# Chapter 1789: Unprecedented
This was an era of ultimate brilliance, an unprecedented golden age. There were truly too many outstanding talents, the accumulation of ten thousand ages bursting forth in this generation, a splendor so breathtaking it left people in awe.
In this age, one bloodline after another appeared, one genius after another rose. In any other era, each would have caused a great upheaval.
But in this generation, with so many brilliant stars shining, people had seen too much. Even children of the Forbidden Zones had been killed one after another, even ancient emperor's sons and daughters could hardly escape disaster. People had become numb.
"Fortunate to be born in this generation, witnessing ultimate glory. Even the current Great Emperor was defeated. Living through such an age fills one with excitement."
"Unfortunate to be born in this generation, encountering too many prodigies. Even someone as strong as I has become ordinary. What kind of sorrow is this? In another era, I would be invincible under heaven!"
These were two kinds of sighs, representing two completely different types of people, saying everything that needed to be said.
Time passed swiftly. Several hundred years had already gone by. Ye Fan was now two thousand seven hundred years old. In his long life, this counted for little; this period of time was not long. Yet in the mortal world, many generations had come and gone.
During these years, many things had happened.
In the past, Ye Fan's single word "Immortal" had stirred the hearts of many. Eventually, some supreme beings could no longer restrain themselves. Trusting in their own great strength, they imitated him and entered the Ancient Forbidden Land, seeking an audience with the Female Emperor. But they received no response. When they took the initiative to leap into the abyss, forcing a visit, a crystalline jade palm slapped out, turning that supreme being into a mist of blood.
"A Quasi-Emperor at the ninth heaven level, yet so vulnerable to a single blow."
The world was shaken. Afterward, even those stronger than him dared not come seeking an audience. The Ancient Forbidden Land returned to tranquility, undisturbed by anyone.
People knew that in this world, there was only one Ye Fan, unique and irreplaceable. Not everyone could have an audience with the Ruthless Great Emperor.
"..."
A great roar echoed from the depths of the cosmos. A white-haired old man charged furiously toward the heavens. In the process, he continuously transformed—from old age to middle age, then to youth.
His five secret realms all blazed with light. In each secret realm, a miniature version of himself sat cross-legged, eyes wide open, beams of light shooting into the sky.
He was the Old Madman, attempting to forcibly attain the Dao!
Boundless lightning tribulation crashed down. A brilliant sea of thunder engulfed him. This was a vast heavenly tribulation. He had little time left—refining his spirit, refining his soul, refining his Dao, accumulating his final essence blood to make the ultimate gamble.
If he succeeded in becoming emperor, his lifespan in this life would be ten to twenty thousand years. If he failed, he would most likely turn to dust, leaving nothing behind.
"Master, can Grandpa Crazy succeed?" Yang Xi asked.
Ye Fan was silent. When someone had already become emperor first, it was very difficult for those of the same generation to cross over. That curse had never been broken since ancient times.
The Monkey, Shan Huang, Dragon Horse, Pang Bo, Black Emperor, and many others had come, watching quietly.
Countless great tribulations flashed by. In the end, the sky collapsed. Ten thousand Daos pressed down together, roaring as they slaughtered toward the Old Madman. One Dao suppressed, ten thousand Daos harmonized—this was fundamentally irreversible.
Ye Fan's expression changed. In this generation, many had attempted to defy heaven and become emperor, but none had experienced backlash as severe as the Old Madman's. It was because he had cast aside everything—if he didn't attain the Dao, he would turn to ashes. It was too fierce and violent.
Boom!
Ye Fan made his move, placing himself at the center. He used supreme secret methods to evolve, taking the tribulation in place of the Old Madman. This was a forbidden secret art, drawing all the thunderous light toward himself.
This was extremely dangerous. It would be even more terrifying than the original tribulation!
Ye Fan bore it all, enduring this unimaginable backlash in place of the Old Madman. Even someone as powerful as him had blood seeping from the corners of his mouth—it was horrifying in the extreme.
Ye Fan could only do this because the Old Madman was truly too old. It was not like before, when his blood energy was still abundant, when he roamed the world with domineering aura covering the heavens.
Now, the Old Madman was truly aged, already over a thousand years old.
"Since I cannot die on the battlefield, let me fall on the imperial path. This counts as the best destination," the Old Madman said.
How could Ye Fan agree? Gai Jiuyou had left, the White-Robed Divine King had left. In the past, he had been powerless. But now that he dominated the world, he would never watch an old man pass away like this.
Amid the rumbling sounds, Ye Fan suffered the suppression of ten thousand Daos, coughing up blood in great mouthfuls. But... he forcefully blocked it, enduring through it!
After this tribulation, Ye Fan felt that time was becoming increasingly insufficient. The people around him had little lifespan left.
And this heavenly punishment also shook the universe greatly. Many outstanding talents coexisting in this generation were all striving to walk their own paths, all deeply affected.
"Someone is challenging Master again? This time, I'll go!" Ye Tong said.
