Chapter 1493: Yan Di Becomes Emperor
Continuous Flame Mountain Range, the sky was pierced, crimson law force penetrated into the rolling mountain range, and figures descended one after another onto the land surrounding the mountains.
"Senior Brother Fu Hei seems to be cultivating in the mountains. Could he have become an Emperor?" The crowd's hearts trembled secretly, but this seemed unlikely. Senior Brother Fu Hei was still a long way from Martial Emperor; it shouldn't be possible for him to step into the Imperial rank so quickly. But besides Fu Hei, which senior brother in Flame Mountain had the potential to become an Emperor?
"Could it be Senior Brother Yan Lie?" The crowd thought to themselves. Senior Brother Yan Lie's cultivation was at the peak of Venerable Martial Realm, the closest to Martial Emperor in Flame Mountain. But even if Senior Brother Yan Lie had the potential to become an Emperor, it shouldn't be this fast.
"No, Senior Brother Yan Lie is over there!" At this moment, many people spotted a figure draped in a flame-colored long robe at the edge of Flame Mountain. It was Yan Lie. Since he was still here, the one becoming an Emperor clearly couldn't be him.
"Buzz!" A terrifying wave of fluctuation spread out. A figure appeared in the void—it was the Alchemy Emperor. He stepped directly beside the law force, causing anger to flash in the eyes of the Flame Mountain crowd. Now that Flame Mountain had no Martial Emperor, the Alchemy Emperor didn't put Flame Mountain in his eyes at all, but the crowd was helpless to do anything about it.
"I wonder which fellow daoist has ascended to the Imperial throne? Please show yourself and meet me." The Alchemy Emperor spoke loudly, his voice seeming to pierce through the flames below, causing them to roll and surge. Seeing this, the Flame Mountain crowd grew even angrier. When someone was in the midst of becoming an Emperor, the Alchemy Emperor dared to disturb them—how excessive.
Naturally, there was no response from below. The Alchemy Emperor seemed about to speak again, but Lin Feng called out, "Senior Alchemy Emperor."
Turning his gaze, the Alchemy Emperor looked at Lin Feng with cold eyes and said, "What is it?"
At the banquet in Qi Kingdom, because of Xue Biyao's matter, the Alchemy Emperor and Lin Feng had a conflict. The Alchemy Emperor seemed to be in cahoots with the Eastern Emperor and the Qi Emperor—this was evident from how Xue Biyao had nearly married Qi Yan.
"Senior Alchemy Emperor, this person is in the midst of becoming an Emperor. Even if you wish to meet him, it seems you should wait a moment." Lin Feng looked directly at the Alchemy Emperor, a faint smile on his face as he spoke calmly.
A sharp cold light suddenly shot from the Alchemy Emperor's eyes, and an extremely powerful aura descended upon Lin Feng, pressing down on his body.
"A mere junior dares to question me? What status do you have?" The force of the grand momentum pressed down until sweat seeped from Lin Feng's body, causing the Flame Mountain crowd to break out in a cold sweat for him.
"How would I dare to question Senior Alchemy Emperor? But now that the Eight Wastelands are in turmoil, someone becoming an Emperor is a joyous occasion for jointly resisting the Emperor-Slaying Alliance. Senior Alchemy Emperor should wait quietly. To recklessly disturb them—if you startled the one becoming an Emperor, wouldn't that be aiding the Emperor-Slaying Alliance? Surely Senior Alchemy Emperor wouldn't do that, right?" Although suppressed by the grand momentum, Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged.
"Hmph, if someone becomes an Emperor, I am naturally happy. In a moment of excitement, I asked that question." The Alchemy Emperor said coldly, "But you, a junior, questioned me back in Qi Kingdom. I haven't settled accounts with you yet."
As his words fell, the grand momentum pressed down until Lin Feng could barely breathe.
"Heh heh, Alchemy Emperor, as a Martial Emperor, you attack my disciple. Should I settle accounts with you instead?" A faint voice came through. Another figure appeared in the void. Seeing this figure, Lin Feng revealed a relieved smile and called out, "Master!"
