Chapter 632: I! Luo Fu! Will Become the True Protagonist! Most

For the Ancient Emperor Qilin, the most critical matter now was not figuring out what had happened to Luo Fu, but first clearing his own name of the false blame.

No matter what, the disappearance of Luo Fu must not lead the Supreme Beings of the Life Wastes to believe he was the culprit.

As a Supreme Being of the Life Wastes himself, the Ancient Emperor Qilin knew better than anyone how far these creatures would go to survive, to become immortals.

Without exaggeration, if a true chance to become immortal appeared now, not a single Supreme Being in the Life Wastes would hesitate to pay any price for it.

Even if it meant destroying every living being across the entire planet—or even the entire star system.

To survive, these Supreme Beings of the Life Wastes—even including the Ancient Emperor Qilin himself—had long abandoned all moral boundaries; all they now clung to was an obsession, one that had twisted into a demonic fixation on survival and immortality.

Before these two goals, the Supreme Beings of the Life Wastes would do any mad, monstrous thing.

Yet these Supreme Beings, though obsessed with immortality and survival, must not be mistaken for fools.

In the future, Ye Hei could indeed use a fake immortal path to trap and kill many Supreme Beings—but this had one prerequisite: the immortal path Ye Hei tricked them with was, in essence, a genuine path to the Immortal Realm, but the Immortal Realm itself had become corrupted, rendering the path impassable.

Yet when that immortal path opened, the astonishing celestial phenomena it produced were no illusion.

That was why Ye Hei’s trap using the immortal path could kill so many Supreme Beings—not because they had lost their minds and would believe any lie or fraud just to become immortal.

Many Supreme Beings truly believed Luo Fu was an immortal—or at least held clues to one.

But that did not mean they would believe anything the Ancient Emperor Qilin said now.

After all, in the eyes of these Supreme Beings, the true culprit behind Luo Fu’s sudden disappearance was none other than the Ancient Emperor Qilin.

“If he really were an immortal, would Itachi be so kind as to tell us?” Wan Longhuang sneered.

Though they both dwelled in the Primordial Ancient Mine, and had been neighbors for countless years,

Wan Longhuang clearly trusted the Ancient Emperor Qilin not at all.

The Ancient Emperor Qilin knew this might be the most severe trial he would face before the immortal path opened.

If he failed to dispel these Supreme Beings’ suspicions, even within the Life Waste of the Primordial Ancient Mine, he would face attacks from countless Supreme Beings—and some who had fully descended into demonic madness for survival and immortality might even willingly spark a Dark Chaos early, just to kill him and extract clues he didn’t even possess.

Thoughts raced through his mind; the Ancient Emperor Qilin spoke gravely: “If he truly were an immortal, do Itachi think I, who have not reached the peak of my power, could possibly defeat him?”

“Then where is he now?” Wan Longhuang pressed relentlessly.

Both the Ancient Emperor Qilin and Wan Longhuang knew well: though they now seemed locked in bitter enmity, the root of their conflict was none other than Luo Fu—the suspected immortal—who represented an unprecedented temptation to these Supreme Beings, trapped within their Life Wastes.

Indeed, the mere existence of Luo Fu was even more alluring to them than a true immortal path.

The reason was simple: even if an immortal path appeared, nine out of ten of these Supreme Beings could never survive its trials.

Long ago, successive Dao-attaining Emperors who dreamed of entering the Immortal Realm had, through countless failed attempts, arrived at an answer nearly identical to the truth.

The immortal path appears only at the correct time, in the correct location.

But whether a correct person was also required—that remained unknown.

In fact, all of this was merely an uncertain conclusion drawn by Dao-attaining Emperors after eliminating countless wrong answers at the cost of their own lives.

Yet unquestionably, this uncertain answer was perhaps the closest to the truth.

That meant that among the many Supreme Beings in the Life Wastes, perhaps only two or three might ever pass through the immortal path.

As beings who had severed their own connection to the Heavenly Heart Seal, none of these Supreme Beings had confidence or certainty that they alone would be the one to succeed.

