# Chapter 1506: Divine Emperor
Everyone on Ye Fan's side was utterly stunned. This was the ancient emperor of Divine Silkworm Ridge? A stone startling the heavens, who could have imagined? One stone stirs a thousand ripples!
The ancient emperor of Divine Silkworm Ridge was absolutely a special existence. Nine transformations invincible across heaven and earth, ten transformations overlooking past and present. The years of his imperial reign could only be described as brilliant and dazzling.
His time as reigning emperor was extremely ancient and incomparably long, causing all supreme beings to despair, unable to even glimpse his heels.
He was titled Divine Emperor!
And this title—who dared use it? The ancient emperor of Divine Silkworm Ridge precisely used this as his title, sovereign over the nine heavens and ten earths.
The Divine Silkworm Daoist's eyes blazed with shocking light, his fists clenched tightly as he prepared to charge forward. Divine Silkworm Princess was also filled with astonishment; her words had already been heard by the great sages in the distance.
Even from far away, all the sages felt ice-cold throughout their bodies, their hairs standing on end. This was the Divine Emperor's coffin, actually opened before Mount Sumeru—truly earth-shattering.
"The Divine Emperor of ten transformations who transcends past and present?"
"Never imagined it would be him!"
After a brief silence came a murmur of voices. Everyone was shaken by that imperial wave, their bodies trembling. Now learning its origin made them even more terrified.
On Mount Sumeru, a group of arhats, bodhisattvas, dharma-protecting heavenly kings, and ancient buddhas were all dumbfounded, deeply shocked.
The old monk Mahakashyapa felt a headache coming on. What could be done now? It was too late to say anything; the coffin had already been opened, irreversible. Who could go forward to stop it?
Great Peacock Bright King held her demon-subduing pestle, her expression shifting uncertainly. Even someone as domineering as she was extremely wary, feeling that Mount Sumeru would likely face a great calamity.
"Father!"
Divine Silkworm Daoist called out, striding forward, wanting to enter the depths of the source art grand formation to approach the opened stone coffin and see the true face of that ancient supreme being once more.
Ye Fan was also somewhat dazed, never expecting it to be the ancient emperor of Divine Silkworm Ridge. This was clearly troublesome. Divine Silkworm Princess had come to assist, and the ancient emperor's own son was also here—it would be inappropriate to move his corpse. But the coffin was already opened, irreversible. He wanted to stop but it was too late.
"Crack!"
The forefront of the Source Heaven array shattered, unable to withstand that pressure. After the stone coffin opened, chaotic qi and imperial baleful energy surged together, destroying everything here.
There was nothing in the world more terrifying than this fluctuation.
Everyone retreated, all feeling a chill.
Ye Fan could only retreat backward. At this point, he couldn't reverse anything; he couldn't close the coffin lid.
Great Emperor-level figures—their power was unimaginable. No one in this world could be their opponent. Even after death, their physical bodies left behind could not be opposed.
A single corpse was enough to suppress an eternal, undying inheritance!
Ordinarily, it could only be sealed within a coffin, because an imperial corpse represented death and destruction. Once it fell into the mortal world, it would inevitably be a terrible disaster.
In a sense, an imperial coffin was more terrifying than anything. It was uncontrollable, equivalent to a demonic box—opening it was like opening the "source" of blood and chaos.
Ye Fan tried to activate Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable's slaughter sword, controlling the Green Copper Cauldron, hoping to pull the corpse back. After all, this was the ancestral emperor of the Divine Silkworm Ridge lineage. Using it as a weapon was somewhat inappropriate; he needed the consent of this lineage. But his attempt was completely useless now—he couldn't move it at all.
The body within the imperial coffin was too terrifying. Boundless fluctuations spread like ripples, seemingly gentle, but even the lightest one shook people until their bones were about to shatter.
Ordinarily, it was even more terrifying than an imperial weapon. Because an imperial weapon could be controlled—if one didn't reach a certain realm, it was hard to activate. It always remained in slumber, harmless to people.
Moreover, even if one could activate an imperial weapon, without reaching the ultimate realm of cultivation, one couldn't make it fully revive, because it was a Great Emperor's exclusive weapon, beyond mortal power to shake. No one could truly master it.
But a Great Emperor's corpse had unceasing fluctuations, representing the aura of death and destruction that always permeated. Only by sealing it with a coffin, isolating it from the world, could it be contained—otherwise, it would be a great disaster.
Rumble!
The opened small stone coffin slowly moved, approaching Mount Sumeru, pressing down until the eternal azure sky cracked, emitting supreme ripples, destroying all obstacles.
Divine Silkworm Daoist stopped. Even though it was his father, he couldn't approach. Alive, he was a father; dead, consciousness extinguished. Going forward would still shatter his muscles and bones.
The small coffin pressed toward Mount Sumeru, almost about to crush down upon it.
Yes, "crush" could be used to describe it. Although small, no one would underestimate it. In everyone's hearts, it was heavier than the nine heavens, capable of destroying everything.
This was an ancient emperor. The imperial wave was spreading—who could resist?
Clearly, the Buddhist power on Mount Sumeru represented holiness, while the ancient coffin represented death. Buddha light and the thick, inseparable aura of the dead clashed, the two opposing each other.
In the shocking waves, Mount Sumeru shook, as if about to collapse. The ancient coffin also trembled, mist boiling within.
Stimulated by this, both sides emitted light, no longer ordinary. Mount Sumeru's Buddha light illuminated ten directions, lighting up the entire Western Desert. The small coffin also flashed with brilliant runes, a humanoid figure manifesting within.
