Chapter 816

"It was discovered in Quzhou."

The white-robed youth spoke.

Everyone looked at it for a while, unable to discern its origin, so the chest was carried back down.

"The Yaochi Grand Assembly is about to begin—does anyone here know who will be going?"

Someone brought up another matter: the Yaochi Assembly.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi had been traveling throughout the Northern Lands these past days, announcing the Yaochi Grand Assembly, drawing much attention.

"Princess, the Green-Robed Little Jiao King is certainly going. I myself have no right to attend the Yaochi Assembly."

"Even the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and others from the central regions of the Eastern Wastes have come. Unfortunately, this Little Peng King's skull was too hard, and he was suppressed by Senior Fang. I wonder if it will draw the Peng King himself here."

"Now that Senior Fang is our honored guest, even if the Peng King comes, I doubt a fight will break out. This matter should pass."

"The Golden-Winged Little Peng King is to be suppressed here for a year? Thinking about it, that's still a long stretch of time."

"That's true. When the Yaochi Grand Assembly convenes, who knows how many prodigies will arrive—not only cultivators from our Eastern Wastes, but even experts from the Central Plains, the Northern Plains, and Nanling will come. Countless geniuses will clash; the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of every great sacred ground will be present. Just thinking about it, it's a grand occasion of the ages. Yet here he is, suppressed in our place, to be held down for a whole year…"

Someone sighed.

"This is an era where prodigies rise together. With so many of them, who can go the furthest and become an ancient sage—or even an ancient Great Emperor?"

"Since ancient times, such people have been far too few. Heaven and earth are full of geniuses, yet those who achieve the Dao can be counted on one hand—Void Emperor, Hengyu Emperor, Western Emperor Mother. You can count them on two palms. But even those who attained the Dao, whose lifespans far surpassed ordinary men, in the end still returned to dust from dust, earth to earth."

Before a wine table, Tu Fei drank until he was somewhat drunk. "What's the use of cultivating? In the end it's nothing but a pile of yellow earth. Rather than chase becoming an immortal, I'd rather fall into the bewitching mortal world."

Before him, a group of beautiful maidens danced—true enchantresses, every one of them alluring and seductive, stealing souls and spirits.

"If you don't cultivate, do you even have the right to sit here?"

Ye Fan poured and drank by himself, his Dao heart steady.

He knew what he wanted.

"The ancient Great Emperors are hard to imagine. Princess, could you tell us some tales of the Great Emperors? Just what realm did he reach?"

A youth of the demon race asked Yan Ruyu with a smile.

Yan Ruyu nodded, her shell-like teeth gleaming, her red lips parting slightly. "After my ancestor became a Great Emperor, no one could look upon his realm. Even those closest to him could not fathom just how far his power had reached."

Everyone drew sharp breaths. Even those by his side could not gauge him—such was a great terror. The ancient Great Emperors were truly like monuments that could never be surpassed.

A young man in a golden Daoist robe named Jin Yu asked, "How powerful was the Great Emperor in his youth?"

"It was far too long ago. My ancestor departed many years ago, and many things have already grown hazy.

Yan Ruyu paused to think. "He was a heaven-gifted talent. Once he emerged, he swept through his generation without an equal, never suffering a single defeat. Later he created the Demon Emperor's Ancient Scripture, and once even wished to establish an ancient Heavenly Court for the demon race, but gave it up."

As Yan Ruyu spoke of the past, everyone listened with longing hearts.

"Our demon race's Great Emperor is gone. In the ten thousand years to come, who else can achieve the Great Emperor?"

Someone sighed.

Many gazes turned to Fang Yu, who sat at the head seat.

This peerless prodigy from the Grand Xuan Sect absolutely bore the bearing of a youthful Great Emperor. Today, among the younger generation under heaven, there seemed to be no one who could defeat him. He had already displayed an invincible air.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang—what a fearsome existence. His Holy Light Art was so strong no one could breach his defense, yet Fang Yu broke through it.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King, with the Roc's extreme speed and the killing might of one hundred and eight thousand swords, still couldn't escape Fang Yu's capture!

"I wonder how many years Fellow Daoist Fang has cultivated?"

Beside Fang Yu, the Green Jiao King asked curiously.

In all the years past, he had hardly heard Fang Yu's name, yet now a terrifying strength had been revealed. This filled him with curiosity—had this Fellow Daoist cultivated for several hundred years, or a thousand?

"I have been cultivating now for about three years."

Fang Yu spoke leisurely.

"……?"