# Chapter 1390: Immortal Emperor
Ye Fan was shocked to the extreme. He transformed into a beam of light and chased after her, but in the end, he saw nothing. The Ruthless Person had become illusory, and that pitiful, lonely little girl had disappeared.
He hadn't clearly seen that face and couldn't be certain. Only those clear, limpid eyes were unforgettable, branded into his heart.
"Why did she disappear so quickly?" Ye Fan murmured, tumultuous waves surging in his heart.
He thought of many things. Those pure eyes made his heart tremble—somewhat familiar, somewhat pitiful, touching his soul. His emotions surged like rolling waves.
Unfortunately, when the Ruthless Person transformed into a three or four-year-old little girl, the ghost-face mask only slowly faded away. That tender, young face flashed by and couldn't be truly seen, shrouded by a layer of chaotic mist.
Ye Fan's emotions churned, and for a long time, he couldn't calm down. He thought of many things. Could it be that the Ruthless Person had never truly died? How astonishing would that be!
It shouldn't be possible. All signs indicated that no one in this world could achieve immortality. Immortality was too illusory, something no one could accomplish, a problem that had stumped all the most powerful Great Emperors throughout history.
Even if immortality existed, one would have to enter the Immortal Domain. In this world, it was impossible!
Ye Fan was silent, as if petrified. He stood there in a daze for a long time, gazing at the sky without speaking.
He only believed in the present. Whether the past or the next life, both were illusory to him. He had never believed in them, and they had never resided in his heart from beginning to end.
But now, he felt somewhat confused. Those big eyes brimming with tears, that pitiful little girl—why did they make him suspicious?
Ye Fan felt a bit lost. Had someone truly accomplished it? Could one reincarnate without dying in this world? This conflicted with his understanding, plunging him into contradiction.
For a long time, Ye Fan didn't move. Light rained down from his body like dots. His form seemed to be disintegrating—he was almost dissolving into the Dao!
He suddenly woke up, realizing he was on the edge of danger. He had nearly transformed into Dao principles, melting into the heavenly tribulation, becoming part of the rules and order of heaven and earth.
This was even more terrifying than experiencing ten life-and-death bloody battles. Only one step away, and he would have dissolved into the Dao, ceasing to exist from then on!
"It almost shook my resolve, made me confused... This might be the most terrifying aspect, the true meaning of this heavenly tribulation, right? Regardless of other things, believe in my own Dao and just keep walking forward."
Ye Fan muttered to himself, gradually awakening. His eyes shot out sharp rays of light, temporarily setting aside everything that had just happened.
"The most stunning Great Emperor, truly terrifying!" Ye Fan said to himself.
The Ruthless Person was stunning throughout the ages. She actually had a real voice, different from all the Great Emperors he had seen, as if she still retained her life will, imprinted in heaven and earth, rather than being controlled by the heavenly tribulation.
Ye Fan's body was shattered. The Presence Secret circulated, golden blood flowed backward, bones crackled, and after a long time, he repaired himself to his strongest state.
When he opened his eyes again, two golden beams shot out, piercing through the heavenly tribulation. The various Great Sages outside the thunder sea were all startled, their hearts sensing something, revealing expressions of shock.
In the palace, Ye Fan's expression froze. The Primordial Qi Cauldron had a seventh hole. When had this been punched? He hadn't seen the Ruthless Person pierce through this cauldron.
It was a human-shaped imprint, with graceful curves, clearly a woman. Branded on the cauldron wall, it possessed a mysterious and supreme Dao rhythm, lifelike.
Ye Fan observed it silently for a long time, then pushed open the palace door. With firm steps, he walked forward, searching for the next heavenly palace. He wanted to see it through to the end, to find out who he would encounter.
The eighth heavenly palace was extremely magnificent. A special power flowed within it, faintly discernible. It didn't seem like a single person's ancient palace, but rather like it contained all living beings and all things.
Yes, this feeling was very real. This palace wasn't cold and empty at all. It seemed as if one consciousness after another was praying and chanting sutras here.
This was very mysterious. The magnificent giant palace was vast and imposing, taller than mountains, standing here, suppressing the eternal universe.
"Who is here?" Ye Fan wondered. This palace was too extraordinary, grand and vast, making one unable to resist the urge to submit.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan pushed open the palace door. In an instant, he felt a supreme majesty, as if an Heavenly Emperor was sitting majestically above, looking down at him.
Moreover, at this moment, a clamor rushed toward him, pouring into his ears!
Coming in from outside, he was very unaccustomed to it. This was a huge contrast. This place was like another world, endless. Everywhere were living beings—roaring sounds, chanting sounds, praying sounds, all blending together, deafening. Suddenly rushing at him like this, it was shocking.
All of this was too sudden, incomprehensible.
In the magnificent heavenly palace, there were all living beings from the myriad heavens and countless domains, all kneeling on the ground, as if worshipping, extremely devout, emitting ancient sacrificial sounds.
"What is... this?" Ye Fan's gaze was sharp, sweeping over every figure.
All living beings coexisted, all filled with reverence. All races were sacrificing to a god. The scene was grand, making one feel it was beyond belief.
It was as if three thousand ancient Buddhas were chanting, or as if ten thousand demon lords were roaring, blending together, shaking people's souls, making one uncontrollably want to kneel down and kowtow in worship.
This was an extremely spectacular scene. All living beings were prostrating themselves. All races jointly revered one deity, emitting various divine sounds, rumbling and deafening.