"Someone has stepped into the Imperial throne, and the Alchemy Emperor recklessly disturbs them without distinguishing right from wrong. As a Martial Emperor, how could you be so careless? Could it be that the Alchemy Emperor is deliberately helping the Emperor-Slaying Alliance?" Another figure descended from the sky—the Heavenly Demon Emperor appeared, releasing his aura to pressure the Alchemy Emperor.
"In a moment of excitement, one wouldn't stir up the flames below. Your excuse, Alchemy Emperor, is far too ridiculous." The voice rolled in again as the Wen Emperor arrived. Three Emperors formed a pincer formation, surrounding the Alchemy Emperor. Pressured by three Martial Emperors simultaneously, the Alchemy Emperor's face immediately turned ugly.
When the people of Sky Dome Immortal Palace saw the Alchemy Emperor being jointly pressured by three Emperors, their eyes stiffened. What was going on?
"Are you all trying to frame me with a crime? Then, with you joining forces to pressure me, could I say that you are the accomplices of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance?" The Alchemy Emperor's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept his gaze over the three.
"We are merely discussing the matter. Of course, this isn't enough to convict you, Alchemy Emperor. However, if you bully my disciple again, don't blame the two Emperors of Heavenly Terrace for leveling your Sky Dome Immortal Palace!" The Yu Emperor threatened coldly, causing everyone's hearts to tremble slightly. The Yu Emperor had become domineering as well. Those who became Emperors were never truly gentle—who among them hadn't reached their current position by stepping over bones? They wouldn't allow themselves to be bullied.
Moreover, Heavenly Terrace had two Emperors, and since Heavenly Terrace had already disbanded, a barefoot man fears no one with shoes. If truly provoked, the Heavenly Terrace Emperors could destroy your Sky Dome Immortal Palace, and you'd have nowhere to seek revenge.
"Good, very good!" The Alchemy Emperor's voice was icy cold, and faint fluctuations of aura emanated from him. Being threatened like this by the Yu Emperor, how could he not be angry?
The Yu Emperor didn't look at the Alchemy Emperor again. He stepped forward, arriving before Lin Feng and the others, and looked at Feng Xuan and Feng Ling'er: "Your master entrusted you two to me. There's no need to return to Perching Phoenix Mountain now. Stay by my side from now on."
Feng Ling'er's eyes flickered, as if she wanted to say something, but Feng Xuan spoke first: "Feng Xuan and Ling'er thank Senior Yu Emperor!"
Although both she and Feng Ling'er wanted to return to Perching Phoenix Mountain to take a look, since the Yu Emperor had spoken, they would let it go. She was well aware of their current predicament. Having the Yu Emperor willing to take care of them, she was naturally grateful and didn't want her sister to miss this opportunity.
All twelve disciples of Heavenly Terrace were prodigies. Feng Ling'er's talent and physique were definitely not inferior to many of Heavenly Terrace's disciples. If she could receive the Yu Emperor's careful training, she might become another Eight Wastelands prodigy, and in a few years, she would have the strength to protect herself.
"Don't be too sad in your hearts. Focus on cultivating quietly. Avenging your master in the future is what you should do." The Yu Emperor spoke calmly. Feng Xuan and Feng Ling'er naturally understood this reasoning.
More and more figures descended upon this Flame Mountain Range—all were powerful experts from various factions. The Qi Emperor, Heavenly Dragon Emperor, Carefree Martial Emperor, and others had all arrived. The Alchemy Emperor stood together with the Qi Emperor and the Heavenly Dragon Emperor. With one Sikong Martial Emperor gone and one Alchemy Emperor added, it was still a three-Emperor alliance.
Seeing the Yu Emperor willing to teach the two girls, Lin Feng was naturally happy. He smiled at Feng Xuan, then looked up at the hole in the sky. What was hidden in this sky? Why did law force descend from beyond the heavens?
