Chapter 473: 【I have never seen such a shameless person】

"I have never seen such a shameless person~!"

Emperor's son Daoyi's face was as black as charcoal. Whose defensive weapon has greater power than a combat weapon?

He looked back at the gray-haired Great Sage, asking about the situation. It was not Daoyi who held the Emperor weapon to fight and dominated the battlefield, but the gray-haired Great Sage.

The gray-haired Great Sage was speechless, and after a long silence, nodded helplessly.

It was the Eternal Ancient Star side that took the initiative to attack. During the confrontation between the two sides, the strong were full of confidence, and the weak were the first to lose their composure.

Because normal battles are often won by the strong over the weak, only by taking the initiative to attack and winning by surprise can there be a glimmer of chance to turn the tables in a headwind.

It was just that

The Eternal Ancient Star crashed into it head-on, immediately resulting in a bloody head and a disheveled, pathetic state, bringing humiliation upon itself.

"Since the Tribulation Crossing Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, the restricted zones have been rampant, the universe has been in turmoil, the myriad races have been in the danger of a pile of eggs, and the common people have been in the urgency of being hung upside down."

"The Ancient Heavenly Court's Emperor, having swept clean the six directions and rolled across the eight wildernesses, won the hearts of the myriad races, suppressed Mount Kunlun, and deterred the restricted zones; he was truly the one to whom Heaven's mandate belonged."

"Now there is the Heavenly Court's Heavenly Ye Di, divine in literature and holy in martial arts, inheriting the great lineage, responding to Heaven and uniting with humanity, recreating the universe, and presiding over the myriad domains from Beidou—is this not the heart of Heaven and the will of the people?"

Lin Xian spoke incessantly. As the Future Buddha, he used all his strength to hoodwink the people of Eternal, practicing his supernatural ability of 'lotus flowers blooming from the tongue' to the extreme. Dao flowers bloomed in the void, golden lotuses surged beneath his feet, and a wheel of divine light hung behind his head. Like the Taiyi Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, bathed in a sacred aura, he said with sonorous force: "Fellow Daoist Dao Yi, you are the biological child of an ancient Great Emperor. Your future is boundless and bright; why must you forcibly go against the principles of Heaven and act against human sentiment?"

"Why not join our Heavenly Court and create the magnificent feat of all emperors standing together and the miracle of an entire sect ascending?"

Just as Lin Xian was in the middle of his spirited speech, Chuan Ying suddenly asked out of the blue: "Heavenly Court, what kind of Heavenly Court are you?"

There cannot be two suns in the sky, nor two masters in the universe. In the mind of the First Divine General, there was only one Heavenly Court and only one Huang Tiandi!

"Heavenly Court? We are naturally the orthodox Ancient Heavenly Court."

Lin Xian smiled brilliantly: "We are the rebirth of the orthodox Ancient Heavenly Court, the Beidou Heavenly Court!"

The white-haired Sword God had a strange expression; if you are the orthodox Ancient Heavenly Court, then who are we?

The Old God seemed to have thought of something and asked: "Are you the descendants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty?"

More than three hundred thousand years ago, the Divine Organization had a split in ideology. A portion of the people advocated maintaining the status quo and waiting for an opportunity to settle accounts with the ancient Supremes at a certain node and destroy the restricted zones. But another portion could not wait and wanted to recreate a Great Emperor to restore the glory of the Ancient Heavenly Court.

Thus, the descendants of the old Ancient Heavenly Court troops, a peerless Quasi-Emperor, traveled far into the starry sky and established the Feathered Divine Dynasty on the Feathered Star. Tens of thousands of years later, the Feathered Great Emperor was born. Relying on the power of a Great Emperor, the Feathered Divine Dynasty began the project of repairing the Immortal-Ascension Cauldron.

In terms of origin, the Feathered Divine Dynasty and the Divine Organization are one family.

"The Feathered Divine Dynasty? Heh, they don't have much of a relationship with our Beidou Heavenly Court."

Lin Xian shook his head and said indifferently: "The Huang Tiandi rose in Beidou, but in reality, he came from Earth. This name might be a bit unfamiliar to you, but you should be very familiar with its ancient name—Honghuang!"

