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Chapter 1646 The Upper Mortals

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In the Upper Realm, in the Northern Region, in a place of chaos.

"Is this the Upper Realm?"

As a burst of light shone down, Ying Zheng's figure gradually emerged in the dazzling light.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Ying Zheng frowned slightly. He could clearly sense that these corpses were all mortals.

The fact that there were so many mortals in the upper realm was itself strange, and Ying Zheng found it hard to believe, so he couldn't help but frown slightly!

"So many mortals have died, and the key point is that there are actually mortals in the Upper Realm!"

Ying Zheng found it utterly unbelievable; mortals...

Even in the lower realm, it is extremely rare, let alone in the more powerful upper realm. The fact that mortals can thrive and multiply here is itself a strange phenomenon.

"Although I have come to the Upper Realm, I still do not know where the Human Emperor and the others are. Now, I have encountered such a thing!"

Ying Zheng glanced around. Not long ago, a great battle had taken place here, and these ordinary people were the innocent victims who died in that battle!

A biting wind whipped up dust from the ground, sweeping over the still-warm corpses and carrying wisps of bloody stench that brushed against Ying Zheng's robes. Clad in a dark imperial robe embroidered with dragon patterns, he had ascended from the lower realm to the upper realm. Even with ninety-nine percent of his former imperial aura of dominion and power over all lands subtly imbued this land, recently scarred by carnage, with a palpable sense of deathly stillness.

His gaze was not one of pity, but rather one of the scrutiny and coldness unique to an emperor.

Mortals in the lower realm are almost nonexistent. Even in the lower realm, mortals are extremely rare, let alone in the upper realm!

Nowadays, it's incredibly difficult for ordinary people to survive!

Ying Zheng was completely baffled.

Moreover, in the Upper Realm, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so dense that it is almost liquid, and the laws of the Great Dao are clearly tangible. Logically speaking, the creatures here are born with spiritual roots, and with a little stimulation, they can embark on the path of cultivation. It is impossible for a pure mortal to survive.

But this land before us is home to more than just ordinary people.

Looking around, within a radius of a hundred miles, there were only low earthen houses and thatched huts. In the fields between the houses, withered yellow rice ears still stood. The stone mill at the entrance of the village was still covered with unground rice flour. There was even a child's rag doll lying in a pool of blood, the embroidered tiger head stained with blood, which made people's eyes turn cold!

This is not a scattered group of ordinary people; it is a complete village of ordinary people that has been passed down through generations.

At the edge of the village, several huge palm prints were deeply embedded in the bluestone ground. Black energy swirled within the palm prints, which was the evil demonic spiritual power. There were also traces of golden light exploding at the edges of the palm prints, which were obviously left by the collision of the righteous cultivators' qi with them.

Besides the corpses of mortals, there were also a few remains of cultivators on the ground. However, the remains of these cultivators had been corroded by demonic energy and were incomplete, their souls and spirits destroyed, leaving not even a trace of breath. Their cultivation level could only be judged from the remaining fragments of robes and magic artifacts. They were only at the lowest level of the Upper Realm, the Nascent Soul Realm and the Void Refining Realm.

A low-level cultivator from the upper realm would be a powerful patriarch in the lower realm, but here, they die like weeds, without even the ability to protect the mortals in their area.

Ying Zheng slowly stepped forward, his black dragon boots treading on the blood and mud, yet remaining unstained. He bent down, his fingertips lightly touching the corpse of an old man. The old man's hands were protecting the child before him, his spine shattered, his eyes wide open, filled with despair. The moment his fingertips touched the corpse, a faint, lingering wisp of spiritual energy surged into Ying Zheng's consciousness through his fingertips.

It wasn't the old man's spiritual power, but the power that killed him.

It was cold, violent, and carried a greedy desire to devour life. Within that power was also a trace of extremely thin, native power of the upper realm, as if the laws of this world were condoning this slaughter.

"Demonic energy devours spirits, aided by the laws of the realm, killing mortals and absorbing living souls..." Ying Zheng's voice was deep, with a hint of cold hoarseness, and the imperial mark between his brows twitched slightly. "The waters of the upper realm are even more turbid than I expected."

He came from the lower realm, breaking through the spatial barrier, originally intending to find Song Yu, the Evil Emperor, and others, but he never expected to encounter such a tragic scene as soon as he stepped into the Northern Region.

But he was an emperor, and all he wanted was for peace and stability in the country and for the people to live in peace. Even the wanton slaughter of ordinary people from another world still stirred up a trace of anger in his heart!

This anger was not the tenderness of a parent, but the fury of an emperor seeing the world's order collapse and lives trampled upon.

Just then, a faint panting sound came from behind the thatched hut at the village entrance!

Ying Zheng raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the thatched hut, where most of the earthen wall had been blasted down!

In the corner, a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old was huddled up, his clothes tattered, a charred hole burned into his chest by demonic energy, his breath so weak it was almost gone, but his hand was tightly clutching a swaddled baby in his arms. Inside the swaddle, an infant less than a year old was still crying in a daze, the cries weak, but they sounded particularly jarring in this desolate village!

The boy is the only survivor in this village, and the only mortal with one foot in the path of cultivation!