The power of that law gradually became thinner and weaker, while deep within Flame Mountain, the rolling waves of flame surged even more terrifyingly. The crowd's hearts were excited—soon, a new Emperor would appear. No one knew who the new Emperor of the Eight Wastelands would be. This land of the Eight Wastelands Realm hadn't seen a Martial Emperor born in several hundred years.
The hole in the sky gradually healed, and the law force slowly dissipated into the horizon. Yet Flame Mountain continued to roll and surge, as if it would never stop.
At this moment, from within the vermilion flames, a trace of a heart-shaking dark color began to spread—black flames.
"Hmm?" The crowd's eyes narrowed. This wasn't the flame of a Flame Mountain expert. This new Martial Emperor shouldn't be from Flame Mountain—that much could be confirmed.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, then a smile appeared in his gaze. He seemed to already know who it was. It matched his guess. He had wondered why that bastard had disappeared for so long without a trace—turns out he was hiding in Flame Mountain, devouring flames!
"This guy has finally become an Emperor!" Lin Feng laughed inwardly. The rolling flames gradually parted, like waves being split apart. In the boundless sea of fire, a deep, dark crack appeared in the middle. A figure could be seen sitting cross-legged in that extremely deep place, with a black demon lotus beneath him!
This person wore a Daoist robe, dressed as a Daoist priest, with a somewhat immortal and transcendent bearing. This caused many to feel admiration—a cultivator who had attained the Dao had become an Emperor. It seemed only natural.
"Fu Hei is also there!" The crowd saw a charcoal-black youth beside the Daoist priest, also sitting on a small lotus flower. This scene felt especially familiar and intimate.
But when the Daoist priest opened his eyes and looked up at the void, that immortal and transcendent bearing vanished in an instant. This guy's eyes were slightly squinted, filled with cunning and slyness. There was no trace of immortal aura left—it was practically an insult to refinement.
Meanwhile, in the void, several Martial Emperors radiated extremely powerful auras, very cold, pressing down toward the rolling flames below. This scene caused many to narrow their eyes—what was going on?
The Roc Emperor, Qi Emperor, Carefree Martial Emperor, Heavenly Dragon Emperor... several Martial Emperors all exuded cold intent. Even the Wen Emperor was stunned for a moment, staring at the figure below, and angrily said, "It's that bastard!"
Hearing the Wen Emperor's cold shout, Lin Feng wiped a cold sweat from his heart and cast a silent condolence toward the guy below. This old undying bastard had tricked eight Martial Emperors back in Snow Moon Kingdom. Although some of those Martial Emperors had died, quite a few were still right here. And he had appeared in the guise of a Daoist priest!
"Which blind bastard disturbed this Emperor's ascension to the throne just now?" To everyone's disbelief, facing the pressure of all the Emperors, this Daoist priest squinted his eyes and shouted, calling himself "this Emperor" while talking about becoming an Emperor!
The Alchemy Emperor's expression narrowed. The "bastard" this guy was referring to was clearly him.
"Quite the big talk. A mere newly advanced Martial Emperor dares to call himself an Emperor?" The Alchemy Emperor said coldly.
"Bastard, do you still remember the matter of the Snow Moon seal?" The Roc Emperor's eyes turned golden, piercing through the void toward Yan Di, cold to the extreme. In Snow Moon, he had been bound by the seal, then pierced through the body by the demon melody, leaving a trace of demonic nature on him. Later, he was directly thrown out by a giant hand from the sky, utterly humiliated. All of this was thanks to this guy before him.
"Deceiving all the Emperors into making a sacrifice to open the seal—you really dared to do it!" The Qi Emperor's aura was icy cold, his eyes cold. This bastard's clan had vanished without a trace after Snow Moon, and now he had hidden in Flame Mountain to become a Martial Emperor. Damn it!
"Stinking Daoist, you've finally appeared." The Heavenly Dragon Emperor also shouted coldly.
Hearing the voices of all the Emperors, the crowd vaguely understood what this guy had done, and their hearts wiped cold sweat. So this was the legendary Emperor-tricking bastard!