Yet then, suddenly, Luo Fu appeared.

His allure to the Supreme Beings had already far surpassed that of the immortal path itself.

In the hearts of these Supreme Beings, Luo Fu’s very existence symbolized an immortal path.

Now, the entire conflict between the Ancient Emperor Qilin and the Supreme Beings centered on their differing views of the immortal path.

If he could not make them abandon their suspicions of him, even if Luo Fu reappeared now, the Ancient Emperor Qilin would still be targeted by the other Supreme Beings.

He clearly understood the nature of the false blame he now carried—it was utterly hopeless.

This was the true predicament the Ancient Emperor Qilin faced now.

Unfortunately, his current situation was like being trapped on a web of suspicion—with no way to escape.

Luo Fu had no idea that his earlier actions, though seemingly drawing the ire of a Supreme Being like the Ancient Emperor Qilin, would also force the Ancient Emperor Qilin to pay a heavy price.

After Luo Fu had retreated into his Divine Might World,

Wan Li away, Ye Hei had just escaped the spatial ripples caused by the array patterns when he sensed the residual power of an Emperor Weapon.

“That… that…” Ye Hei’s eyes snapped wide, his gaze filled with horror as he stared toward the direction of the Emperor Weapon’s eruption.

“Wang, how is this possible?” Even Hei Huang’s barking voice had changed pitch, laced with disbelief: “An Emperor Weapon? How could it be an Emperor Weapon?”

“What’s going on?” Once Ye Hei identified the direction of the Emperor Weapon’s eruption—the very direction where he and Hei Huang had parted from Luo Fu, and where Luo Fu had last been—he grew frantic.

After a moment of silence, Hei Huang said: “That’s an Emperor Weapon. Only a Dao-attaining Emperor can forge one.”

“Itachi… Itachi mean there’s a Dao-attaining Emperor… attacking Old Luo?” Ye Hei’s face turned pale.

Ye Hei was no longer a novice in the cultivation world; he knew that while the existence of immortals was but a legend in this universe, Dao-attaining Emperors were unquestionably divine beings—like gods.

Not just to mortals, but even to cultivators of the Concealing Heaven System, Dao-attaining Emperors remained sacred entities whose power utterly crushed all other life forms.

In Ye Hei’s mind, this era was a low point in cultivation.

Emperors had long since become legends of the distant past.

Though the Emperor Weapons left behind by fallen Emperors were still preserved by many clans and sects,

how could an Emperor Weapon forged by an Emperor be wielded casually?

Even if one spent immense resources to revive it, one could never truly manifest the Emperor’s full power.

An Emperor was a myth. An Emperor was the pinnacle.

Even knowing Luo Fu walked a path different from the Concealing Heaven System, Ye Hei still did not believe Luo Fu could stand against an Emperor.

In an era where Emperors were impossible, yet one had suddenly appeared, Ye Hei immediately suspected that the hidden ancient monsters Luo Fu had mentioned had struck.

Ever since learning from Luo Fu that this universe harbored countless hidden ancient monsters—and that the Life Wastes themselves were formed by Dao-attaining Emperors who had severed their Heavenly Heart Seals to survive—

Ye Hei’s perception of this world had been utterly transformed.

Yet no matter what, he had never imagined Luo Fu would draw out those hidden ancient monsters so quickly.

Though Hei Huang often boasted of “this imperial dog,” as a former hound who had followed Wushui Emperor, he knew better than anyone how terrifying a Dao-attaining Emperor truly was.

Titles like Ancient Emperor, Supreme Being, Heavenly Zun , and Emperor—exclusive to Dao-attaining beings—represented a chasmic gap compared to Concealing Heaven cultivators before attaining Dao.

Though Luo Fu’s earlier explanations had revealed to Hei Huang just how unfathomable this universe truly was,

just as Ye Hei had not expected it, Hei Huang had not imagined the hidden ancient monsters Luo Fu spoke of would leap out so impatiently.

