In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 502 [Waiting for the Ancient Road Emperor Star to Pay Homage]

"An indestructible golden body, an ancient holy body?"

The guide's words immediately caused an uproar, with everyone discussing: "The Holy Body, the Holy Body from the Burial Emperor Star!"

"That ancient star where ancient emperors would spend their later years?!"

"For a mere Saint Body to claim he can defeat all the geniuses of the universe is truly arrogant."

Some were terrified, fearing the only saint in 100,000 years to have embarked on the ancient path of the stars, while others sneered, not believing that Ye Fan truly had the chance to prove himself since there had never been a saintly body that could become an emperor.

The guide was in a daze, piecing together part of the truth in his mind: the divine organization was a descendant of the ancient Heavenly Court, and in this life they had found a holy body, wanting to help him become an emperor.

Once the Sacred Body is fully developed, it can rival the Supreme Being. If one can become an Emperor, there might truly be a chance to recreate the glory of the ancient Heavenly Court.

"The Divine Organization has a huge gambling mentality; they actually dare to gamble that the Holy Body can become an Emperor."

The First Guide clicked his tongue in amazement, unaware that the members of the Divine Organization were almost convinced that Ye Fan was the reincarnation of the Emperor, which was why they had such confidence.

"What are geniuses and outstanding talents compared to the Emperor? They're nothing but a pile of mud and a dog."

Lin Xian looked down at the assembled heroes, pointed at the hundreds of half-saints and saints outside the first gate, and laughed wildly: "Don't even mention ten, even a hundred saints are no match for the Emperor. In Emperor Ye's eyes, you are nothing but radishes and cabbages..."

In an instant, hundreds of saints either turned ashen-faced or gritted their teeth, all staring at Ye Fan with fierce eyes.

They rode dragons and phoenixes, their mounts were all naturally born of extraordinary species, and each of them was a supreme powerhouse in their own star field, truly outstanding individuals.

Those cultivators who reach the first level have extraordinary achievements and are full of confidence in themselves. Becoming a saint is not the end goal; many can become great saints, and at the very least, saint kings.

"I didn't, I didn't, I..." Ye Fan hurriedly shook his head, denying it three times. If a hundred elite saints attacked together, let alone a half-saint, even a saint king could be ganged up on and killed.

It is said that the difference between different realms is like heaven and earth. A high-level cultivator can kill a low-level cultivator as easily as crushing an ant. But if there are enough ants, they can kill an elephant.

The most crucial point is that it wasn't the Hundred Saints who defeated Saint King Ye Fan, but the Half-Saint Ye Fan who defeated the Hundred Saints.

It's not just a matter of numbers, there's also the barrier of the Holy Land!

"What the Emperor means is, you all come at me together."

Lin Xian translated, "Didn't you see that the Emperor shook his head in disdain? He doesn't want to waste time; he wants to fight a true Emperor Star."

"Too arrogant!"

Finally, a sage couldn't hold back any longer and erupted. He had cultivated for over two hundred years and possessed profound Taoist skills. At this moment, he jumped out and shouted, "What's so great about a sacred body? If you want to fight, then fight!"

"I will fight you at the same level!"

Another half-saint said in a deep voice, "He is only in his thirties, yet he has already entered the realm of half-saint. If nothing unexpected happens, he will become a great saint in the future."

Some rose up in resistance, some retreated and fled, and some surrendered to the divine organization and embarked on this ancient path. Not everyone came to prove the Dao; each had their own purpose, because ultimately only one person had the opportunity to become an emperor.

How tragic it would be if people from all the heavens and myriad realms fought for the throne, inevitably resulting in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Ye Fan did not want to cause trouble, but Lin Shengzhu was stirring things up. Faced with challenge after challenge, if he backed down again, what would be the point of fighting for the Emperor's Path and proving the invincible Dao?

There can only be one Supreme Being!

Before Ye Fan arrived at the Starry Sky Ancient Road, he still harbored good intentions. But now, seeing everyone's challenge, he realized that what Lin Xian said was true, and that defeating the Overlord was only the beginning.

As the saying goes, "People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat." Once your fame spreads, a constant stream of talented individuals will come to challenge you, trying to step on you to rise to the top and make a name for themselves throughout the universe.

"On the road to the Emperor, everyone is an opponent, so let's fight!"

Ye Fan didn't say much. His eyes were incredibly sharp, and a wisp of pure energy emerged from the top of his head, forming a half-saint avatar to fight the thirty-year-old half-saint. He himself would personally confront the two-hundred-year-old saint.

"The azure sky falls from the ninth heaven!"

That sage was dressed as a Taoist priest and was proficient in many immortal arts. When he made a move, he was at the highest level of Taoism, the Nine Heavens, with divine might that seemed to suppress an entire celestial realm.

"This is not even one-tenth as good as Lin Xian."

