Chapter 813: Dao Source Immortal Emperor

"Only you? Not enough."

Amidst the clouds, the Supreme Being silently gazed down at the aged figure standing atop the Black Tower, his expression calm.

As he spoke, the anomalies caused by the Old Man Han's appearance were instantly smoothed away by a force, and at the same time, the Boundary Stone illuminating the Southern Region lost its luster, dimmed, and was sealed by some power.

In every immortal dynasty of the Southern Region, in countless immortal cities, and even among the frontier immortal armies stationed in the wild starry void, all suddenly found the projected image vanished—replaced by a pitch-black, lifeless silence, as if a black cloth had been draped over the Boundary Stone, blocking all view.

This left everyone bewildered and uneasy, all asking questions, yet no one knew the answer.

Only a few hidden elder sages now understood—within them, sighs rose unbidden: the Supreme Being was pulling the net shut.

The things meant for the Southern Region's immortal folk to glimpse had already been shown.

What followed was no longer for immortal folk to observe or know.

When that ancient, incomplete Emperor Tower appeared, it meant one big fish had been hooked—what came next would not involve any remaining accomplices; only a larger fish would surface.

And that kind of big fish, even without the Boundary Stone's projection, would sense the Southern Region's movements.

Many elder Immortal Kings could, through their own power, sense the movements within the Heavenly Palace's domain from afar—unless the Supreme Being intervened and severed the domain.

But this Supreme Being did not. Many things cannot deceive the upper echelons; only the middle and lower tiers need deception. The upper echelons are wise—they do not speak foolishly, nor do they easily overturn the heavens.

"Ten thousand years ago, you pierced my upper realm, shattered my Emperor realm, left me with only a half-step—what use has it been all these years to station Immortal Kings to investigate, using me as bait?"

The Old Man Han's silver-and-black hair streamed wildly as he gazed levelly at the Supreme Being's figure, his eyes filled with mockery:

"Do you truly believe no one knows what you've done? Now you shamelessly use your young son as a pawn to draw us out—then so be it, as you wish."

At these words, everyone present fell into a suffocating silence. Who had ever dared to speak so boldly to a Supreme Being?

Yet the aura radiating from the aged figure had already transcended all Immortal Kings, surpassed the peak of Immortal King realm—even the Commander of the Immortal Guards was crushed under its power, unable to move a single muscle. This was the pressure of a Half-Step Emperor!

Such a being, willing to reveal himself to oppose an Emperor? This was a battle for life and death!

A mere True Immortal youth had triggered such a massive chain of reactions—truly beyond anyone's expectations, filling countless hearts with dread.

"Only you? Not enough."

The Supreme Being gave no reply, merely repeating the phrase once more.

But as those words fell, a vast, overwhelming Emperor aura erupted through the surrounding heavens and earth.

In an instant, everyone on the mountain range felt their bodies tremble violently, their eyeballs nearly crushed by the Emperor pressure, trembling with absolute terror.

All below Immortal King realm fell to their knees, feeling their livers and gallbladders quaking, on the verge of rupture!

Immortal Lords knelt, trembling; True Immortals fared worse—their faces ashen, gasping as if drowning, shuddering as if suffocating.

"Master…"

Jianxin and Mingyue's faces were pale too; they had never felt such pressure from their Master—as if he were enraged.

Yet the Supreme Being's anger was expressed with chilling calmness; only the vast, surging Emperor intent, like a tidal wave, tore through the starry sea, ready to drown all!

Beneath this boundless Emperor pressure, all previous contestants—True Immortals and Immortal Lords alike—were terrified, trembling, including the Demon Clan, the Ancient Gods, and other great clans who had once witnessed their own clan's Emperors, now trembling uncontrollably.

The Old Man Han's expression was grim, his gaze cold and sharp. He had not come here to fight this Supreme Being to the death—he lacked both the qualification and the ability. But he was willing to die, to carve a path for that youth, leading toward the Emperor Road of the future! 【48】 Just as the two forces were about to clash again, a vast, boundless power suddenly appeared in heaven and earth—ancient, primordial, weathered, and chaotic.

"Boy, do not betray time or your original heart—go!"

The Old Man Han whispered, knowing full well that beyond revealing his Dao Source Emperor Seal talent, the youth had already overcome another crucial trial: the Dao Heart.

The youth's Dao Heart was not merely an Eternal Dao Heart—it had already brushed against the shadow of the Heavenly Dao Emperor Heart.

Yet, except when facing special techniques, the Dao Heart rarely enhances combat power.

