The Records of the Human Emperor

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Li Xuantu poured Stellar Energy into the barrier, his face reddening. He was no longer able to speak.

Heaven’s pressure was more terrifying than imagined. Li Xuantu felt like countless mountains were weighing on his body.

Li Xuantu was keenly aware that he wouldn’t be able to last very long under Heaven’s attack.

Five minutes?

Perhaps even less!

Wang Chong, there’s no time. It’s all on you.

Li Xuantu clenched his teeth, and as he sat cross-legged on the ground, steam boiled off his body, turning from white to red. This was because Li Xuantu’s blood was steaming out of his pores.

It had taken only a few moments for Li Xuantu to start using his essence blood to resist Heaven.

……

At this moment, in the Myriad Forms World, the mood was equally tense.

“What do I do? What should I do?”

Wang Chong looked up at the sky and muttered.

Although he couldn’t tell what was going on outside, he could sense it. It was clear that there wasn’t much time left.

“What should be done to destroy the Celestial Palace?”

Wang Chong’s gaze once more settled on the projection of the Celestial Palace, countless thoughts running through his mind.

The seconds continued to pass, each one a torment to Wang Chong.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Wang Chong stood up and strode up to the projection, his right index finger extending toward the Celestial Palace.

A moment later, something inconceivable happened. Like a row of toppling dominoes, the Celestial Palace collapsed inward at an accelerating rate.

When everything stopped, the Celestial Palace abruptly disappeared, leaving only a black slab suspended in the darkness.

This was the final ‘one’!

One gave rise to two, two gave rise to three, and three gave rise to all things!

But similarly, all things returned to the source as the rivers returned to the sea. When everything collapsed in on itself, everything would become ‘one’.

If Heaven had been able to see this, he would have certainly been astonished, for Wang Chong had actually succeeded in reversing the laws of this dimension. All things had their waxing and waning, their rise and fall. For Wang Chong to reverse the concept of his ritual tool was truly unbelievable. Not even Xuanyuan had managed this feat.

But Wang Chong was not happy at all to see this.

Despite his efforts, the best he had been able to do was sit equal with Heaven, but this was not enough to destroy the Celestial Palace, let alone defeat Heaven.

To Heaven, even if Wang Chong could reverse the Great Dao within his Celestial Palace, so long as he could not destroy the ‘one’, Wang Chong would not be able to destroy the Celestial Palace.

One gave rise to two, two gave rise to three, three gave rise to all things… So long as ‘one’ existed, all of Wang Chong’s actions were meaningless.

So what had to be done?

Wang Chong’s mind was currently whirring with thoughts.

As time passed, Wang Chong’s heart grew heavier and heavier.

Is there nothing that can surpass ‘one’? Wang Chong inwardly muttered to himself.

Buzz!

As his eyes flitted over ‘one’, Wang Chong had a flash of insight.

“No, there is something that surpasses ‘one’!”

Numerous numbers appeared in Wang Chong’s mind, and if one looked closely, one would realize that all of these numbers were either ‘0’ or ‘1’.

Countless 0s and countless 1s were arranged in countless rows and columns, forming a sea of numbers.

From an even greater distance, one could see an uncountable number of 0s and 1s formed into countless lines. The lines constructed countless images, which rapidly grew more complex, even color appearing at the end. In the end, 0 was no longer 0, and 1 was no longer 1. Rather, they had composed themselves into an endless number of things.

This was the computer, a world of numbers.

This world rigidly adhered to its own laws, with ‘one gives rise to two, two gives rise to three, and three gives rise to all things’ being the supreme principle.

But in the world Wang Chong had transmigrated from, there was far from only one Great Dao.

Besides the final ‘1’, there was also the final ‘0’.

When these two numbers were combined, they could create an infinite world of numbers. Whether it was birds and beasts or the countless stars, anything could be created.

With 0 and 1 as their basis, one could create countless virtual worlds—or perhaps as that world called them, virtual games.

1 was not the highest and ultimate existence. 0 was!

0 was smaller than 1, and just like 1, it could be used to create all things.

But how could he obtain 0?

Wang Chong’s mind began to spin faster and faster.

Theory was one thing; materialization was another. Knowing which direction the solution was in was still far away from actually reaching the solution.

Buzz!

With a thought from Wang Chong, countless 0s and 1s appeared in front of him. More and more 0s and 1s appeared, constantly shifting, until finally, a human figure appeared in Wang Chong’s Myriad Forms World.

The more 0s and 1s that appeared, the more complete and detailed this human figure became. There were eyes, ears, clothes… A stone appeared at his feet, and then the ground.

