# Chapter 1392: Emperor Venerable
Chaos surged violently, electric arcs interweaving to form the most terrifying ocean. Within it, one magnificent heavenly palace after another stood side by side, along with many ancient towers, appearing ancient, weathered, grand, and majestic.
Ye Fan was covered in blood. Having fought until now, even with the Presence Secret, his physical condition was extremely poor. These opponents were all young great emperors—every single one a heavenly prodigy of their generation. Even facing just one of them and surviving would be considered a miracle.
Each heavenly palace was magnificent, the divine tiles on them flowing with brilliant luster, as if forged from divine gold through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements, extremely lifelike.
They didn't resemble lightning at all; it was as if he were truly strolling through the ancient Heavenly Court. Carved railings and jade steps, stairs like white marble, simple yet solid, wide streets, palaces shrouded in chaotic mist.
Ye Fan fixed his gaze on a particular palace. He didn't know who was inside; his choice was casual, following no discernible pattern. He strode forward.
This time, the feeling was very special. This palace appeared simple, but faintly there was an aura of suppressing ten thousand ages. The glazed tiles contained grandeur within their plainness, emitting a vast and majestic atmosphere.
Ye Fan frowned, feeling he might have stumbled into trouble again. Could it be someone like the Immortal Emperor from ancient times? But his foot had already stepped forward; there was no reason to retreat.
The giant gate was tall, engraved with various runes, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, as if a living great emperor was sleeping within, not allowing outsiders to disturb.
The moment Ye Fan's hand touched the gate, he suffered a violent shock. With a booming sound, it was as if the universe and heavens had collapsed, pressing down until he could barely breathe, all the bones in his body creaking.
"Who is this person?" He forcefully pushed open the dust-covered giant gate. Electric arcs burst forth, causing blood to drip from between his fingers.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound came from within the giant gate, a sound of heaven collapsing that nearly extinguished his soul. A cluster of bright flames formed from mental energy before Ye Fan's brow flickered violently.
This was a kind of grandeur, even more so an ancient feeling that shook the heart. Faintly, it seemed as if all the heavens and myriad domains were resonating. The sound of all gods paying homage came through.
A true dragon danced horizontally, an immortal phoenix spread its wings, a white tiger pounced, a qilin raised its head—they charged out from the great hall, as if descending from the Immortal Domain, shaking the heart.
Ye Fan was momentarily stunned. Why was this great hall so special? Four such powerful creatures rushed out at once, all possessing heaven-defying combat power, terrifying beyond measure, filling the entrance of the great hall.
The true dragon roared, and the nine heavens trembled. The immortal phoenix underwent nirvana, its bright feathers splitting the sky. The white tiger howled long, its roar shattering mountains and rivers. The qilin charged, causing stars to fall and the moon to sink.
These several creatures attacked together, the scene extremely shocking. These were all ancient immortal beasts, unseen in the mortal world. How had they all transformed into lightning and descended here?
Chaos energy surged violently. This place was filled with countless auspicious signs. The four spirits appeared together, emitting ten thousand zhang of auspicious light, enveloping this area, as if the Heavenly Emperor was descending to inspect his realm, with the four spirits guarding the four directions.
This was like a myth; anyone who saw it would be shocked.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan shouted. He didn't believe these were real immortal spirits; at most, they were mere imprints. Immortals did not exist in this world; no traces could be found here.
He immediately used lethal techniques, unleashing various secret arts simultaneously, fiercely battling the four spirits. The scene was terrifying and bloody.
Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light shot forth, strand after strand, thousands of auspicious rays. It could cause one's divine soul to resonate until it shattered. He entangled with the true dragon, dancing through the heavenly winds, tearing apart heaven and earth.
Five Elements Divine Light transformed into five treasured swords, arranged behind Ye Fan's back, clashing with the immortal phoenix. The sounds were crisp and resonant. Bright phoenix feathers fell, phoenix blood shocking the heavens.
Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, charging forward without hesitation. Ye Fan's golden fists collided endlessly with the white tiger. The tiger's roar reached the heavens, both sides emitting brilliant and dazzling light.
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This was a great battle. Ye Fan used every means at his disposal, fighting fiercely with these several creatures. This was the first time he had encountered and fought beings other than great emperors within the thunder sea.
What an unexpected event. Pushing open the gate of this magnificent heavenly palace, he had encountered these creatures, completely different from before. These seemed to be immortal beasts guarding the ancient towers.
In this battle, Ye Fan encountered great trouble. The heavenly palace contained more than just these four creatures. When the battle progressed to later stages, the black tortoise, the flying serpent, and the kunpeng also appeared, all charging at him, terrifying without bound.
The scene was astonishing, making one suspect they had arrived in the mythological era, seeing one type of supreme ancient beast after another, continuous battles, the wild and ancient aura rushing toward them.
At the same moment, all the ancient runes on the giant gate began to glow, transforming into streaks of phantom images. There were ancient ancestors and prehistoric creatures, all manifesting together and charging forward.
Simultaneously, heavenly soldiers and generals within the hall attacked. Even if Ye Fan were made of iron, how many nails could he withstand? In an instant, golden blood splattered as he suffered severe injuries.
He immediately knew who was on the central throne. Such great momentum, swallowing the universe—in that ancient era, it could only be him.
Emperor Venerable!
Other than him, it was hard to imagine who else could establish the ancient Heavenly Court, govern all domains, promulgate laws, and be revered by all gods.
This was a being both divine and illusory. Ye Fan charged fiercely, entering the hall. Fortunately, the countless armies only attacked for a while before retreating like a receding tide.
Otherwise, just the true dragon, immortal phoenix, white tiger, kunpeng, and others were supremely terrifying. If a heavenly prodigy were surrounded by them for long, they would eventually fall in regret.
Only Emperor Venerable could have such a grand display, revered through ten thousand ages. Otherwise, why would such ancient creatures guard him? One couldn't help but sigh—Emperor Venerable was supreme.
Ye Fan's body dripped with blood as he passed through the human wall of heavenly soldiers and generals. Behind him, the figures slowly faded until they disappeared.
Deep within the great hall, it seemed someone was seated, yet also seemed empty—a blurry expanse, the void itself twisting.
Ye Fan walked forward, leaving two golden blood trails on the ground. He did his utmost to make his mind and body empty and clear. What followed would likely be an unprecedented fierce battle. His physical condition was truly not good now, but for the sake of the Primordial Qi Cauldron, he had to persevere.
He knew very well that fighting like this was beneficial to his cauldron. Colliding with various imperial weapons, breaking and then rebuilding, recasting it anew, would make it superior to before.
He drew near, approaching the center of the hall. On the throne, it seemed a great mountain lay horizontally, pressing down until one could barely breathe.
A supreme, great, venerable, and powerful aura spread everywhere, surging toward Ye Fan, as if a supreme heavenly god was looking down upon all living beings.
Ye Fan's expression changed drastically. This person was too powerful, suppressing all heavens and myriad realms, unique and revered through the ages, making one unable to resist submitting.
Below the steps, all the gods were kowtowing, paying homage, filled with reverence. Not a single person dared to raise their head. No one could see the figure on the central throne.
Some gods radiated light, some stood in darkness, some flowed with immortal mist, some devoured light—each was incredibly divine and strange. Sacred peace and dark terror coexisted, all worshiping such a person.
The gods of all heavens and myriad domains came to pay audience, jointly revering one imperial lord. He was Emperor Venerable! His aura was even stronger than that of the Immortal Emperor!
"Heaven, earth, ghosts, and gods all worship Emperor Venerable!" Faintly, as if such words echoed, transmitted from that mythological era, surging through time to this present moment.
Ye Fan's heart sank. He prepared for the worst. Such an opponent would certainly be supremely terrifying. He might fall here, blood spilling in the imperial palace!