As the Old Man Han spoke, the Black Tower erupted with a force shaking heaven and earth, unleashing a torrent of black divine light that dyed the entire mountain's sky into a pitch-black night, engulfing all in endless radiance.

But this nightfall lasted only a moment before being violently torn open by a tyrannical force—like cleaving primordial chaos, giving birth to the first ray of light.

The Supreme Being raised his hand—and for the first time, he acted.

A single Emperor palm—true Emperor palm—not the Grand Emperor's Sorrowful Heaven Palm previously wielded by Emperor Ji Ming.

That legendary immortal art was merely an imitation of the Emperor palm, its power less than one ten-thousandth of the real thing; and Emperor Ji Ming's cultivation could not even bring it to its peak—its power was less than one millionth!

Now, as this Emperor palm descended, the night sky shattered like glass—and for the first time, countless beings truly understood what it meant to split heaven and earth.

In that instant the night sky shattered, the Old Man Han had already enveloped Li Hao and Ying Xiaoxiao in the Black Tower's divine light, unleashing a mysterious Emperor force to teleport them away.

But the Supreme Being saw this—and unleashed his Emperor realm, engulfing the entire Heavenly Palace.

The Old Man Han had anticipated this. His eyes sharpened instantly, his hair flared in fury; the Black Tower rotated layer upon layer like an unsheathed sword, piercing a hole through the Emperor realm!

On the Black Tower, rusted patches fell away; though merely a broken Emperor artifact, its sealed power erupted in boundless radiance, striving to carve a path.

The Old Man Han's own aura surged instantly to its peak—and seemed to keep climbing, as if briefly surpassing some absolute limit.

In the Supreme Being's calm eyes, a flicker of coldness appeared for the first time.

Just as the two forces were about to clash again, a vast, boundless power suddenly appeared in heaven and earth—ancient, primordial, weathered, and chaotic.

As if traversing from the Primordial Age, enduring countless eons, weathered yet majestic.

This power stretched between the two, blocking their auras. A cold, indifferent voice followed:

"Emperor Tian, I want the boy."

This sudden turn startled both the Supreme Being and the Old Man Han.

The Old Man Han quickly focused—and recognized the newcomer. He froze, his eyes flickering as if weighing options.

The Supreme Being's face darkened slightly as he stared at the silver-haired figure radiating Emperor aura: "Dao Source Immortal Emperor!"

Hearing this, the countless trembling figures atop the mountain all looked up in shock—but the Emperor aura enveloped them like a blazing sun, its brilliance so intense they strained their eyes until blood seeped from their corneas, yet still could not see the figure. Even many peak Immortal Lords could barely make out a blurred silhouette, towering and standing firm in the void.

Emperors cannot be seen. Emperor realms cannot be probed.

The Immortal Kings present could only barely discern a blurred form, unable to make out the face—only the flowing silver hair.

But the name the Supreme Being uttered—every soul in the Southern Region knew it.

Dao Source Immortal Emperor!

Resident of the Primordial True Realm, one of its three Emperor-level rulers!

Primordial, Chaotic, Dao Source!

These three Emperors were the very reason countless prodigies yearned for the Primordial True Realm—for they not only governed it, but also accepted disciples widely.

To join their sects meant an unimaginably swift cultivation path ahead.

"It's the Dao Source Immortal Emperor…"

The Demon Clan's Gui Lingyue and her sister were pale with horror, their ghostly qi trembling as they looked up—but could not see.

Nearby, the Ancient God Clan's Shen Wuji also snapped his head up, staring at the blazing figure, golden divine blood streaming from his eyes—still could not see.

Nearby, Emperor Lin Chen's heart jolted—he too stared at the figure, and could not see. No matter how brilliant a prodigy, cultivation level was absolute.

Amidst the gazes of countless onlookers, only one figure now lowered his head, trembling, walking toward the girl nearby.

Beneath the Black Tower's divine light, Li Hao was unaffected by the Emperor power—he no longer cared for anything outside. As a mere ant, even watching changed nothing.

Moreover, the figure before him was already on the verge of vanishing.

"Will you interfere?"

The Supreme Being stared at the Emperor Lord—silver-haired, yet with the face of a peerlessly beautiful youth.

"Your goal has been achieved. The boy is useless to you. The Ancient Demons invade; my True Realm is in peril. Do you truly intend to destroy an Emperor?"

The Dao Source Immortal Emperor gazed calmly at him—and when he spoke those final words, his eyes flashed with sharpness.

Hearing this, the Supreme Being fell silent, then said: "I will aid him to become an Emperor—but he will be an Emperor of my Heavenly Palace."