The imperial coffin was unfathomable, like an abyss, containing a world within. That figure was immeasurable and infinite, as if about to shatter the void and emerge.
"Boom!"
On Mount Sumeru, Buddha light shone everywhere, rising one Buddhist shadow after another, each towering and majestic, reaching into the sky.
This was a Great Emperor's formation, fully reviving, blocking the imperial coffin's approach. The array patterns were completely activated, emitting astonishing power. If a great sage entered, they would be beaten to powder in an instant.
And at this moment, the imperial coffin drifted through, undamaged, its speed unchanged, advancing unhurriedly, about to press down.
Boom!
Mount Sumeru's fluctuations grew even more intense. The entire mountain was covered with patterns, like chi dragons crawling everywhere, their trajectories complex and profound.
This was a Great Emperor's formation, truly revived, slaying gods and subduing immortals, absolutely powerful to the extreme. The small coffin was finally blocked, shaking violently.
Everyone held their breath, their hearts shaken beyond words, watching this with tension. An imperial-level conflict was about to unfold. Everyone was uneasy, yet also somewhat hopeful.
The small coffin shook, almost turning over. Chaotic qi surged within, gushing out like an ocean, sweeping across the four directions of Mount Sumeru, everywhere.
Finally, with a thunderous boom, a humanoid being was shaken out of the coffin. The moment it appeared, the four seas trembled, the five domains shuddered, heaven and earth wailed, and the great dao lay prostrate at its feet.
This was a shocking scene, one that everyone would never forget in their lives, forever branded in their hearts.
The imperial corpse appeared, wrapped in chaos, hazy and indistinct. All heroes knelt prostrate, terrified to the extreme, every inch of flesh trembling, reverent from the depths of their souls.
A complete imperial corpse—who in this world had truly seen one?
Without a doubt, this was a majestic man, standing there, incomparably grand, pressing down until the ten directions shattered. Only he existed eternally, shrouded in mist.
"Can't see clearly... what does he really look like?" a great sage said tremblingly.
"Is this the legendary peerless Divine Emperor?!"
Everyone wanted to see, but couldn't. These chaotic mists were very special, impenetrable. There was no way to glimpse his true appearance.
Among all people, Divine Silkworm Daoist's expression was the most complex—excitement, sadness, joy, grief... all intertwined. He had already confirmed that this was undoubtedly his father.
And at this moment, the seven forbidden zones of life in the Eastern Wasteland stirred. Someone was awakened, reviving from slumber.
The complete, undamaged body of the Divine Emperor had emerged. Unlike an imperial weapon, it didn't require expending cultivation to activate. Its body always emitted the most powerful fluctuations, shaking the mortal world!
"Is it him? Has he returned?"
"Divine Emperor, a formidable being worthy of awe!"
The silent Primordial Ancient Mine had sounds rising today, as if filled with endless emotion, also deep fear. Awakened by the aura of the Divine Emperor's emergence, the speaker's heart was complex.
This era was destined for brilliance. This era was destined for sorrow. This era was destined for upheaval. Ten thousand years of waiting, all concentrated on the present age, would inevitably yield a result.
The Divine Emperor emerged, his might suppressing the nine heavens!
He stood there, as if still alive, wrapped in chaotic mist, approaching Mount Sumeru, pressing down until the mountain peak blazed with light, ripples filling the sky.
"Crack!"
Some imperial patterns, limited by their materials, couldn't withstand this pressure. As he approached, they snapped, then faded away.
But precisely because of this, Mount Sumeru emitted even more powerful fluctuations. Provoked, the vast, ocean-like Buddhist power boiled upward. The entire Mount Sumeru transformed into a massive life form, the imperial formation and dharma artifacts jointly resisting the ancient emperor.
This was an ultimate confrontation. How many in the present age had seen this? True imperial-level fluctuations spread across Mount Sumeru.
If this place weren't special, the mountain would have already turned to ash!
"Clang!"
Behind, the Divine Silkworm Ridge battle armor rang out, emitting blazing immortal light, singing violently without cease.
The Divine Emperor had emerged. After the death qi and imperial baleful energy had mostly surged forth, his original aura diffused, awakening the imperial weapon that had accompanied him through a lifetime of battle and was now in slumber!
It awoke from hibernation, instantly shining across past and present, like a lost child seeing its parents, continuously humming softly, shaking violently.
Clanging sounds rang without end. The ancient emperor's battle armor disassembled, piece by piece, charging toward the Divine Emperor, continuously covering his body.
With each piece that fell, the chaotic mist was scattered. The nine-colored immortal garment trembled, its sound clear and crisp, metallic luster dazzling, brilliant as a heavenly sun falling.
The Divine Emperor donned his battle armor anew. In the past, nine transformations made him invincible, ten transformations allowed him to overlook past and present. This battle armor had accompanied him, bloodying the imperial path, tempered into a divine artifact indestructible through ten thousand kalpas.
The imperial weapon revived, fully worn on his body, becoming even more terrifying. In an instant, a tenth light surged up, tearing apart Mount Sumeru's grand formation. The Divine Emperor directly entered, as if entering an unguarded land.
When things evolved to this point, it had exceeded everyone's expectations. No one had imagined the Divine Emperor would emerge, and even more unpredictable was that he donned his life's battle armor and directly entered Mount Sumeru.
Not to mention the heroes, even great sages like Divine Silkworm Princess and the ancient imperial clan's old patriarchs all had their hairs standing on end. This was too strange and terrifying.
The Divine Emperor actually displayed such behavior, as if he still had life, shocking everyone, yet leaving them feeling utterly perplexed!