Over these several hundred years, people had come one after another. Some were true supreme experts, while others were not particularly outstanding. The weakest in cultivation had just become a Saint King. But Ye Fan only accepted the challenge from that one person, leaving the others to his disciples.
The reason was simple—he valued talent. That person was quite good. Ye Fan pressed down with one hand, felt his will and Dao, restrained his aura, smiled, and flicked him away, bestowing upon him a passage of scripture.
Before long, Ye Tong walked in with a strange expression. "Master, you'll have to face this one yourself."
Dao Yi had come, challenging Ye Fan. This person had shown kindness to Ye Fan. During the era of the Dark Calamity, he had lent Ye Fan the Dao Yan Divine Garment to protect his life, and the imperial armor had ultimately shattered.
Over so many years, Ye Fan had been searching for the fragments of that imperial garment, hoping to repair it and return it to Dao Yi. Unfortunately, he had failed.
He stood up and walked outside, revealing a bitter smile. Why did it have to be this person? When pacifying the chaos of the Forbidden Zones, Dao Yi had also helped him.
Speaking of which, over these several hundred years, the Golden Crow Great Emperor had faced even more challenges, more frequently than Ye Fan. Batch after batch of experts had gone to provoke him, engaging in great battles.
If not for Ye Fan's restraint, Yang Xi would have run off to join the excitement.
It could be said that the Golden Crow Great Emperor was endlessly troubled. For so many years, the Fire Mulberry Star had not been peaceful. Perhaps it was only because Ye Fan had once defeated him, setting an example for others.
"Brother Ye, no need to be troubled. I've come purely for sparring. You should strike as you would; there's nothing to hold back about," Dao Yi said with a smile.
"Good!" Ye Fan nodded. He knew that when one's cultivation reached this level, it was very difficult to advance further. Some hoped to gain something from supreme battles.
In the Mythical Battlefield, a great confrontation unfolded.
Aura surged, the eight extremes trembled. Dao Yi had achieved enlightenment in an alternative way—truly succeeded. This surprised even Ye Fan, forcing him to take it seriously.
This battle had a tremendous impact. Experts from all regions rushed over.
Flames lit up the sky, divine principles covered the world, the universe trembled, heaven and earth shook violently.
This battle was extremely fierce, dazzling all who watched.
In the end, Dao Yi was defeated. Ye Fan stopped at the right moment, using his own essence blood to heal Dao Yi's Dao wounds, and even evolved a portion of his Dao principles to help Dao Yi comprehend the Dharma.
"I have ultimately lost," Dao Yi sighed.
"You lost to the shackles of this heaven and earth," Ye Fan said.
"But you were not restricted," Dao Yi said.
"Wait a while. I invite Brother Dao Yi to attempt defying heaven together," Ye Fan said.
This battle had a great impact, lifting the curtain on a series of battles. Afterward, many people began coming to challenge Ye Fan, wanting to fight him.
The Golden Crow Great Emperor finally breathed a long sigh of relief, unsure whether to feel fortunate or sorrowful.
A hundred years later, within the Immortal Mountain, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes. His aura was even stronger. He had thought of something that shocked everyone.
"Master, are you... saying we should undergo tribulation and become emperor together? You want to break the shackles of heaven and earth for us?"
"Correct!" Ye Fan nodded, his expression serious. This was the result of his deductions over many years. He had reached a critical point. He wanted to defy heaven, shatter the suppression of ten thousand Daos, and then lead several people to undergo tribulation together.
At this moment, Ye Fan used his divine thought to tear through the universe, summoning Dao Yi and the Monkey. He also sent people to invite the Old Madman and the Human Demon.
The two old men had insufficient blood energy and should have been nearing their end. Ye Fan had forcefully used his own essence blood to baptize them, so they still survived, though most of their time was spent in seclusion.
No one had expected Ye Fan to be so crazy, so bold. It was simply beyond belief.
"This is too dangerous, Master. You undergoing tribulation and becoming emperor alone would be no problem. But if you do this for us, it will most likely cause major problems."
Little Pine and Ye Tong deduced together, reaching the conclusion that it would be extremely dangerous. At the slightest misstep, Ye Fan would face complete annihilation of body and soul.
"Don't worry. You won't be harmed, and I have my own methods of self-preservation," Ye Fan said.
Time was urgent. This was the first assault on the path to longevity, the first step. Ye Fan hoped to succeed.
Dao Yi came. The Monkey came. Jiang Tingting came. The Human Demon came. The Old Madman came. Upon learning of Ye Fan's plan, they were all shocked.
"Time is short. Let us begin!" Ye Fan said.
In the sky, thunderous light was endless, about to strike down.
"Good! Then let us gamble, creating an unprecedented myth!"
In the end, everyone agreed. How many chances did one have in life to gamble? Several emperors coexisting, emerging together—if successful, it would create a miracle never seen since ancient times.
"The path to longevity begins with this first step!" Ye Fan said silently in his heart.
Then, they vanished from the Heavenly Court. A group of people charged toward the cosmic border wasteland, where they would begin an unprecedented great tribulation!