The Honghuang Ancient Star!!!

The nine Heavenly Venerables of the Mythological Era, the last Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun—Hongjun Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun—came from this ancient star. Legend has it that this mother star once nurtured another Huang Tiandi named Huang.

Therefore, after Hongjun Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun lived out his second life and established the Heavenly Court, becoming the Ancient Heavenly Court's Emperor, his mother star was called: Honghuang.

The Emperor was born in Honghuang, rose in Ziwei, and established the Heavenly Court headquarters behind the Nine-Layer Imperial Pass. These three places all bear his traces.

A trace of realization appeared in the eyes of the First Divine General, Chuan Ying, and he said thoughtfully: "You obtained the inheritance on Emperor-my lord's mother star; is it Kunlun..."

"Senior Chuan Ying has guessed wrong again." Lin Xian chuckled, then became solemn. With a straight expression, he bowed toward the mothership and said: "The Tianhe Water Force is on an expedition under the orders of the Heavenly Court's Emperor."

The Emperor?

Where did this Emperor come from!

The expressions of the three from the Divine Organization changed wildly. Looking at the mothership within the Tianhe Water Force, they saw ten thousand paths of golden light rolling in red neon, and a thousand strands of auspicious energy spraying purple mist. A Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, looking similar in appearance to the Emperor, flew out.

Although his realm was low—merely a Dao-Cutter—like a stray dog on the side of the road, not to mention the Heavenly Court and the Divine Organization, he couldn't even defeat the weakest Eternal Ancient Star. Yet, with the Great Dao of the void laid out, all the Emperors guarding him, ten Great Emperor weapons keeping watch, holding a lotus and hanging a mirror, no one could ignore his existence.

"Respectfully welcome the Huang Tiandi!"

Lin Xian smiled slightly and bowed toward the void.

Once these words were spoken, as if receiving a secret signal, one Heavenly Soldier and Heavenly General after another on the warships emerged as if they had rehearsed it beforehand.

One hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers wore golden armor, looking like divine beings, solemn and sacred. At this moment, they all knelt on one knee and roared in unison: "The million-year period has arrived; respectfully welcome the Emperor's return!"

Ye Fan shuddered violently, feeling completely uncomfortable. He was so embarrassed he wanted to dig out the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, feeling that Saint Master Lin was playing him like a fool.

I am a King who has cut the Dao, not the King of the myriad races. Is it appropriate to act cool in front of so many Supremes?

"It couldn't be more appropriate."

Lin Xian smiled knowingly, invited the Emperor to make an appearance, and said loudly: "Emperor, all the Emperors are waiting. Please step forward and say a few words."

One gaze after another from the Supremes fell, like Mount Taishan pressing down. At this moment, it seemed as if the myriad star domains of the heavens were revolving around Ye Di, and he had become the center of the great universe.

Say a few words? Say a hammer!

I am a Dao-Cutter; I can't even travel through the universe.

Ye Fan roared in his heart, but he still bit the bullet and tentatively took a few steps, and then endless divine light surged.

Every step he took had divine radiance scattering, paving a golden divine bridge. The myriad paths roared in response; true dragons soared, immortal phoenixes circled, black tortoises cleared the path, and white tigers roared—ninety-nine of each surrounded him.

Guarded by the four symbols and myriad spirits, the power of faith fell like a waterfall, turning into a nine-colored canopy. It was truly the arrival of a Huang Tiandi. Ye Fan's black hair was disheveled, his blood energy soared to the heavens, and his whole body was crystal clear and brilliant. He stood on the Beidou Imperial Chariot, patrolling the myriad heavens.

The Huang Tiandi patrols the heavens, and all gods kneel! ~

Such a phenomenon was naturally not Ye Fan's own Dao fruit, but rather the result of the various Supremes working together to trigger the Heart of Heaven Imprint, drawing upon the support of faith to deliberately create special effects.

Lin Xian, watching the fun and not fearing that it was too big, coughed twice, took out one-third of the green cauldron and stuffed it into Ye Fan's hands, forcibly putting the yellow robe on him. Then he turned to look at the few from the Divine Organization and said sternly: "Since you see the Huang Tiandi, why do you not bow!"