“Wang.” Hei Huang barked, his voice weary: “It’s probably him. I hope Old Luo survives. If only he’d told us the whereabouts of the Emperor earlier—we could’ve contacted him for help. Now… we can only leave him to fend for himself.”

In Hei Huang’s mind, the title “Emperor” belonged exclusively to Wushui Emperor.

Ye Hei’s expression was grim. Though his heart screamed to rush to Luo Fu’s aid, he knew that going now would not help—he would only become Luo Fu’s burden.

Worse, his actions might even doom Luo Fu.

This was a universe where the Concealing Heaven System allowed all life forms to ascend to godlike power, wielding unimaginable strength—but this world had no protagonist.

Or rather, the one who survived was the protagonist.

Those who shouted of friendship, bonds, and charging headfirst into danger would only become a joke.

Ye Hei had witnessed the cruelty of this world countless times.

He took a deep breath, gazed deeply at the direction where the Emperor Weapon’s residual power had faded, and said: “Hei Huang, let’s go.”

“Wang wang, calm down! Where are Itachi going?” Hei Huang was startled—he thought Ye Hei intended to return and face the Emperor Weapon wielder, the suspected Emperor, alongside Luo Fu.

But soon he realized Ye Hei was moving in the opposite direction.

Ye Hei gave a bitter smile: “Itachi don’t think I’m stupid enough to go back and fight alongside Old Luo now, do Itachi?”

He paused slightly, then said: “This world is harsh. Friendship and bonds won’t make the weak strong. I’m truly worried about Old Luo—but I know my current strength can’t help him. I’d only be a burden.”

Hei Huang stared wide-eyed: “Then… Itachi can’t just…”

“Itachi’re going to say I’m disloyal?” Ye Hei looked at Hei Huang with exasperation: “The only thing I can do now is trust Old Luo—and improve my own strength as fast as possible. This time it’s Old Luo. Next time, it could be Itachi or me. Without strength, everything is futile. But with strength, whether to avenge Old Luo or fight beside him later, at least… at least we won’t be as powerless as we are now.”

Stimulated by Luo Fu, Ye Hei now craved strength more than ever before.

The modified Six Treasury Immortal Thief technique, which he learned from Luo Fu and focused solely on the six fu organs separate from the five zang, was perfectly suited to Ye Hei’s Ancient Desolate Saint Body, which required vast resources to grow rapidly.

Since the end of the Ancient Desolate Era, the Ancient Desolate Saint Body had been gradually abandoned—not because it was weak.

On the contrary, even in this post-Ancient Desolate Era, no one denied its power.

Remember: the Ancient Desolate Saint Body left a deep imprint on the entire universe’s history.

That era was the stage of nine generations of perfected Saint Bodies.

The real reason everyone abandoned cultivating the Ancient Desolate Saint Body was its terrifying resource demands.

Even in this post-Ancient Desolate Era, some still tried to cultivate it—but the monstrous resources required, combined with changes brought by the shifting Heavenly Dao, had completely buried its glory.

Though its peerless strength at the same realm was tempting, a Saint Body that could not grow could never showcase its greatest advantage.

But for Ye Hei, it was different.

What Ye Hei lacked most was precisely resources. For Concealing Heaven cultivators, resources were the greatest limitation. Even Ye Hei himself would not have soared until he obtained the Source Heaven Book and became a Source Heaven Master, allowing him to find sources himself and achieve self-sufficiency.

The modified Six Treasury Immortal Thief technique Luo Fu taught him was an even greater boon for Ye Hei than the Source Heaven Book—almost like a glitch.

The Ancient Desolate Saint Body needed enormous resources—tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of jin of source, or even divine source. With the modified Six Treasury Immortal Thief, even ordinary plants, stones, and earth could become his cultivation fuel.

This was far superior to source.

Even with the Source Heaven Book and becoming a Source Heaven Master, acquiring source still required great effort. But with the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, he could cultivate anywhere.

The greatest limitation of the Ancient Desolate Saint Body had, for Ye Hei, effectively vanished.

(End of Chapter)