Chapter 338: [Five Regions Great Sects Worship the Emperor Zun Together] (4000)

"Woo woo..."

Wang Teng's remaining head struggled desperately, wanting to stop all this, but it was of no avail. He could only watch helplessly as the Luan Gu Imperial Talisman emerged from his brow and flew toward Saint Master Lin.

An incomplete divine talisman the size of a walnut flickered, like a rising sun, breathing essence, full of the aura of life.

It was the most precious object refined by the Luan Gu Great Emperor, second only to an Imperial Weapon, and could substitute for death.

Wang Teng possessed two incomplete Imperial Talismans; one was given to his younger brother Wang Chong, and the other was on himself.

The Great Sage Crane was very fair, because he was the executor left behind by the Luan Gu Great Emperor, and his task was to select the Great Emperor's successor, not Wang Teng's guardian, so he was not protective of his own.

He divided the treasures left behind by the Luan Gu Great Emperor equally.

"Thank you, Great Sage."

Lin Xian was instantly overjoyed, happily picking up the incomplete Luan Gu Imperial Talisman. This was a good thing that could save his life, possessing incredible power, and could even resurrect him after his Primordial Spirit was cut.

Facing the revival of the semi-immortal weapon Undying Heavenly Blade, an attack comparable to a Supreme, it could still resurrect him.

If it were a complete Imperial Talisman, it might be able to take a blow from an Immortal Weapon.

The Luan Gu lineage, survival first, is not just talk; it truly has that kind of vitality.

The Great Sage Crane nodded and was about to take Wang Teng away, but was stopped by Lin Xian.

"Senior is the White Crane under the Luan Gu Great Emperor, naturally different from the likes of the Black Emperor, and can be called a clear stream."

Lin Xian stepped forward to bow again, handed over a jade plate, and said incomparably sincerely: "Now that the great world has risen again, the Heavenly Court should be established. Why doesn't Senior represent the Luan Gu lineage and station in the Heavenly Court, so that the world can know the glory of the Luan Gu Great Emperor?"

The Great Sage Crane accepted the jade plate but gave no answer, just looked at Lin Xian deeply, then flapped his wings and flew high, leaving behind a crane cry: "I will wait for you in the Northern Plains."

Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back, black hair scattered, clothes fluttering, watching the old crane leave. The Northern Plains had only one emperor since ancient times, and the Luan Gu inheritance was the most powerful force of the human race in the Northern Plains, without exception.

"Saint Master."

Ye Fan stepped into the first level of the Immortal Platform, standing on the second step, his divine sense greatly increased, walking like a dragon and tiger, high-spirited, looking at the flying old crane, and said in a deep voice: "If you kill Wang Teng, you will be the only true successor of the Luan Gu Great Emperor, and the divine crane under the Luan Gu Great Emperor will naturally come."

"That is the logic."

Lin Xian nodded, glanced at the high-spirited Ye Fan, whose potential had once been partially converted into strength, and could be considered a powerhouse in the current age, his temperament having undergone earth-shaking changes, and couldn't help but smile: "You are now also an Immortal Platform cultivator, comparable to a Saint Master. How about we exchange a move or two?"

"Not fighting!"

Ye Fan rolled his eyes. Saint Master is Saint Master, Saint Master Lin is Saint Master Lin—is that the same thing?

He could now fight a half-step powerhouse, and even exchange moves with an Immortal Second powerhouse, but that refers to powerhouses whose potential is exhausted and who don't have a single forbidden restriction.

Normal sect masters, Saint Masters, and Imperial Masters were all once rampant for a time, with heaven-defying talent, starting from three or four forbidden restrictions. People like the Red Dragon Daoist and the Peacock King also had six or seven forbidden restrictions.

Five forbidden restrictions is a watershed. If you have five, you have the posture of a Sage. If you can survive until the end of the Dao-difficult era, you can become a Sage.

As for those with eight forbidden restrictions, they are guaranteed to be Great Sages, with hope for Quasi-Emperor!