In the soil, a sapling with two tender leaves sprouted from the earth, eventually becoming a tree that reached the heavens.

More 0s and 1s were still being added, exponentially so. More and more things appeared in the Myriad Forms World: buildings, rivers, mountains, oceans… They appeared one by one, and in just a few seconds, a complete ‘world’ had appeared before Wang Chong.

The world grew more and more complete, eventually turning into an entire planet. The planet rapidly shrank, and numerous stars and asteroids appeared, and then even more planets.

A solar system, a galaxy… The expansion continued, ultimately transforming into a whirlpool-shaped universe, and the universe revolved, growing larger and larger.

Just like that, a perfect universe, a world that had given rise to all myriad things, had been created.

The Myriad Forms World could only project things that Wang Chong had actually interacted with, and in normal circumstances, it should have been impossible to project a universe. In truth, this wasn’t a projection of the Myriad Forms World, but something Wang Chong had created from 0s and 1s using the knowledge and principles that he was familiar with.

This ability was Wang Chong’s own evolution of the Myriad Forms World, having already surpassed its usual limitations.

Wang Chong gazed pensively at this miniature universe.

Bang!

A moment later, Wang Chong thrust out a finger, and the universe trembled. A powerful pull erupted from the center of the universe, and then the universe began to collapse, the stars going out like candles.

The universe did not infinitely expand. When expansion reached a certain point, it would collapse. Wang Chong was now simulating the collapse of a universe.

The universe collapsed very quickly, and soon, less than one percent of that dazzling universe remained, and it continued to contract.

Bang!

When everything went still and the collapse stopped, the miniature universe had disappeared, leaving only the square that represented the ‘one’ floating there.

This was the final ‘one’, the beginning and end of everything.

The ancient texts said that the primordial universe was like a chicken egg, which referred to the primordial ‘one’. Heaven’s Celestial Palace was based on this principle.

“No, this isn’t the origin of everything!” Wang Chong muttered. He extended his left index finger, lightly rapping on that final ‘one’.

Bang! The final ‘one’ disappeared, leaving only a tiny particle.

No, it was not right to call it a particle. This was a point, a point created by a distortion in space.

The universal singularity!

The people of this world did not know of it, but Wang Chong knew that this universe was born and would end in the universal singularity.

This was the final ‘0’.

It essentially did not exist, except in the subjective senses of people. In another world, it had long ago been proved that an object’s mass was created from its constant spin. In other words, mass did not exist. It was simply a different form of gravity.

This was not merely theory, but fact.

Wang Chong knew of the existence of particles with no mass…

Light particles, or photons.

Wang Chong reached out and held that ‘universal singularity’ in his hand.

This was his final hope for dealing with Heaven.

Buzz!

At this moment, the Myriad Forms Dimension shuddered, and Wang Chong paled.

There’s no more time, Wang Chong anxiously said to himself.

The Myriad Forms World was not an independent existence. Clearly, something had happened outside. The vibrations of the Celestial Emperor Palace had traveled through his body to the Myriad Forms World.

There was no time to think. Wang Chong focused and began to reconstruct his theoretical model. This step took a great deal of time, time which he didn’t have. Not even Wang Chong was sure if he could make it.

Once Heaven completed his final step and absorbed enough energy from the capital, he would remove the seal that Xuanyuan had placed around the Celestial Emperor Palace.

At that point, even if Wang Chong completed the final step, he would have missed out on the best opportunity to destroy the Celestial Palace, making his efforts meaningless.

Wang Chong closed his eyes, and the Myriad Forms World fell silent.

……

At the same time, outside, Heaven floated in the air and continued his attack on the golden barrier.

Rumble!

Immense universal energy infused with the power of spacetime battered the golden barrier around the Celestial Emperor Palace from all sides. The barrier tottered and seemed on the verge of breaking at any moment.

Fwoosh!

On the square outside the Celestial Emperor Palace, Li Xuantu trembled and vomited thick blood, his aura rapidly fading.

Only a few seconds had elapsed since Heaven had begun his assault, but Li Xuantu was already suffering from heavy wounds. Blood erupted from his pores, staining his robes. Even the golden-threaded dragon image on the robes had been completely drowned in red blood.

From a distance, he appeared to be wearing robes of blood.

Within Li Xuantu’s body, numerous bones had been broken. Li Xuantu was greatly weakened, but even so, Li Xuantu grit his teeth and held on.

Heaven’s indifferent voice rang out. “It’s useless. Ants will be ants, and what does it matter if you can stop me for a few more seconds? You only delay the inevitable!”