On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

Chen Tian gulped.

The Ghost-Faced Great Empress! She was the most stunning Great Emperor in the history of the human race! The most talented woman since ancient times! She was also the most ruthless person since ancient times.

The ghost-faced empress looked down on the past and present. She fought against the heavens, the earth, herself! Although she did not have any talent for cultivation, she relied on her own strength to kill all the kings and stand alone in the Nine Heavens! Even the gods could not stand in her way.

With a body that was inferior to a mortal's, she eventually reached the peak and shocked the past and present! She had once destroyed a life forbidden zone with a single sword!

Since ancient times, how many people have dared to call themselves the Celestial Thearch? She was one of them. The South Ridge Celestial Thearch was famous throughout the world!

She created the Eternal Celestial Sword Art, that could contend against all immortals and gods! She swept through all directions and killed everyone in the world!

Before the mysterious voice reminded him that Earth is not simple, Chen Tian thought they were just stories. Chen Tian had always thought that the Ghost Face Great Empress was just a legend! Now, the Ghost-Faced Great Empress has actually left her inheritance here!

"I must be careful!"

Chen Tian knew that the greater the opportunity, the greater the risk! He had to be extremely cautious.

Suddenly he felt his vision blur. The scene before his eyes changed once again. A handsome but slightly underdeveloped little girl was standing in front of him.

"Brother, what's wrong?" The little girl's delicate eyes were filled with doubt.

After that, Chen Tian was stunned. Then, a huge wave rose in his heart.

"Transmigrated? And became the brother of the Ghost-faced Great Empress?"

However, Chen Tian soon realized that he had not transmigrated.

He was only brought into the young man's perspective. He could only experience it, not change it.

He could not do anything.

As the history scroll unfolded, scenes from the ancient times appeared one after another. The past hidden in the long river of history appeared one after another!

Chen Tian's vision blurred as soon as he was brought into the youth's memory.

One day, a group of powerful beings from heaven suddenly descended on a peaceful village in a remote and backward area.

They said that they came from a region called the God Dynasty. They said that the youth was born with a sacred body and was a supreme genius in cultivation. They wanted to take the youth away.

"Can you take my sister with you?"

They shook their heads and stated that they had no choice but to remove the young man.

The young man gripped his sister's hand tightly and pulled her up to run. But how could an ordinary young man and woman outrun a cultivator?

The young woman stood there in a daze and sobbed helplessly while the cultivators, who had caught up to him, took the young man away.

Looking at the youth who was taken away, the girl finally reacted. She cried as she chased after him. She was destined to be unable to catch up to him.

One of her shoes was missing, and the other was severely damaged, but she was unable to catch up.

After the young man begged and expressed that he would not run away again, the group of people finally agreed to bid farewell to the young man and the little girl.

"Wait for me here obediently. I'll definitely come back."

Looking at the young girl who was smiling again, Chen Tian's heart ached as if it was pricked by needles.

Chen Tian watched everything that was happening in front of him silently. He had long known that the fate of the two of them would not be changed.

The scene changed again. A five-colored altar with a transport formation engraved on it

The young man and a few other young men and women with talent for cultivation were about to step onto the altar and begin their long journey. No matter how much the little girl cried, she was unable to take another step forward.

The youth wore the ghost mask and waved his tender arms to bid farewell to the little girl. His figure slowly disappeared from the altar.

Only the young lady was left stunned on the spot, falling to the ground, and crying so helplessly. It was so heartbreaking. Her tender hands and feet were covered in mud and blood.

The scene changed again. The young man was dressed in bloody clothes and heavily injured. He swayed, but still refused to fall. His eyes were showing signs of chaos.

He kept mumbling, "Sister."

"Sister, sister…"

"I can't die."

"I still have to go back and take care of my sister."

"Little sister is still waiting for me."

"I promised her that I would definitely return."

"Sister, sister, I promised her!"

The youth bit the tip of his tongue, and his turbid eyes shone with a bright light once again. Looking at the countless divine sons and sons of Buddha that were charging over from afar, he was almost deranged as he kept waving his sword. Every time he waved his sword, a wave of sword energy would burst forth, bringing about a patch of fresh blood and reaping one life after another.

In the end, the youth crawled out of the endless sea of corpses. He staggered as he pieced together the ghost mask that had long collapsed, wishing to return through the five-colored altar.

As if fate had arranged this, a spear tore through the air and pierced through the youth.

The ghost mask broke into pieces again, but this time no one was able to put it back together.

The dying youth kept pleading with his companions. If they could return to the other side of the starry sky, please don't forget to help him take care of his sister.

"Sister…"

A great rain poured down, and the youth finally died. Several dozen fist-sized stars were embedded into an enormous immortal stone, releasing gentle radiance.

Scenes of sealed history surfaced one after another. Chen Tian could only watch quietly as his heart ached even more.

Then he saw a young girl with mediocre talent cultivating arduously. Finally, with her stunning talent, she created a cultivation technique that belonged to her. With her own strength, she overcame countless obstacles, experienced countless hardships, and finally became a Thearch!

That woman was stunning throughout the ages, defying the heavens and all living things, all for the sake of waiting for someone to return.