Chapter 79: The Beginning of the Great World

Ten thousand years later, when the Heavenly Emperor Ye Fan recalled the past, he would often sigh at the various inhuman treatments he had suffered due to his Ancient Sacred Body.

That year, the Heavenly Emperor was young, weak, and powerless. When others learned he possessed the Ancient Sacred Body, they did not take the young Heavenly Emperor seriously, believing the Ancient Sacred Body was merely a cripple who could never achieve greatness.

But Lin Xian was different. He always said the young Ye Fan had the makings of a Heavenly Emperor. He did not treat the young Ye Fan as a cripple; of course, Lin Xian did not treat Ye Fan as a human either.

"To become the supreme Heavenly Emperor, to become a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body, one must naturally bear the heaviest karma in the world."

Lin Xian spoke with high-spirited pride: "One must know that the ambition to grasp the clouds in one's youth was once promised to be the best in the world."

"I am not, I did not..." Ye Fan wanted to deny it three times, yet when the words reached his lips, he could not say them no matter what.

A flash of realization surfaced in his heart: it was the Void Art. Only the Great Dao of the Void could so easily imprison a person.

"You are not worthy to challenge the Sacred Body!"

Lin Xian said loudly: "Only by defeating the Divine King Body does one have the qualifications to challenge the Sacred Body. Not just any stray cat or dog is qualified to cross hands with the future Heavenly Emperor."

Ye Fan closed his eyes in despair. He had already foreseen that those who would come to fight him in the future would be either peerless geniuses or heroes of the ages.

Ordinary Holy Sons could not even pass the hurdle of Ji Haoyue.

"I am just an Ancient Sacred Body, not a Chaos Body!" Ye Fan roared in his heart, yet it was of no use.

The hatred value had already been maxed out!

Ye Fan's reputation, following this small Taixuan gathering, would surely echo among the various sects and holy lands, eventually shaking the Eastern Wasteland.

Ye Fan could no longer speak and could only use spiritual sense transmission, saying with extreme resentment: "Master Lin, do not harm me!"

"This is merely the prelude to the Emperor's Path."

Lin Xian said indifferently, shaking his head: "The Emperor's throne is unique. To attain the Dao, one is destined to be the enemy of the world, to fight the geniuses of the past and present, and to sweep across the cosmic Emperor's Path."

"If you cannot even pass this hurdle, you might as well give up early to save your life."

Ye Fan's heart trembled. He knew the Emperor's Path was cruel, but he had not expected it to be so intense. Lin Xian had unveiled a corner of the future for him.

"A tragic song of the great world. When the final battle music sounds, all will fall, collapsing on the Emperor's Path. Only one person who can savor the loneliness and sorrow of the ages will reach the peak, watching the heroes of the same era turn to dust."

Lin Xian scanned the crowd and sighed slightly: "There is only one Supreme. It has been so since ancient times. How many heroes have buried their bones in foreign lands, and how many geniuses have been buried on the Emperor's Path."

"Are you prepared to become a pile of bones on the Emperor's Path?"

The mountain peak fell silent. Talk of a golden age, talk of an eternal immortal path—all were illusions. Only bones and yellow soil were real.

The crowd remained silent, heads bowed in deep thought. A breeze blew past; although it was spring and full of vitality, everyone felt incomparably cold.

Only Hua Yunfei sighed softly, sat down again, and began to play immortal music. However, this melody was no longer ethereal and misty, but filled with vicissitudes and ruggedness.

"The world's winds and clouds arise from our generation; once entering the jianghu, the years hasten. Imperial ambitions and hegemony are discussed in laughter; nothing beats a drunken life. Drawing swords and riding horses, waving through ghost rain; bones like mountains, birds startled and flying. Worldly affairs are like tides, people like water; only sighing at how many return from the jianghu..."

The zither music was distant, the lyrics magnificent, plucking at the heartstrings.

Hua Yunfei's zither skills were extraordinary, almost entering the Dao; with every move, he could influence people's emotions.

The crowd felt sorrowful, and some even wept uncontrollably, as if they saw their own deaths. What seemed like the beginning of a great world was actually using blood as ink, splashing across the starry sky.

Ye Fan looked sideways. This kind of poetry came from the other side of the starry sky. How did Hua Yunfei know it, unless someone had told him?

In deep thought, Ye Fan's gaze shifted, looking at another beauty, Li Xiaoman. He did not know when she had joined Star Peak.

