Chapter 1808: I Am the Heavenly Emperor
“The Heavenly Emperor is indeed domineering. Do you think you are the sole sovereign of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and that we should immediately kowtow and submit to you?” Source God sneered coldly.
Years had passed, and Ye Fan had long since grown old and decrepit. White hair draped over his shoulders, and the marks of time were etched onto his face. His blood and qi had declined, truly no longer what they once were.
Under these circumstances, the others naturally refused to yield. Seeing Ye Fan still adopting such an overbearing posture, they all laughed coldly.
“Over fifty thousand years—a long span of time. I wonder if the Heavenly Emperor can still lift his own cauldron?” Source Ghost was even more direct, his face full of cruelty and ruthlessness.
Ye Fan stared at him coldly, saying nothing. A warrior needed no reprimands to be invincible. He had dominated the world for fifty thousand years, reigning supreme over the mortal realm—who could contend with him? At this point, he only needed to slaughter.
That gaze made even Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors tremble. When Source Ghost was swept by his look, a chill rose from his heart, sending a shiver of terror through him.
“What do you have left to fight us with? A tiger’s form without its might! After today, there will be no Heavenly Emperor in this world—only a pile of bloodstained broken bones!” said one from the Primordial Ancient Mine.
His entire body blazed with golden light, illuminating billions of miles, dazzling as if forged from gold. Rosy rays pierced the sun and moon, majestic and powerful, flowing with a rumbling golden blood aura.
Ye Fan stared at him and said, “I heard that before his death, the Golden Ancient Emperor created the forbidden secret art of the Golden Divine Treasury, carrying the insights of life and death. But now it seems the rumors were wrong—you still linger in this world.”
This was actually the Golden Ancient Emperor. His weapon, the Golden Mace, hung suspended above one of the gate formations of the ancient and modern first slaughter formation, radiating dazzling immortal light, terrifying to the extreme.
Not far away, the Golden Mace trembled, its killing aura shocking the world. A fierce divine light surged up, its chill penetrating past and present, pointing toward Ye Fan, declaring its murderous intent through action.
Ye Fan smiled, but it was cold. “I killed your daughter.”
The Golden Heavenly Maiden had been slain over fifty thousand years ago. Now, bringing up old matters, Ye Fan was calm and unruffled, simply staring at the Ancient Emperor before him.
The Golden Ancient Emperor’s brow twitched, then he regained his composure. “Just a daughter. The mortal world is but a myriad of phenomena; the universe is vast and boundless. For cultivators like us, a single sleep spans a million years. Even heaven and earth are merely a small chess game. What do familial bonds and bloodlines matter?”
“I hope you truly have that kind of resolve,” Ye Fan said coldly.
At that moment, the Netherworld Divine Artifact shone, the universe trembled, and rolling dawn light surged like water. Billions of auspicious rays rose up. It was a treasure wheel, pitch-black and crystalline.
This was once the supreme Dharma artifact of the Netherworld Emperor, but now it had become sentient, breaking free of control and becoming its own master.
Beneath it, the humanoid creature was wreathed in chaotic light. This was the culmination of generations of effort from the Underworld. They had delved into the art of longevity, collected the true blood of all living beings, and created this monster. Its innate strength defied heaven, and now, fused with an immortal artifact, it had become unfathomable.
“Heavenly Emperor, I truly wonder how you can still defy heaven. Will you still use tricks as in the past to trap and kill us?” The humanoid creature looked down arrogantly, its aura powerful, sneering coldly. “I know you have heaven-defying talent. Perhaps you can live a third life, but that can only happen when you are on the verge of passing away, undergoing nirvana. Right now, you haven’t reached that step.”
Their appearance was carefully timed, calculated to coincide with the Heavenly Emperor’s true twilight years—no deception. The Ancient Emperors had prepared for years, seeking to avoid Ye Fan using various deadly schemes against them.
Revenge was secondary. Seizing the Heavenly Emperor’s imprint and collecting the essence blood of a living Heavenly Emperor was the true goal!