Among ancient great emperors, one couldn't say who was stronger or weaker, because they had never met, never engaged in imperial battles. But Emperor Venerable might be a special case.
Various signs indicated that era might have had more than one great emperor. Or perhaps several great emperors' eras were very close together, seemingly connected.
The sound of the great Dao arose. The entire hall was filled with scripture chanting. The heavenly soldiers and generals receded, transforming into runes that sank into the walls and thick dragon pillars, becoming carvings.
Moreover, the true dragon, immortal phoenix, white tiger, kunpeng, and other great immortal beasts also disappeared, returning to the thunder sea's Dao principles. Finally, the gods paying homage vanished one after another, merging into the thunder sea.
Ye Fan's gaze was unblinking, watching that twisted space-time the entire time, staring at that blurry throne. When he approached, he was shocked—it was completely empty.
Emperor Venerable was not there. He had never appeared from beginning to end!
In that twisted void, there was only a great cauldron, resting on the imperial throne. It was emitting the aura that looked down upon all heavens and myriad realms. There was no trace of Emperor Venerable.
"Empty, it's actually empty!"
Ye Fan was stunned. Bearing the immense pressure, he approached the throne, observing the ancient cauldron up close. There really was no one. Emperor Venerable had never manifested.
Had heaven and earth not carved down Emperor Venerable's Dao marks? Ye Fan wondered. This wasn't the first time. When he became a sage, he had also entered a giant palace and seen the Primordial Source Cauldron, but not Emperor Venerable.
On the throne, an ancient green cauldron floated up, swallowing sun, moon, stars, and rivers. Unique through ten thousand ages, the cauldron's walls were carved with all living beings, also depicting the scene of heaven and earth's creation, carrying a venerable aura.
Such a result surprised Ye Fan. He still hadn't fought Emperor Venerable. Had he been completely erased by heaven and earth, never able to manifest Dao marks?
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a trace of regret.
Suddenly, the green cauldron trembled, its majestic pressure shocking the heavens, charging forward.
Ye Fan urged his cauldron forward. Primordial Mother Qi descended, receiving the supreme strike. With a metallic clang, the cauldron wall was pierced, a cauldron-shaped hole appearing.
Then, the green cauldron struck again, immortal phoenixes, primitive ancestors, chaos deities, and others descending from it—containing all living beings!
With a booming sound, the entire heavenly palace collapsed. Ye Fan and the Primordial Qi Cauldron exerted force together, resisting the supreme immortal artifact of the ancient Heavenly Court.
This was a great collapse. The entire heavenly tribulation began to disintegrate, like a prehistoric catastrophe, destroying all living beings, sweeping across the entire star domain.
Outside, all the heroes were shocked. They all retreated, not daring to approach even half a step, staring at all this in terror.
"Ye Zi, are you alright?!" Pang Bo shouted.
The imperial palace shattered. Ye Fan floated in the chaotic thunder sea, lying like a corpse. The Presence Secret activated on its own, reassembling his bones and blood.
He had just been shaken into four or five pieces. But that green cauldron had also dissipated, never to appear again.
As for his cauldron, it had become a pile of fragments, completely shapeless, not resembling a weapon at all.
"I'm fine." Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. Looking around, all the heavenly palaces were slowly disappearing, hiding within the electric sea.
Without a word, he sat cross-legged within the chaotic sea, chanting immortal scriptures, beginning to recast the cauldron. He accepted the tempering of lightning, using heavenly tribulation as fire and chaos as water, smelting the cauldron's fragments.
This place immediately radiated multicolored light, immortal energy bursting forth. Various scripture chanting sounds arose. A great cauldron took shape. Various living beings appeared on the cauldron walls, as if they had life and were about to awaken.
He carved the ancient characters from within the Nine Dragons Coffin into it, causing the divine spirit within the cauldron to become crystal clear throughout, reborn from the flames, making the cauldron even more ancient and grand, possessing an aura that could suppress heaven and earth.
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