Ye Fan laughed loudly, his blood energy soaring like a galaxy, shimmering with gold. He suddenly unleashed an invincible holy fist, and a thunderous roar resounded, like a thunderclap, awe-inspiring all living beings.

With a snap, the saint's bones were completely shattered, and he flew away like a kite with a broken string.

With just one punch, a Saint was severely injured and fell unconscious. This was Ye Fan holding back; if he could, killing a Saint with a single blow would be a true display of his combat power.

On the battlefield not far away, blood splattered across the starry sky, staining the meteorite red. Ye Fan's Dao body suppressed and beat the half-saint, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Everyone gasped in shock, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. The True Body Battlefield had ended even faster than the Dao Body Battlefield.

"Is he... is he still a half-saint?" A saint king swallowed hard. This kind of combat power was something that even the ancient emperors had never possessed.

Throughout history, young emperors have been able to kill saints, but it was never that easy; they had to go through great battles.

“It reminds me of someone,” a monk from the Amitabha Starfield murmured. “The Azure Emperor.”

Back then, Wan Qing traveled through ancient starry roads, visited the Amitabha star field, and discussed Buddhist doctrines with Buddhists. As for the outcome...

Nowadays, the blue lotus is revered as a sacred object in Buddhism.

The monk's companions were astonished upon hearing this. A feat comparable to the Azure Emperor was unprecedented in history. Could it be that a Heavenly Emperor was truly rising?

"He's even stronger than the Overlord..."

Below the first level, a warrior muttered to himself, holding a bronze spear. He possessed the cultivation of a saint. After pondering for a long time, he strode heavily toward the battlefield.

"Guan Cheng, what are you going to do?"

The guide at the first level scolded, "Even a saint was instantly killed. What use are you? At most, you'll just repeat the same ending."

“Guide, I must go.” Guan Cheng gripped the bronze spear tightly, his fingers turning white, and said in a deep voice, “His invincible demeanor reminds me of another person, my inner demon.”

"Back then, I didn't dare to take further action, but now I want to break free from this constraint."

The guide shook his head, saying nothing more, for he had already foreseen the end.

On another battlefield, Ye Fan withdrew his semi-saint body, ending the battle. Then, looking back, he saw a saint knight charging towards him. With a casual wave of his hand, he activated the "Soldier" secret technique, controlling the bronze spear in Guan Cheng's hand to suddenly fly up and counterattack its master.

With a clang, the saint's blood flowed, and Guan Cheng was pinned to the city gate, staring blankly at his wound. He hadn't even seen how his opponent had made his move.

"The Secret of the Word Bing!"

"One of the legendary Nine Secrets!"

The all-knowing passerby, Lin Xian, shouted and gave a live explanation, which invigorated the survivors and sparked a lively discussion.

"So it's the Secret of the Soldier, the legacy of the Ancient Celestial Venerable?" Guan Cheng forced a smile, but found himself unable to actually laugh. The Celestial Venerable's secret technique was truly a great fortune. The greatest inheritance he had received in this life was a fragment of a Great Sage's scripture, nothing more.

Sometimes, the gap between people begins as soon as they start practicing spiritual cultivation.

"Everyone is the sole protagonist of their own life, and at the same time, a supporting character in someone else's life..."

A fairy at the semi-saint level sighed, "We are all just passersby on the Emperor's Road."

“The strong are on the road, but there are no white bones underfoot. It’s better to go back.” Another sage with a weathered face shook his head in despair. He didn’t even pass the first test and turned back to his hometown.

The path to imperial power is not for him; he should live his own life.

"The battle hasn't even begun, and the outcome is already decided?" The guide trembled. He knew that once this victory was achieved, the young supreme beings traveling on the ancient road would definitely cause an uproar.

Emperor Tian, ​​the Human King, the Great Demon God, and the Overlord are all formidable figures.

"A young man has arrived at the Imperial Road!"

Some ancient sages, with their eyes gleaming, thought Ye Fan was a worthwhile investment and quietly approached the Heavenly Ship, wanting to join the Divine Organization, but were rejected.

Among the gods of the Heavenly Boat, only three can be in charge: Lord Zhou, Holy Lord Lin, and Emperor Ye.

"From this day forward, the first pass of the human race will be renamed the Imperial Pass."

Lin Xian stepped forward, repaired the dilapidated city gate, and inscribed two characters on it. Then, looking at the saints, he proclaimed loudly, "This place is the starting point for the revival of my Heavenly Court!"

"From now on, the end of the Starry Sky Ancient Road, the pilgrimage route, will no longer be the Ninefold Imperial Pass, but this place, the place where the Emperor resides, is the Imperial Pass."

"The Holy Heavenly Emperor sits here, awaiting the arrival of the Emperor Stars of all races to pay homage!"

(End of this chapter)