Eight forbidden restrictions Immortal First fighting eight forbidden restrictions Immortal Second, under the circumstances of similar cultivation methods and the same physique, is a situation of being properly abused.

"Fine."

Lin Xian waved his hand, looked at the several Emperor's children in the distance, and said loudly: "Ye Holy Body has already stepped into the Immortal Platform Secret Realm. Which one of you will come to exchange pointers?"

The Saint Prince and Ji Zi were unmoved. They were peak powerhouses, and fighting Ye Fan was not exchanging pointers, it was abusing a vegetable.

In an instant, the three flying Ruthless ones moved.

"Brother Ye." Hua Yunfei was in blue clothes, ethereal like an immortal, elegant and noble, but he didn't live up to the mindset of a zither master. There was a hint of fighting intent in his eyes, and he reached out to invite: "You and I have known each other for many years, but it seems we have never truly fought a great battle."

"Let me come first."

Jiang Yifei was elegant and dusty, unfathomable, unable to be seen through at a glance, like a young Hengyu Great Emperor, a divine furnace appearing behind his head, and he said loudly: "Many years ago, I wanted to discuss the Dao with fellow Daoist Ye, but I never had the chance."

"I guess the person the Holy Body most wants to fight should be me." The Yaoguang Saint Son's hair was crystal clear, smiling slightly, like a sun god son, wearing white clothes, transcending the mundane, but he had already pinched the battle seal.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan grinned, revealing snow-white teeth, like a prehistoric beast, staring at the prey, emitting a terrifying aura, rubbing his hands and saying: "Don't come one by one, you three come together."

What?!

At this moment, everyone was shocked. The Saint Prince looked sideways, Ji Zi raised his eyebrows.

No one could challenge three Emperor's children at the same realm and same level, even if he himself was an Emperor's child, with the bonus of the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, it was the same.

Ye Fan just wanted to be the second Wang Teng!

This kind of 'I am the only one supreme' temperament—if you lose, you are a clown.

But if you keep winning, you are a Great Emperor, you are a Huang Tiandi!

This is the uniqueness of the Zhetian method and the Zhetian path—the great waves wash the sand to refine true gold. Although it will damage many heaven's pride with promising futures, it can also nurture invincible people like Wu Shi, Ruthless, and Wan Qing.

"The beginning of an invincible path?"

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes, sensing that the aura on Ye Fan was rushing to the nine heavens, not fake, but truly having that kind of confidence.

He also had to speed up his pace of breaking through the realm, otherwise, if he was caught up by Ye Fan one day and reached the same realm, it would be bad to be reversed and killed.

"Then let me learn Brother Ye's methods." Hua Yunfei's blue clothes fluttered, like a banished immortal descending to the world, indescribably elegant and dusty, smiling slightly, endless petals scattered, and he unleashed an imperial technique to kill.

One thought of flowers blooming, ruling the world!

The mighty flower rain descended from the sky, each petal carved with the traces of the Great Dao, capable of shattering mountains and rivers.

"Until now, are you still using other people's techniques?!"

Ye Fan shouted, black hair flying, holy fist shaking the sky, like a great demon god attacking, sweeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, traversing the endless flower rain, looking for the weakest node, and with just one strike, he shook Hua Yunfei away.

"Slow, too slow!"

Ye Fan stepped on one petal after another, his eyes cold, devoting his whole heart to the battle, forgetting life and death, without a trace of distraction, his essence, energy, and spirit condensed to the extreme.

Because in the Holy Cliff, if he had a single mistake, he would be abused and killed by the Undying Daoist the next moment.

"Brother Yunfei, let me help you!"

Jiang Yifei shouted, like a god descending to the world, bathed in firelight. The imperial methods of the Ruthless Great Emperor and the Hengyu Great Emperor were perfectly combined in him, almost stepping out of his own Dao.

"Come, come, come!" Ye Fan fought until he was crazy, roared, not only facing Jiang Yifei, but even dragging the Yaoguang Saint Son in, fighting three Emperor's children with one body.

Although coughing up blood, although injured, his temperament was constantly climbing, firmly believing that the one who won in the end would be himself.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are too arrogant!"