In fact, what he said was true. Ye Fan’s blood and qi were withered. At this point, he was indeed a hero in his twilight years, his physical strength and spirit far inferior to before.
“In the past, I was still a minor cultivator, struggling and scheming just to survive, setting up various traps to deal with powerful enemies,” Ye Fan said softly, as if with some emotion.
Then, his gaze suddenly blazed. “But now, do I still need to set traps? To deal with you, there’s no need for schemes. That is the petty path. Because I am the Heavenly Emperor!”
His voice shattered the world, filled with unparalleled dominance. The great universe rumbled in resonance, spreading to every domain. Countless cultivators trembled upon hearing it, their blood and qi resonating in unison.
One sentence—I am the Heavenly Emperor—was enough!
This was Ye Fan’s confidence. He stood proudly, looking down upon the world. Though his hair was already white as snow, he was like a heavenly god, overlooking the vast earth, his bearing unmatched.
This battle could not be stopped by anyone. It erupted then and there!
“Chi! Chi!”
Thousands of killing lights shot out. The chaotic sword energy from the four artifacts spread like molten silver, covering everything, peerlessly sharp and terrifying.
Ye Fan struck within the formation. With one punch, heaven and earth split in four directions. Even the Numinous Treasure Formation Diagram shook, and the four Ancient Emperor Artifacts rumbled violently.
With a great crash, the hearts of all races in the universe trembled. The Underworld’s Netherworld Divine Artifact moved, emitting billions of rays of light that blanketed the sky. It came beside the formation diagram, reinforcing the Dao runes. A sound of chanting arose, as if all living beings from several eras were weeping and praying, chilling the soul.
With a hum, a cauldron rose above Ye Fan’s head. It was ancient and mottled, but from its mouth surged auspicious energy, immortal light flooding the heavens. Chaos was like an ocean, all surging upward.
At that moment, dense runes appeared, like a heavenly scripture—complex and profound. These were the formation patterns Ye Fan had inscribed in the cauldron, equally earth-shattering.
With a thunderous roar, it smashed through the encirclement of the four Ancient Emperor Artifacts, rising against the heavens to strike the formation diagram. Simple, direct, and utterly domineering.
This cauldron could both attack and defend, integrating offense and defense. Now called the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron, it bore the Dao marks personally carved by Ye Fan, its offensive power unmatched in the world.
“Dong!”
The Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable’s slaughter formation diagram shook, suffering an impact. It was about to shift from its original position, shocking the four Ancient Emperors outside. What kind of combat power was this?
Legend had it that once this ancient and modern first slaughter formation was activated, as long as a Imperial-ranked cultivator presided over it, even a Great Emperor trapped within would be slain over time.
But now, from the very beginning, Ye Fan had shaken the formation, using absolute strength to break out. How heaven-defying was that?!
“Boom!”
The Netherworld Divine Artifact trembled, emitting tens of thousands of beams of light, all reinforcing the formation diagram, stabilizing it to continue suppressing the Heavenly Emperor.
Ye Fan let out a roar and struck out with a palm. It took human form, embodying a Dao—invincible with self—charging into the high heavens, shaking the formation diagram off course once more.
“Heavenly Emperor!” they exclaimed in shock.
The human form Ye Fan struck out was himself, transformed into an invincible imprint, shaking past, present, and future. This entire universe was on the verge of collapse.
Was this still a man in his twilight years? He was so overwhelmingly powerful that everyone’s hearts pounded, their souls trembling.
“He is indeed in his twilight years, but his strength is absurdly strong!” said the humanoid creature before the Underworld’s Netherworld Artifact. Then it roared, its hands forming seals continuously, unleashing the most terrifying curse art.
Within the formation, a layer of dense fur grew all over Ye Fan’s body, terrifying to behold.
Curses were also a form of rule and secret art, but more mysterious and unconventional, hard to detect. Just as the Sacred Body could not attain the Dao—because the universe’s laws were too strong, targeting and suppressing them, making it impossible to break through and walk far.
“Even the universe cannot restrict me. What can a mere man-made monster do to me?” Ye Fan said coldly.