At this moment, Li Xiaoman was dressed in white, her face clear and beautiful, her expression calm, like a pure white lotus, revealing nothing.

However, Ye Fan's gaze was noticed by Ji Ziyue. Ji Ziyue smiled slightly, stepped forward to hug Ye Fan, then pinched the flesh on the Ancient Sacred Body's waist, revealing crystal-clear tiger teeth, and smiled sweetly: "Little brother, what are you looking at?"

Ye Fan was immediately drenched in cold sweat and hurriedly shook his head: "Nothing, nothing."

Lin Xian, however, was thinking of one thing: in the future, let Hua Yunfei provide the background music and hire him as the Music Elder of the Tianxuan Holy Land. It is well known that with BGM, the protagonist can stand in an invincible position.

Even regardless of combat power, reciting poetry in the future with immortal music accompaniment would be quite a stylish thing.

In the Zhetian universe, combat power can be low, and people can be bad, but style must never be lost.

Once style is lost, death is not far away.

The song ended and the crowd dispersed. Ji Haoyue and Ji Ziyue walked together, Lin Xian headed to Zhuofeng alone, and Ye Fan also left the Taixuan Gate under the eyes of everyone, saying he was going to travel the mountains and rivers.

Hua Yunfei, with complex emotions, returned to Star Peak, looking out at the endless starry sky, vast and boundless, a trace of yearning appearing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in hemp clothes holding a silver tower appeared by his side, his tone respectful: "Holy Son, the Sacred Body and the Divine Body have appeared, and Ji Ziyue also has a special constitution..."

"The Ji family is not easy to move, and the Sacred Body is also a disciple of Zhuofeng." Hua Yunfei shook his head: "Wait a little longer."

"Holy Son!" The man in hemp clothes became anxious: "Opportunity knocks but once."

"No need to say more." Hua Yunfei's heart was complex. He recalled the scene when the Ruthless Lineage came to him years ago.

A child, glowing all over, looking intelligent and divine, simply like a son of god, while he held an ancient zither, timid, afraid, constantly retreating.

It was a fated encounter. It had always been the Demon Body achieving the Divine Fetus, just as the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art achieved the Indestructible Heaven Art.

Holy Son?

The Ruthless Lineage had two Holy Sons, but in the end, only one could survive.

At this moment, Hua Yunfei did not want to kill, his tone becoming heavier: "You are only my Dao Protector, I am the Holy Son. Before the Senior Brother eats me, I am still the Holy Son!"

"You will regret this!"

The man in hemp clothes was frustrated and left Star Peak, unaware that their every move was exposed under an Emperor Mirror.

No one would have thought that two Sages would use an Emperor Weapon to monitor a small character.

The Void Mirror shone brightly, reflecting everything like a lake.

The man in hemp clothes walked on the small path of Star Peak, the more he thought, the angrier and more regretful he became, so he went to a hidden corner and secretly lit a stick of divine incense.

He was Hua Yunfei's Dao Protector, but not the leader of the Ruthless Lineage. Involving the Divine Body and the Sacred Body required seniors with higher cultivation realms to decide.

A moment later, an old man arrived, his aura terrifying to the extreme, but his whole body was hidden in the darkness, his face unclear.

"The Sacred Body and the Divine Body... using them for a spare tire is a bit of a waste." The old man said indifferently, revealing a coldness.

He was Hua Yunfei's Dao Protector, and also the Dao Protector of the Yaoguang Holy Son. The Ruthless Lineage planted pieces everywhere, like raising poisonous insects.

Compared to Hua Yunfei, the old man appreciated the Yaoguang Holy Son more, because Yaoguang practiced the Indestructible Heaven Art, which was a step higher than the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art.

"Give him one more chance." The ultimate Dao Protector of the Ruthless Lineage said coldly: "If he still doesn't agree, give the opportunity to Yaoguang."

"I will go, but the Holy Son probably won't listen." The man in hemp clothes said with lowered eyebrows: "You should go and persuade him."

"Womanly benevolence, meaningless kindness."

The ultimate Dao Protector of the Ruthless Lineage sneered. This was also a point he looked down on Hua Yunfei for: not ruthless enough, not as good as the Yaoguang Holy Son.

In the end, he agreed, because Hua Yunfei was still the Holy Son.

The two, one after the other, stepped onto Star Peak.

"Prepare to close the net."

In front of the Void Emperor Mirror, many laughs rang out.