The three Emperor's children were furious. No one dared to despise them like this. The Swallowing Heaven Demon Skill and the Undying Heavenly Skill attacked, radiance flying, the true aura of the Ruthless Great Emperor emerged.

Flying Immortal Technique!

Myriad Transformation Holy Secret!

One thought of flowers blooming, ruling the world!

In an instant, it was like the true Ruthless Empress descending to the world, beating Ye Fan, one after another, the Great Dao treasure bottles swallowing heaven and earth, shattering eternity, suppressing the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, possessing immortal power, mysterious and unfathomable.

The three immortals exposed their essence, becoming demon kings, turning into killing gods, forging a Great Emperor.

"Yes, yes, this is the feeling!"

Ye Fan laughed, like a Huang Tiandi reincarnated, hair flying, not angry but happy. He found the feeling of fighting with a Supreme, life and death fighting on the line, quickly entered the state, had a temperament of pushing across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and said with resonant force: "What about Emperor's children, what about kings? Even if the Supreme is in front, I am still invincible!"

Practitioners of our generation, why fear a battle!

The ancestor of the Holy Body had a training:

Those of later generations who learn my Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, even if facing the Heavenly Court Emperor Zun, our Holy Body, the body can be broken, the power can be exhausted, the spirit can be extinguished, only the fist intent will not retreat, sweeping across the three thousand worlds, reversing the Six Paths Reincarnation!

"I will strike three thousand feet of water, confident in twenty thousand years of life!"

Ye Fan roared, his Primordial Spirit glowing, his physical body roaring, one after another Dao talismans appeared in his blood, intertwined and scattered, golden blood boiling, like the Great Accomplishment Holy Bodies of past generations fighting the Forbidden Zone Supremes.

Life and death on the line, blood spilling over the nine heavens, fighting to the extreme, bathed in immortal light, six blurred ancient worlds flowed between his palms and fingers, and a power of heaven and earth opening was permeating!

I am invincible, supreme in the world, even the Great Dao cannot suppress it. This is the true meaning of this fist—striking down the nine heavens, reopening reincarnation, reversing the six paths!

Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, most fearless of group battles!

"Clang!"

"Rumble!"

"Clatter!"

The Yaoguang Saint Son was the most decisive, striking Ye Fan's Immortal Platform; Hua Yunfei insighted the origin, shattering the Holy Body's Wheel and Sea; Jiang Yifei used the Fighting Holy Method to evolve the Taihuang Sword, wanting to cut the Great Dragon.

Ye Fan coughed up blood, covered in wounds, swaying, but did not retreat, his fighting intent rushing to the nine heavens, blood energy boiling, a golden god residing high in the nine heavens, cutting across eternity.

The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist struck across eternity, every move fatal, beating the three until their white clothes were stained with blood, their bones shattered.

If the battle continued like this, in another day or two, his origin would be exhausted, and Ye Fan would die.

But even if Ye Fan was killed, what of it? The winner had already been decided.

Hua Yunfei, Jiang Yifei, and even Yaoguang had already been incorporated into the Heavenly Court, and did not continue to attack. The three stood side by side, looking at the seriously injured Ye Fan, their expressions incomparably complex.

"Will die, but won."

Two divine lights burst from the Saint Prince's eyes, and his fighting intent suddenly erupted, eager to try.

"A line higher than the Emperor's child..."

Ji Zi whispered, his expression incomparably solemn. This record seemed understated, seemed plain and unremarkable.

But throughout history, who could be a line higher than an Emperor's child? Even the most amazing heaven's pride couldn't do it, at most comparable.

Only four words could describe it: Young Great Emperor!

Not some young Great Emperor, not some posture of a Great Emperor, but truly comparable to a Great Emperor.

Just when everyone was sighing, Ye Fan was proud, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, Saint Master Lin's voice suddenly sounded:

"With such a record, Ye Fan, you still say you are not the reincarnation of the Emperor Zun?!"

In an instant, the Emperor's children pondered deeply, Ye Holy Body gritted his teeth, his face as black as can be.