He was born with incomplete spiritual roots, only able to draw a trace of spiritual energy into his body, and was not even at the first level of Qi Refining. Yet, when the great battle broke out, he risked his life to protect the last infant in the village.

Ying Zheng walked up to the boy, who trembled as he felt the immense pressure from the man.

But he still held the swaddling clothes even tighter, looked up at Ying Zheng, his eyes filled with fear and determination: "You...you are also an accomplice of those demons? Kill them if you must, but don't touch this child!"

Ying Zheng did not speak, but flicked his finger, and a wisp of warm energy turned into a stream of light and entered the boy's chest.

The energy was not spiritual power, but it carried a unique vitality. It instantly soothed the demonic wound on the boy's chest, stopped the bleeding, and even the demonic energy that had invaded his meridians disappeared without a trace, just like ice and snow melting away, all enveloped by the energy.

The boy felt a warm sensation all over his body, and his breath, which had been on the verge of dying, instantly stabilized. He stared blankly at Ying Zheng, and the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by confusion.

"I am neither a demon nor an ordinary cultivator."

Ying Zheng's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power: "Tell me, what happened here? Who massacred your village?"

The boy's name was Ahe, and he was the only half-cultivator in the village. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at the man in front of him, who was dressed in black robes and had an extraordinary demeanor. He knew that the man in front of him was no ordinary person, so he dared not hide anything and told the whole story in a broken voice.

This village is called Qinghe Village. It is located on the border of the northern region. The people in the village are all ordinary people who have lived here for generations. They do not know how to cultivate or understand spiritual power. They only know how to farm, grow crops, and reproduce!

They also knew that they were in the upper realm and were the most insignificant beings in the world, so they were always cautious and never provoked others, only seeking to live a peaceful life!

However, this northern border region is not unclaimed land, but belongs to the Black Fiend Sect, one of the three major demonic sects in the northern region.

The cultivators of the Black Fiend Sect have always cultivated by absorbing the souls of living beings. The souls of mortals are pure and are the best tonic for them.

In the past, the Black Fiend Sect cultivators would only occasionally come to the village, capture a few mortals, and leave after absorbing their souls. The villagers could only swallow their anger and eke out a living!

But today, a large number of cultivators from the Black Fiend Sect suddenly descended, not only to capture mortals, but also to devour all the living souls of the entire village, claiming that they were to be sacrificed to the sect's ancestor to help him break through his cultivation level.

The people of Qinghe Village were powerless to resist and could only wait to die. Fortunately, disciples of the Tianyun Sect, a righteous sect from the Northern Region, happened to pass by. A great battle broke out between the two sides. The disciples of the Tianyun Sect fought desperately to stop them, but in the end they were no match for the cultivators of the Black Fiend Sect and all of them died in battle. The mortals of Qinghe Village were almost completely slaughtered!

"Black Fiend Sect... Heavenly Cloud Sect..." Ying Zheng murmured these two names, the imperial runes on his fingertips flickering slightly, "Is this the state of affairs in the Northern Region of the Upper Realm?"

Ahe smiled bitterly, coughing up a mouthful of blood: "It's not just the Northern Region. I've heard from past cultivators that the entire Upper Realm is like this. Mortals are ants, cultivators are straw dogs, large sects control the realm, small sects struggle for survival, demonic paths run rampant, righteous paths are waning, the law of the jungle prevails, that's the rule of the Upper Realm. We mortals are lucky to have survived to this day."

He paused, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes: "The heavens and earth of the upper realm can accommodate cultivators, can accommodate gods and demons, but they cannot accommodate us mortals. They say that mortals are the dregs of heaven and earth, born to be sacrifices to cultivators..."

Ying Zheng's gaze darkened, and the pressure around him suddenly dropped!

He thought of the mountains and rivers of the lower realm, and of everything he had in the Demon Yuan Great Universe!

Those people who bowed down and submitted remembered that when they unified the Demon Yuan and established the Great Qin, all they wanted was for their country to be safe and their people to live in peace.

He is an emperor, and even in this upper realm, even among the humans of another world, he will never allow himself to be trampled on so wantonly!

"Dregs? Sacrifice?"

Ying Zheng's voice carried a chilling killing intent, like a dormant dragon slowly awakening, "The rules of the Upper Realm don't count here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ying Zheng raised his hand, and a wisp of golden power rose from his palm...

This wisp of power gently swept across the entire Qinghe Village.

In an instant, the bloodstains on the corpses of the mortals lying on the ground gradually disappeared, their wounds slowly healed, and their originally cold bodies even began to feel warm.

Those souls that had been devoured by demonic energy had already dissipated into the world, but under the guidance of the Human Emperor's fortune, they were re-condensed, turning into specks of light that disappeared into the corpses.

Ahe stared wide-eyed at the scene before her, trembling all over in disbelief.

He saw that the dead villagers slowly opened their eyes, their chests rose and fell again, and the once silent village gradually began to sound with faint breathing, the cries of children, the coughs of the old, and the sobs of women, all intertwined to form a symphony of life.

Ying Zheng stood in the center of the village, his black robes fluttering in the wind, his aura like a golden sea of ​​clouds, enveloping the entire Qinghe Village.

With the power of the Dao, he reversed life and death, awakening these slaughtered mortals.