Rumble, the Divine Baby within the green cauldron exerted force, influencing the one-third of the broken green cauldron in the Old God's hand, enticing it to return.

The Immortal Dao laws were brilliant, and an inexplicable aura surged violently. The green radiance broke through the Nine Heavens. That mysterious aura was something even the ancestor god at the Ninth Level of the Quasi-Emperor realm could not stop.

Only Chuan Ying stepped forward, forcibly suppressing the Immortal-Ascension Cauldron to make it whole. With a strange look in his eyes, he looked at Ye Fan, carrying three parts expectation, three parts suspicion, three parts nervousness, and a trace of respect, and asked: "You, you... are the Emperor reincarnated?"

Lin Xian, on the side, acted as the atmosphere group, discussing the Dao with Shakyamuni, and said leisurely: "Time is long; there will eventually be two identical flowers in the world. Is it true or false?"

Shakyamuni smiled while holding a flower: "If you believe, it exists; if you do not believe, it does not."

Everyone at the scene, including the Supremes, felt their hearts skip a beat. No matter how much you don't believe in reincarnation or rebirth, at this moment, you have to be suspicious.

Because this was authoritative certification from the Buddhist sect, a discussion of the Dao between two Buddhas.

No one understood reincarnation better than Great Emperor Amitabha!

"I am not the Emperor; I am just me."

Ye Fan said expressionlessly. He didn't know how many times he had said this sentence.

He only respected this life, firmly believing that being invincible in this life was the foundation of everything.

But every time he said he wasn't the Emperor, no one believed him. What is wrong with this great universe? Can you please not be so unreasonable?

"The Emperor said the same thing." The Old God sighed. The Divine Organization had historians who recorded every word and action of the Emperor back then.

"Back then, Emperor-my lord was also born on the Honghuang Ancient Star and later established the Ziwei Heavenly Court."

The white-haired Sword God murmured, falling into deep confusion.

The First Divine General, Chuan Ying, had an extremely complex expression. There was a person who looked like the Emperor, had a personality like the Emperor, and even had the Emperor's magic treasure.

So, is this person the Emperor or not!

"Are you the Emperor reincarnated?"

The First Divine General, Chuan Ying, came to ask in person, pointing at that incomplete green cauldron: "If you admit it, I will let the green cauldron return to its place."

Ye Fan's Dao heart was like iron, but he couldn't withstand Lin Xian's day-and-night hoodwinking, and he had a trace of doubt.

After all, regarding things like reincarnation, if you believe, it exists; if you do not believe, it does not.

But fortunately, after a brief silence, Ye Fan's gaze was like a torch, and he said with extreme firmness: "Anyone's reincarnation has nothing to do with me. I, Ye Fan, only act as myself, unique in this life!"

Even if he were the Emperor reincarnated, so what? The past is the past, and the present is the present.

Matter is indestructible; it is only shattered. When it gathers again one day, it is a brand-new person.

Ye Fan believes in the great reincarnation of Heaven and Earth, not the small reincarnation.

Divine General Chuan Ying trembled and took a few steps back. With a complex gaze, he murmured: "If it were Emperor-my lord, hearing these words of yours, he would definitely consider you a soulmate."

He's been crippled, he's been crippled!

Lin Xian nodded, satisfied, and left. This was the effect he wanted.

The First Divine General seemed to have given up on the verification, but if he had given up completely, how could he compare Ye Fan to the Emperor?

It is ambiguous; no one can explain reincarnation clearly, and no one can judge rebirth.

Whether Ye Fan is the Emperor or not is not important.

What is important is that others acknowledge him as the Emperor.

The Heavenly Court can bring the hope of longevity to the Emperors, so Ye Fan is the Emperor, and must be the Emperor.

It doesn't matter who is the master of the Heavenly Court; the Supremes only want to ascend to immortality.

As for Divine General Chuan Ying, or the Divine Organization, the Emperor they look forward to, the Emperor they crave, and the Emperor they wait for is one who can lead them back to the peak, recreate glory, take revenge, and rule the great universe.