Both were Emperor Lords. Other words were meaningless. Concealment was pointless. His methods were obvious—everyone could see through them, let alone Emperors.

"Have you ever seen an Emperor become a slave? If he can be restrained by your Heavenly Palace, he cannot become an Emperor."

The Dao Source Immortal Emperor spoke coldly.

The Supreme Being remained silent, his gaze fixed on the other.

Sometimes, no words were needed—both understood each other's meaning.

The Dao Source Immortal Emperor fell briefly silent, then said: "I can make him promise that, when he becomes an Emperor Lord, he will not oppose your Heavenly Palace. He will accept one challenge of your choosing. If he loses, past grudges are erased. If he wins, you bear the consequences yourself."

The Supreme Being fell silent.

He knew: forcing the Dao Source Immortal Emperor to bind the boy against revenge was unrealistic. Even the Dao Source Immortal Emperor could not absolutely control an Emperor.

But a challenge of his choosing? That handed the initiative to him. If he chose his own ground and still lost, it meant all other restrictions were useless against the boy. This was already the greatest concession.

"One Emperor artifact. You may take him."

The Supreme Being said.

The Dao Source Immortal Emperor glanced at him, then raised his hand. In his palm appeared an Emperor aura—a black arrow, forged like bronze, stained with greenish patina and splattered with black blood.

The black blood radiated terrifying energy, twisted and monstrous.

"Only this broken arrow."

The Dao Source Immortal Emperor casually pushed it forward, speaking indifferently.

The Supreme Being's eyes narrowed. This arrow had once been famed—but after the Ancient Demon battle, it had been damaged, now reduced to this state.

He stared at the black blood on it. If removed, its original power might be restored.

For this arrow had once borne a name that made countless hearts shatter in terror.

The Emperor-Slaying Arrow!

"One is not enough."

The Supreme Being said.

The Dao Source Immortal Emperor's eyes flickered with coldness. "Enough. Had I not considered your years guarding the Southern Region, I would have taken the boy today—and who would dare stop me?"

The Supreme Being's face darkened, but he said nothing.

Their exchange occurred entirely within the Emperor realm—no one else could hear.

After a brief silence, the Supreme Being retracted his aura—signaling his retreat.

Dao Source Immortal Emperor… named after Dao Source—his power was unimaginable.

Know that Immortal Emperors are those who forge an era and open the Emperor Path.

Some forge the Ultimate Realm's Heavenly Veins, some forge the Ultimate Transformation into Immortals, some forge the Final Realm's Eternal Dao Domain.

And Dao Source Immortal Emperor… was the Emperor who once forged the Dao Source Immortal Seal!

Merging the Nine Seals, the Great Dao becomes one—this is the treasure left by the Dao Source Immortal Seal to the Immortals and Gods of the True Realm, carving out this ultimate path for humanity!

As the Supreme's aura receded, Old Han's tense expression gradually eased, and he glanced at Dao Source Immortal Emperor, giving a slight nod.

Dao Source Immortal Emperor's expression remained calm as he turned to look at the boy within the black tower's divine radiance.

At this moment, Li Hao sensed nothing of the outside world; the Emperor realm's barrier blocked all perception—he had no choice but to be friend or foe, pawn or player.

The only choice he still had was to accompany Ying Xiaoxiao to the very end.

Accompany… two simple words, yet the most precious and rarest thing in the world.

When children wish to care for their parents, the parents are no longer there; the living mourn the dead, separated by yin and yang—only companionship endures.

"You're too foolish."

Li Hao trembled, standing before Ying Xiaoxiao's crumbling face; the girl's body had vanished, leaving only a final glimmer of light.

Hearing Li Hao's words, Ying Xiaoxiao's despairing eyes softened.

Yet sorrow still lingered in their depths.

As the Supreme's Emperor realm pressure receded, Dao Source Immortal Emperor's aura emerged—Li Hao could not perceive the Emperor realm, but she could.

In her eyes appeared a smile of release, relieved and joyful.

She finally understood why, in the future, she had seen this boy shining with radiant light.

This was the turning point.

Not herself, nor the Wenxin Emperor Tower—but Dao Source Immortal Emperor's intervention.

This meant the boy before her would ultimately enter the Primordial True Realm to cultivate, and from then on, soar beyond measure!

She felt joy and happiness for Li Hao, even as she herself was about to vanish.

"Don't be sad… I won't die…"

Ying Xiaoxiao's thought was gentle and faint, like a slender white hand brushing against Li Hao's body: "Do you remember what I said before? In the distant future, I will always watch over you, accompany you."

"As long as the River of Time does not dry up, I will not die…"

(End of Chapter)