What if he won? In the end, he was still calculated by Saint Master Lin.

"So that's how it is."

Hua Yunfei, Jiang Yifei, and Yaoguang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a look of relief. If Ye Fan was the Emperor Zun, then everything made sense.

How could there be such a powerful person in the current age, yet Ye Fan was a line higher? What does this explain? This explains that he is the reincarnation of the Great Emperor!

"Unexpectedly so."

The Saint Prince, Ji Zi, and others couldn't help but look at Ye Fan with strange eyes. At first, they thought Ye Fan claimed to be the reincarnation of the Emperor Zun, just fabricated by the Heavenly Court to cater to his identity as the Lord of the Heavenly Court.

Now it seems there is some truth to it.

"Could it really be the Emperor Zun?"

"The Heavenly Court laid out by the Qing Emperor, could it really be the reappearance of the Heavenly Court?"

The Great Sage of the Cai family was also shocked. Even as a Great Sage, he knew nothing about reincarnation. He walked up slowly, with a bit more respect in his eyes, cupped his hands and saluted: "Emperor Zun, the four great dynasties, the Sages of the various sects are coming to worship you."

Ye Fan's mouth twitched. The Sages of the Five Regions worship the Emperor Zun together? Really treating me as the Lord of the Heavenly Court? Can I really carry such a big black pot?

He cast his gaze for help toward Saint Master Lin.

"The Emperor Zun is still in reincarnation, some small matters, don't bother the old man."

Lin Xian coughed and said: "Let the Sages and the representatives of the great sects go to the Yaochi Grand Assembly, decided by the Supreme Jiuyou, and I will represent the Qing Emperor at the meeting."

"Good."

The Great Sage of the Cai family thought for a while and nodded in agreement. The Emperor Zun could not issue a decree, but having the decrees of Gai Jiuyou and the Qing Emperor was the same.

After all, the Mythological Era was too far away, and the Heavenly Court Emperor Zun was even more of a legend, just a kind of faith.

And Gai Jiuyou was a solid Supreme, and the Qing Emperor was even closer to the Great Emperor of this world, with a great possibility of being alive. The Heavenly Court decrees they passed down were more effective.

"The Heavenly Court is established just like that?" Gai Jiuyou stepped out of the dragon cave. Even as a Supreme, facing the establishment of the Heavenly Court, he had a sense of absurdity; it was truly too much like child's play.

"After all, it is the Qing Emperor's handwriting." Shakyamuni pondered for a moment and said slowly: "The Qing Emperor is far-sighted, doing this must have his deep meaning."

"Qing Emperor?"

Mentioning that man, Gai Jiuyou nodded and mocked himself: "Fine, let this old man be the first divine general for once and help the Qing Emperor suppress the Heavenly Court."

"Don't do that." Lin Xian rushed over, bowed deeply and said: "In this life, I am still counting on you, Great Emperor Jiuyou, to protect the great universe."

"The Qing Emperor is still alive, do I have a chance to attain the Dao?"

Gai Jiuyou sighed. This was the information he gained most from this trip.

"Cough, cough, as things stand, I have to reveal some imperial secrets to you."

Lin Xian coughed lightly and spoke nonsense seriously: "The Qing Emperor has great compassion, using the taboo means of the Huang Tiandi to evolve his own Dao, using the Desolate Tower to suppress his own body, never affecting the human world, leaving a glimmer of life for the emperors of later generations."

Shakyamuni looked sideways upon hearing this and couldn't help but murmur: "What kind of means is this? Not self-cutting, yet able to imprison his own Dao. It must be extremely difficult to do."

Not difficult, not difficult at all. As long as some Great Emperor's brain twitches, dismembers his own imperial body, and then lets his Primordial Spirit enter the Immortal Weapon Desolate Tower, he can shield the heavenly secrets, equivalent to falling, equivalent to slow suicide.

But throughout history, how many Great Emperors have the ability to subdue an Immortal Weapon? And among those who can subdue an Immortal Weapon, how many dare to do this?

Only a single lotus in the eternal blue sky, an immortal flower in one hundred thousand years!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 339 =====