As for the real Emperor, who cares?

"What is being worshipped is not the Emperor, but human desire."

"The Emperor that has been shaped is merely a projection from the depths of the ocean of the hearts of all living beings."

"Living beings just want to create gods and then destroy them. The Great Emperors of the first life were like this, and the Supremes of the second life are also like this."

"This life has the most terrifying darkness destroying the world, so naturally, the most powerful Huang Tiandi must return!"

Lin Xian smiled slightly and chanted a Buddhist name. Playing with faith, stirring up desire, and shaping idols—this is exactly what the Buddhist sect is best at.

"In order to save the great universe and pacify the dark turmoil, debut as the Emperor, Ye Fan!"

"The grass and trees wither and grow again, flowers fade and flourish; spring goes and autumn comes—naturally, this is also a reincarnation."

Ye Fan also had his own insights on reincarnation, and he shook his head: "Year after year, the flowers are similar; year after year, the people are different."

If one does not reverse time, recreate that era, and rebirth that universe, what appears in later generations is at most a replica, because that past emotion is gone.

Even if memories and emotions are instilled, it is just cloning, like a revolving lantern, watching a movie.

Because the experiences are different, the heart at that moment is also different.

"Even if time flows backward, allowing the Emperor to return to his own past and achieve rebirth in the true sense, would he still make the same choices as before? Definitely not!"

"This heart is different, and the choices are also different; a river has two branches."

Ye Fan looked at the Emperors and Supremes and said in a deep voice: "If even the reborn self is not oneself, then what does a similar flower count for?"

All the Supremes trembled violently. This involved the deepest mystery of the Dao heart: Who am I? Who is me? The Buddhist sect calls this 'discriminatory mind' and 'differentiating mind'.

Great Emperor Amitabha was the one who realized the discriminatory mind, achieving true equality for all living beings and becoming one with them, so he could live in the hearts of all living beings for hundreds of thousands of years, waiting for the opportunity to be resurrected.

But no one expected that a Ye Fan at the Dao-Cutting stage could be so incisive.

"Who exactly are you?!"

The First Divine General, Chuan Ying's voice trembled. The hope that had just been extinguished now sparked again.

A Dao-Cutter should not possess such wisdom.

Who instilled such concepts in him? Could it be innate!

At this moment, a passing Saint Master Lin smiled without saying a word. When it comes to fighting, he is just an unremarkable bottom-tier Emperor's son, but when it comes to theory, even the Immortal Kings of the Nine Heavens couldn't argue with his nonsense.

Even if Ye Fan was stubborn and only believed in his own fists, under the guidance of the Supreme Saint Master, he had learned a bit of the 'mouth-cannon' supernatural ability through osmosis.

This is no different from Huahua obtaining Shakyamuni's Buddha-crown bone and being able to recite the Divine Treasury at the age of six.

"Who am I?"

Ye Fan's gaze was brilliant, possessing a self-confidence that surpassed everyone, and he said proudly: "I am who I am. I am Ye Fan, the master of the Heavenly Court. I do not need the Emperor; I will surpass the Emperor!"

This is a self-confidence that comes from the heart, which cannot be concealed and cannot be faked.

The previous Ye Fan had the proud bones of a heaven-gifted genius, but he lacked this supreme demeanor that could swallow the universe. It was not until he reversed the Dao and cut the Dao to become a King that he finally had such a seed.

Originally, this supreme seed needed to go through wind and rain, fighting with various Emperor's sons and competing with the Supremes on the Starry Sky Ancient Road, before it would be revealed bit by bit.

However, Saint Master Lin specially arranged for Ye Di to have special training with the seven Ancient Emperors, pulling up the seedlings to help them grow, which accelerated this step.

If it weren't for Ye Fan's experience in the Saint Cliff youth training, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

But there are no 'ifs' in the human world. Ye Fan held on, becoming stronger as he met stronger opponents, shaping his current demeanor.

The seven Ancient Emperors were hoodwinked by him.

After a moment of silence, Chuan Ying also quietly loosened his large hand that was suppressing the green cauldron, letting it return to its place and become whole.

(End of chapter)