language varied, but their expressions were the same: smiling faces and blessed eyes.

"Boss, you've gone through countless hardships to finally get to this point. It hasn't been easy!"

"Not bad, didn't disappoint me."

"We will die a worthy death."

"Brother, congratulations."

"Your wish has come true, congratulations!"

"..."

The brothers smiled broadly and offered their heartfelt blessings.

Perhaps they are false images conceived deep within Chen Qingyuan's mind, a form of self-consolation. Perhaps they are remnants of their will, condensed by the power of the Great Dao's origin.

Regardless of the reason, it deeply touched Chen Qingyuan's soul.

If possible, he would like to have a drink with his old friends and chat for a while.

He knew it was impossible, and his heart ached slightly.

"Thank you, everyone."

Chen Qingyuan's gaze moved slowly, etching the faces of each old friend into his soul. He raised his hands and bowed in respect.

Old friends fell silent, their warm smiles comforting the heart.

Swah——

As Chen Qingyuan finished bowing and stood up, the scene before him seemed to be disturbed by an external force, becoming blurry and distorted, and then disappeared in just a few breaths.

In the battle at the Divine Bridge back then, there were a total of twenty-seven people, including Chen Qingyuan and An Xiruo. They knew that this journey was almost certain to end in death, but they followed without hesitation, willing to use their own flesh and blood to clear a path for Chen Qingyuan and help him preserve his strength until the second half of the journey at the Divine Bridge.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyuan is about to prove his Dao and become emperor.

However, my old friends are no longer by my side.

This feeling is empty inside, and it's very uncomfortable.

Even though his old friends had completely disappeared, Chen Qingyuan remained focused, lost in thought, and made no other move.

"Whom is Chen Qingyuan bowing to?"

Everyone could only see Chen Qingyuan, and they were all astonished.

"The supreme throne lies right behind him!"

The throne, forged from the laws of myriad paths, transcends all heavens and holds a supreme position.

After about half an hour, Chen Qingyuan slowly closed his eyes.

All emotions subsided as the eyes closed, and a moment later, the eyes opened, calm and unfathomable.

Under the watchful eyes of all the emperors, Chen Qingyuan's upright posture finally changed.

He did not turn around to look at it, nor did he look down at the platform.

Bend your knees and naturally extend your arms to the sides.

Snapped!

Please take a seat!

He sat upon the throne of the Supreme Ruler!

The size of the Supreme Throne rapidly changed according to Chen Qingyuan's physique.

His hands, which fell naturally, landed right on the armrest!