Within his body, the sound of scripture chanting arose. Runes filled the sky, surrounding him. Each character was like divine gold forged, possessing texture, sacred and brilliant, suppressing all directions.
This was the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, unmatched in the world. As soon as it appeared, it severed all curses, causing those rules to burn and reverse, surging back toward the chaotic-light-wreathed monster.
Though Ye Fan was old, in his twilight years, no longer in his prime, every strike he made shook the past and present, terrifying even the Ancient Emperors, who felt a chill run down their spines, sighing that their opponent truly deserved the title of Heavenly Emperor.
“Boom!”
The Mother Qi of All Things Cauldron struck the formation diagram, causing it to shake.
Ye Fan’s body was like a furnace, absorbing the light emitted by the four Ancient Emperor Artifacts suppressed at the four formation gates, making it his own. His body burned fiercely, showing no signs of decline. He charged upward, using his body to strike the formation diagram.
With a rumble, this universe collapsed. Ye Fan smashed through the formation diagram, punched the Underworld’s Netherworld Immortal Artifact, sending it flying, and stepped out in one stride.
At that moment, he was majestic, his white hair flying, standing like a heavenly god, looking down on everyone.
The universe split in four directions, and heaven and earth quickly fell silent. The seven supreme beings were stunned. What kind of combat power was this? He had broken the ancient and modern first slaughter formation so quickly, especially when several Ancient Emperors were personally driving it!
“I am the Heavenly Emperor. I shall suppress and slay all enemies in this world!”
It was still that same sentence, rumbling and echoing. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths trembled, but this time it sounded completely different to everyone’s ears—an indescribable terror.
Heavenly Emperor—a title that inspired awe. Now it was truly manifested, proving to be invincible through the ages!
“Kill!”
Someone shouted, rallying the others to charge together and surround Ye Fan. They refused to believe that after growing old, with his blood and qi withered, he could hold out much longer.
Source Ghost was covered in blood-red fur, ferocious and terrifying like a vengeful spirit. He was the first to charge, and the others were not far behind. Seven supreme experts struck together.
“Boom!”
Ye Fan unfolded his divine phenomenon. At the same time, the Heavenly Emperor Scripture appeared, its emperor characters shocking the world, surrounding him like an immortal realm. He stood alone within, immune to all techniques. Then, he threw a punch—a true Heavenly Emperor Fist—aimed solely at Source Ghost.
With a splash, blood sprayed thirty thousand feet high. Source Ghost’s palm exploded, then his entire arm shattered inch by inch. Next, half his body was torn apart, blood raining down in torrents.
“Ah…” he screamed in agony.
For an Imperial-ranked cultivator to cry out like this showed the immense pain he was enduring.
The emperor characters flickered, rumbling like divine thunder splitting the sky, spreading forward. Source Ghost’s broken body continued to deteriorate. He was locked down and suppressed by the Heavenly Emperor’s Dao.
“Boom!”
Finally, with a great explosion, he burst apart, then burned fiercely, his primordial spirit turning to ashes.
This scene stunned everyone. Too domineering, too powerful beyond compare. The Heavenly Emperor was invincible!
With a thunderous crash, Ye Fan struck out with his palm, charging into the crowd like a tiger among sheep, unstoppable. He sent four or five people staggering back, coughing up blood.
Then, his left hand descended like a golden immortal stele, dense with runes, divine light interweaving. With a slap, it turned an Ancient Emperor into a pulp of flesh, his primordial spirit reduced to dust.
This was nothing short of a myth—moving through a siege of supreme beings as if through an empty land!
“Impossible! His blood and qi are withered, yet he broke the ancient and modern first slaughter formation and is still this fierce. How did he do it?” one Ancient Emperor asked, his face pale.
“What’s so special about that? The Emperor Venerable could do it, so naturally I can too,” Ye Fan said calmly.
Legend had it that the Emperor Venerable could break this peerless slaughter formation with his own strength. Now, Ye Fan bringing up old matters made everyone’s expression change. For the first time, they sensed that they were in danger. This was a man on par with the Emperor Venerable. Even in old age, he could not be bullied, and no one could defeat him!
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