It was as if crossing through the ancient times, coming from the prehistoric era.
Ye Fan's expression was solemn. His forehead bone split open a crack, shooting out strand after strand of crystalline immortal radiance. With a hissing sound, one illusory figure after another shattered, all turning into electric light.
He resisted that vast pressure, sweeping away the illusory figures of all races worshipping here one by one, gradually restoring the order and rules here to tranquility.
To be precise, that wasn't a real sacrificial sound, but merely strands of orderly divine chains. Although they appeared very real, they were different from the true sounds emitted by the Ruthless Person.
But this was still shocking enough. What kind of person was this, requiring all living beings to worship, devoutly believe, and kneel on the ground in reverence?
The immortal radiance shooting from Ye Fan's forehead bone grew even more blazing. He stepped forward step by step. Large swaths of living beings returned to nothingness, all because the orderly divine chains were breaking.
Later, he became somewhat alarmed, because some illusory figures were very extraordinary, extremely resembling true deities. What kind of scene was this? Even gods were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and worshipping toward the most majestic figure at the center of the heavenly palace!
Not just one, but over ten in succession, very much like true deities, devoutly kowtowing, worshipping the most majestic figure above.
Ye Fan swung his golden fist, his eyes blazing with divine light. He swept through everything, and those light shadows eventually disappeared.
These living beings had no combat power, formed from electric light and Dao principles. Otherwise, Ye Fan would have faced the supreme experts of all races, even gods—an unimaginable scene!
In the center of this heavenly palace sat a majestic supreme being, as if sitting high in the nine heavens, overlooking all realms. The universe, the eight wildernesses—only he was honored.
This was a grand bearing. A vast pressure naturally spread out, making the myriad heavens and countless domains tremble. Everything originated from this one person on the throne.
Strands of light overflowed from his body. The various scenes just now—all living beings worshipping, all races jointly revering—were reflected by these thousands upon thousands of rays of multicolored light.
It could be imagined that this had truly happened, and now it was merely a replay of history. He possessed supreme majesty, making all experts from the myriad heavens and countless domains worship him.
Who was this? To have such a grand momentum, truly swallowing up ten thousand miles, dominating the vast universe, only he was honored throughout the ages.
Ye Fan felt a tremendous pressure, as if heavenly blades were cutting his body. He locked eyes with this person, wanting to see everything about him.
This person sat unmoving, like a rock, quietly sitting there, coldly watching him. His figure was very blurry, impossible to see clearly.
"Immortal Emperor!"
Ye Fan stared at him, finally spitting out these four words. All signs indicated that it should be him!
Throughout history, who had such great authority? The Emperor Venerable should have, commanding the vast universe, with all gods jointly revering him.
But this person didn't seem like that. It shouldn't be him.
Ye Fan felt a familiarity in him, a sense of déjà vu. The Celestial Prince he had killed in the past had some shadows of this person.
Immortal Emperor was an unsurpassable myth among the ten thousand ancient races. In that era, heaven and earth only revered him alone. All races worshipped him.
In the hearts of all races, he was an existence surpassing the gods!
"Finally seen him..." Ye Fan murmured.
Over so many years, after stepping onto the path of cultivation and coming into contact with the ancient races, his ears were almost worn out. The various races' reverence for the Immortal Emperor had reached an extreme, enduring without decline, still being passed down to this day.
The Celestial Prince's physique had once been hailed as number one under heaven, surpassing everyone, incomparable. He flowed with five-colored divine blood, and one year of cultivation surpassed ordinary people's hundred years.
His supreme bloodline and invincible physique had been personally experienced by Ye Fan and the Holy Prince. Even when suppressed, he was extremely difficult to kill. If not for his insufficient Dao heart and lack of tempering, he would surely have been one of the most terrifying people of this era.
Now, Ye Fan had seen the Celestial Prince's father, the source of the truly invincible bloodline, the Immortal Emperor worshipped by all races!
Although his figure was blurry, faintly discernible, one could see that he was very similar to the Celestial Prince, but without that immaturity, without that impatience and rashness. This person was like an abyss or a mountain, quietly sitting there, making one's spirit feel on the verge of collapse.
Boom!
When Ye Fan faced him, his golden blood energy surged up, leaping like flames. His expression was resolute, his gaze brilliant. Facing this supreme expert passed down through the ages, he showed not a trace of fear.
"Boom"
The Immortal Emperor stood up. Heaven and earth trembled. Five-colored multicolored light flowed in his eyes, very real, as if he had flesh and blood! He stared at the damaged cauldron above Ye Fan's head, silently watching, then stepped forward step by step.
This was a great calamity. He merely walked forward, yet the myriad heavens and countless domains seemed to shake. The great Dao of heaven and earth rumbled.
He was swallowing the sun, moon, stars, and rivers. There was an incomparably grand aura. This truly didn't seem like a person anymore, but indeed like an existence surpassing the gods!
Ye Fan struck out, punching forward. His golden fist shattered the ancient void. No matter who it was, even if the Immortal Emperor descended, blocking his path, he would knock him off his divine altar!
Once this path was taken, there was no turning back. On both sides were ten-thousand-foot sheer cliffs. Only forward, fighting all the way, filling the abyss of the imperial path with corpses, killing one's way to the supreme peak.
With a boom, the ancient green heaven shook violently. Two fists collided together!
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Wishing all brothers and sisters a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
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(To be continued)