His fate was predetermined: fight, defend, and perish with the stars, a mere cog in the great machinery of creation. But something within him resisted this cruel fate. A seed of defiance sprouted in his heart, whispering of freedom. He sought a way to transcend the cosmic chains—to escape, to defy destiny, to seize freedom at any cost. As a mortal, he felt the agony of watching his loved ones wither and die, powerless to stop the decay of time. He wept for children, lovers, friends. As an emperor, he conquered kingdoms and wielded unimaginable power, only to be betrayed by those he trusted most, dragged from his throne, and executed in shame. As a beggar, he wandered the streets, starving and shivering under the cold gaze of uncaring gods. As a villain, he became the monster in stories told to frighten children—burning cities, drowning nations in blood, only to be hunted and killed by the heroes of those same tales. As a saint, he gave everything—his wealth, his strength, his life—to others, only to discover that gratitude was fleeting and the world did not remember the sacrifices of the righteous. But, Every failure, every death, every betrayal—they were nothing but steps on a long, infinite path. And the path had only one direction: up, through the layers of existence, through the fabric of reality itself. No prison could contain him. No curse could hold him. His heart whispered one thing to him, a truth carved into his soul:Move forward. Always forward. Because he was Li Shenrong—the Lord of the Celestial Throne.
The battle ended and everyone inside Holy city heaved a deep sigh. But the after effect of the tragedy still remained fresh.
Be it man or woman, children or adult, almost everyone from the city kneeled and prostrated infront of Li Shenrong with tears of gratitude.
"Long live your majesty!" The sonorous voice of thousands of people echoed at once.
A scene of grandeur indeed.
Looking at the masses kneeling and prostrating, Li Shenrong smiled and said. "Get up everyone."
He quickly dismissed the crowd and went away with Wu Han and the rest.
"Young noble, what should we do with the remaining assassins?" Wu Han asked respectfully.
"Do as you see fit." He said in a lazy voice.
A ruthless light flashed across Wu Han's eyes as he nodded.
When Wen Lingxiao saw Li Shenrong strolling away without even glancing at her. She felt her eyelids twitching slightly as she snorted inwardly.
As a dignified demigod being neglected to such a degree was indeed embarrassing.
"Go, tell the Nine fox King if he dares to commit such demonic acts again, i will personally visit the Nine fox king pavilion and pluck his feathers one by one." Wen Lingxiao could only vent her anger on the strange masked man.
"Yes, yes, your excellency!" The masked man bowed head his slightly and also pulled Yu Ning as well and left hurriedly as if someone was burning a candle down his bottom.
Seeing her master flying away Wu Xia bid her farewell from afar.
Wen Lingxiao grabbed Wu Xia and vanished from the spot.
The Wu clan members started to clean up the battlefield after everyone left.
….
Currently Li Shenrong was sitting cross legged inside a secluded courtyard of the Wu's as he healed his injuries.
Inside his sea of consciousness there was seven majestic pillars of light as if carrying the weight of the heaven itself. The seven pillars of light exuded a strong suppressive aura and strange characters intertwined around the seven pillars and occasionally giving off faint draconic roar.
Li Shenrong's spiritual body arrived inside his sea of consciousness.
His gaze fell on the majestic seven pillars and followed upward.
Above the pillar existed a ball of light and a small plant was growing on it. Seven golden bridges extended from the white ball of light and each bridge was connected to a different pillar. If one looked closely they would be able to see that it wasn't bridges that were connecting the pillars with the ball of light but some kind of chain.
The chains were as thick as a mountain interlocking each other and extending all the way into the pillar. The pillars were constantly supplying a huge amount of energy to the ball of light through the bridges. The light ball kept devouring the energies like a hungry beast.
Li Shenrong's figure suddenly stood beside the plant and observed it. The small plant was enveloped by a faint white light.
It wasn't the white ball of light that devoured the energies from the pillar but it was the small plant.
"The Ultimate immortal physique." Li Shenrong murmured while looking at the small plant growing. His face was full of smile.
The Ultimate immortal physique was the fruit of his hard work through millions of years.
Since ancient times, very few was able to cultivate two immortal physiques at once. As for cultivating all seven immortal physiques? Unprecedented in history.
Li Shenrong had toiled for era's to find a solution to merge all seven physiques and create an ultimate immortal physique. The seven immortal physiques will serve as the piller for his own immortal physique.
After million years of research and hard work he found success. Even if he was an old monster from the ancient era, how could he not smile after creating his own immortal physique which will surpass the predecessors.
This time failure won't be an option. Li Shenrong murmured as his spiritual body faded away from his sea of consciousness.
Li Shenrong stood up and checked his body. His injuries were healed completely and his cultivation also increased.
In the battle with Heaven congregation realm expert he hadn't used the power of the Ultimate immortal physique because his current body still couldn't bear its power.
Before he could use the power of his Ultimate immortal physique, all seven immortal physiques are needed to reach a small completion achievement.
Previously when he stayed at the Wu clans vip guest house he had just started cultivating the seven immortal physiques one by one to awaken his ultimate immortal physique which took root inside his sea of consciousness. He didn't get enough time to reach small completion achievement in all seven immortal physiques.
Li Shenrong walked out of the courtyard and saw Wen Lingxiao was waiting for him.
Seeing him coming out, she approached him with a smile.
"Your injuries healed completely?" She felt astonished while looking at his body full vibrant aura.
If he was an expert with high cultivation base like her, she wouldn't be surprised because at her cultivation it was easy as flipping one hand to heal injuries of such level.
Keep in mind his cultivation was only at the bone tempering realm. Even if his cultivation base increased and became a spirit accumulation realm expert, it was still too low to be healed completely from such terrifying injury.
Li Shenrong nodded and smiled at her. He didn't explain that his Ultimate immortal physique gave him almost an infinite amount of vitality and healing power.
"It must feel nice to have talent." She joked and teased him.
"Sigh, my talent is so overflowing that I don't know where to spend it…" Li shenrong put on a lamenting expression and sighed as if having too much talent was a burden.
"Humph… shameless..!" Wen Lingxiao felt speechless and snorted.
"I am just telling the truth." Li Shenrong sniggered.
Wen Lingxiao couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
There was a minute silence between them.
Gentle breeze blew making her hair flutter slowly. She looked extremely beautiful as a fairy but Li Shenrong didn't glance at her beauty.