Chapter 736: Chapter 280: Slept Through a Great Calamity?

The Root of the Decline of Qianyuan Divine Province, the Tragic Child of a True Immortal_1 Chapter 736: Chapter 280: Slept Through a Great Calamity?

The Root of the Decline of Qianyuan Divine Province, the Tragic Child of a True Immortal_1 “You won’t agree?”
Han Li’s gaze flickered, and his tone remained calm, as if chatting with an acquaintance, “The White Emperor misses you very much.”
“You…”
Emperor Changfeng’s pupils shrank slightly.

Han Li might seem peaceful, but he was unmistakably threatening him.

The White Emperor had been suppressed and killed by Han Li, and he missed him?

Was this meant to send him to meet the White Emperor below and reminisce with him?

“Sigh~”
After staring intently at Han Li for a while, Emperor Changfeng suddenly sighed; his whole demeanor deflated again.

It seemed that Han Li was sure of his position, and Emperor Changfeng appeared to have no choice, not even the strength to resist.

“What do you want to ask?

I’ll try to withhold nothing,” Emperor Changfeng said, his expression one of dejection, as if he had aged a hundred thousand years in an instant.

Even during the Ancient Era, he had never been in such a predicament, as helpless as a lamb at the mercy of others.

A glint flashed in Han Li’s eyes as he pondered the word “try,” then he asked, “How did you survive the Ancient Catastrophe?”
Han Li asked the question that concerned him most.

The calamity of the Yuankun Domain began at the Xuanshen Sword Mountain, which harbored an unfathomable Immortal Sword.

Just a minor revival of its sword light could slash invincibly across the world, annihilating all immortals, and even True Immortals of the Nine Heavens couldn’t withstand a strand of its light.

After the calamity, True Immortals, Heavenly Immortals, and even Great Emperors of the Yuankun Domain all perished, countless imperial and immortal weapons destroyed, yet Emperor Changfeng was still alive and well.

Even though they were separated by the Emperor Formation, Han Li could still see through Emperor Changfeng’s cultivation: merely at the level of the Fifth Heaven in the Heaven Imperial Realm, and at most late-stage Heaven Imperial Realm in terms of combat ability.

This meager strength definitely couldn’t have allowed him to survive the great calamity of the Yuankun Domain.

Emperor Changfeng opened his mouth but, for a moment, said nothing as if he didn’t know what to say.

“Is this what you said about withholding nothing?” Han Li frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction mingling in his even tone.

It was only the first question, and Emperor Changfeng was already reluctant to answer; Han Li would have to deal quite seriously with this uncooperative emperor.

“I…

Brother Han, please, don’t be angry.

It’s not that I won’t tell, but that you wouldn’t believe it even if I did,” Emperor Changfeng said hurriedly when he saw Han Li looking like he was about to get angry, a bitter smile on his face.

A hint of curiosity flashed in Zimiao Zhen’s beautiful eyes.

She had come on orders both previous times and had only a basic understanding of Emperor Changfeng.

How Emperor Changfeng had survived the great calamity of the Yuankun Domain, how he had become enemies with White Emperor City, why the White Emperor himself didn’t travel to the Qianyuan Divine Province to kill Emperor Changfeng…

Zimiao Zhen was completely oblivious to these secrets.

Now that the White Emperor was dead, the only one who likely knew these secrets was probably Emperor Changfeng alone.

“If you don’t speak, how do you know I won’t believe?” Han Li said with a cold snort, his gaze turning somewhat unfriendly.

He suspected that Emperor Changfeng wanted to deceive him and that Emperor Changfeng hadn’t yet figured out how to do so, which was why he was avoiding the question.

Emperor Changfeng felt numbed.

He sighed inwardly and then hesitantly said, “I took a nap, and when I woke up, I had survived the Ancient Catastrophe.”
Survived the Ancient Catastrophe with just a nap?

Han Li blinked, increasingly suspecting that Emperor Changfeng was pulling his leg.

If a nap could lead someone through the Ancient Catastrophe, then throughout the endless ages, so many Great Emperors, Heavenly Immortals, and True Immortals wouldn’t have perished in the Yuankun Domain.

“Great Emperor, you had better tell the truth, or else…” Zimiao Zhen was also somewhat baffled.

What kind of absurd method was this?

She too felt that Emperor Changfeng was making things up and thus spoke out to remind him.

“Changfeng, do you think I’m easy to fool?” Han Li asked with an unfriendly expression, murderous intent lacing his voice.

“Brother Han, Sister Zi, you misunderstand me.

When I woke up, I truly had passed the Ancient CatastropheaEUR”this is absolutely true,” Emperor Changfeng quickly explained with an increasingly distressed look.

“My life is in Brother Han’s hands now; how would Changfeng dare to fabricate stories to deceive you?”
Felling Han Li’s murderous intent, Emperor Changfeng continued to explain, his face growing more and more distressed.

“I said earlier that I didn’t know how to say it.

Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me…” Emperor Changfeng felt aggrieved.

He was following Han Li’s requests exactly, yet both of them didn’t believe him, thinking he was deceiving them.

But no matter how wronged he felt, he had to endure it, and keep all the bitterness within; he had to make himself clear, as he certainly didn’t want to be wrongly killed in confusion.

As Emperor Changfeng spoke, both Han Li and the Artifact Spirit of the Lightning Boat probed his words and actions, finding no anomaliesaEUR” he probably wasn’t lying.

Still not reassured, Han Li’s Divine Sense surged into the Chaos Cauldron he carried with him, descending into the center of the Chaos River.

His Divine Sense took shape, manifesting his figure.

Lu Yao remained in the same posture, her long, jade-like legs on display.

Upon seeing the manifestation of Han Li’s Divine Sense, she muttered with dissatisfaction, “Don’t you have any manners?

At least say hello when you come in.

What if I was changing clothes and you saw?”
Han Li’s mouth twitched.

You’re just an Artifact Spirit, not even a real body, what clothes do you have to change?

Besides, I’m your master.

What’s wrong with looking?

I’d even be up for more.

He wasn’t in the mood for light-heartedness with Lu Yao at that moment, knowing that she often said the opposite of what she meant, a cold and haughty older sister type.

He directly asked, “Did Emperor Changfeng lie?”
As the Artifact Spirit of a Golden Immortal weapon, Lu Yao would surely notice if Emperor Changfeng spoke any falsehoods, with even the slightest bodily or mental reaction or fluctuation unable to escape her eyes.

“No,” Lu Yao said, her voice cold, her face as frosty as ice.

Just as she was about to speak, Han Li’s Divine Sense manifestation voluntarily dissipated, which annoyed Lu Yao even more.

With a slap, she nearly broke the Chaos River in half.

“Damn it~”
Lu Yao was furious.

Ever since the Chaos Cauldron fell into Han Li’s hands, she hadn’t lived a day in peace.