In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 505 [This guy is eight years old!]

Although Ou Yemo was only a hundred years old, his temples were gray and his face was weathered, indicating that he had a past that no one knew about.

But he didn't look old, because he was tall and had deep eyes. His white hair didn't add to his sense of decay; instead, it gave him the supreme aura of an evil lord or demon king, as if he had gone through countless tribulations.

However, Ye Fan had experienced far greater tribulations than him. Under Lin Xian's tangible hand, he was tempered into an indestructible body, achieving immortality through countless tribulations.

"You are still training and fighting, but I have already honed my own path and stand at the finish line. Your defeat is not unjust."

Ye Fan smiled calmly, turning his fist into a palm. With a gentle pat, the Four Symbols appeared, and the dragon and phoenix danced together, creating a dazzling spectacle. It was as if they had ascended to immortality, and the void was torn open with crack after crack.

The ancient body, as long-lived as the heavens, the enlightened Master Ye who has endured countless tribulations!
"I am the only demon!"

Ou Yemo roared and brandished a black-gold demon halberd, unleashing the most glorious strike of his life. It was as if a holy king had attacked, and even the Great Dao manifested itself, as if a demon king from the Nine Netherworlds had descended, unleashing a calamity upon the earth.

However, the Heavenly Emperor's slaying of the demon was swift and decisive, without any suspense.

Ye Fan was already a master of cultivation, and he reached the pinnacle of the semi-saint realm, taking a step into the quasi-saint realm. In recent years, he has been cultivating diligently in the Imperial Pass, and he is even closer to the Great Perfection, almost becoming a saint in an alternative way.

The reason Ye Fan did not undergo the Saint Tribulation was that he felt his foundation was not solid enough and he was still honing it!
Click!

With a single finger, as if piercing a window screen, Ou Yemo was severed in two and flew out horizontally, his demonic blood staining the earth red, causing a cacophony of ghostly wails and howls.

The scene was completely silent; no one laughed, and even a saint cast a look of admiration upon them.

During the years that Emperor Ye has been stationed at the Imperial Pass, he has challenged countless saints and half-saints, all of whom were swept away with a single punch. Ou Yemo was the only exception, managing to withstand the second blow.

"Evil King, Demon Master, to be able to withstand a punch from Lao Ye is truly remarkable."

"Finally, a rising star has arrived who is superior to the seeded players."

Lin Xian, high above the ninth heaven, looked down upon the starry sea. He observed the mountains and rivers with the lines on his palm, discerning the battle situation. Then he summoned a white-robed saint from a divine organization and said, "Go and recruit Ou Yemo. This person can become a quasi-emperor."

“Ou Ye Mo can become a Quasi-Emperor.” The white-robed saint was greatly shocked. The universe is vast and boundless, and the myriad realms are profound. There are hundreds of thousands of great races in the starry sky. To become a Great Saint is to be able to rule a region. Not just anyone can become a Quasi-Emperor.

On the eve of Emperor Hengyu's ascension to the Dao, he killed twelve quasi-emperors, and the myriad realms of the heavens and the universe were instantly desolate. Once one becomes a quasi-emperor, one is at least one of the top twenty, or even the top ten, peerless masters in the great universe.

Even in a golden age, to be able to gather a hundred quasi-emperors would be the ultimate glory, unprecedented in the past and unlikely to be seen in the future.

"Even quasi-emperors have varying levels of skill. Ye Fan won't win against a true emperor so easily."

Lin Xian shook his head, gazing into the depths of the starry sky, and slowly said, "The truly significant imperial star is coming soon; that will mark the start of the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament."

"The true Emperor Star." The white-robed saint of the Divine Organization had a sudden thought and tentatively asked, "Is the Overlord arriving soon?"

"There has never been a physique that can become an emperor. I heard that the current physique has not yet comprehended the divine restrictions. What kind of emperor star is he?" Lin Xian laughed wildly and teased, "At the same level, with the same eight restrictions, I might not be weaker than the current physique. He is at most a warm-up match."

The white-robed saint of the God Organization was stunned and hesitated to speak. If a genius like Overlord is not considered an Emperor Star, then who is?

In the depths of the vast universe, streaks of celestial light pierce the sky like dazzling meteors. A middle-aged monk, with a compassionate and dignified appearance, sits cross-legged on a futon, like an old Buddha lost in time. Behind him stands a handsome monk in a white robe, transcending the mortal world.

"Golden Cicada, go now."

With a single, calm remark, Shakyamuni Buddha tore open the universe and outlined a coordinate system.

"Yes, Venerable One."

Jin Chanzi clasped his hands together, transformed into a rainbow of light, and flew inside.

On the other side, there was an old Taoist priest, simple and ethereal, riding the Bull King across the starry sky, attracting purple aura. Behind him followed another Taoist priest, Yin Tiande. The two walked towards the ancient starry road, in the same direction as Shakyamuni.

In a remote star field, Gai Jiuyou tightly gripped an array diagram, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

"Congratulations, senior." The white-robed god-king, who had lived a second life, smiled slightly. Jiang Taixu had also embarked on the path to becoming an emperor at some point. In this new life, in terms of lifespan alone, he was incredibly young.

In a star field of the God Organization, a lovely little girl was catching butterflies on the grass, having a great time. An elderly couple watched this scene with smiles, completely at ease. Not far away, two ethereal immortals with otherworldly auras were exchanging ideas and discussing the Dao, while a young man in blue was playing the zither.

Suddenly, the little girl looked up at the sky and said with some disappointment, "I haven't seen my big brother in a long time."

The elderly couple exchanged a glance and nodded. They hadn't seen their son for several years and missed him terribly.

"I wonder how Brother Ye has been lately?" The Holy Son of Yaoguang smiled brightly and warmly, like a sun god.

"Fellow Daoists of the Divine Organization should know this." Jiang Yifei was very refined, not like a cultivator, but more like a great Confucian scholar in the mortal world, with a scroll of heavenly book tucked into his waist.

Hua Yunfei sat cross-legged by the stream, silent, playing the zither for a cow.

In the heart of the Purple Mountain, a large black dog wearing an apron, who was stir-frying vegetables, sensed a certain fluctuation. It immediately threw down the food in its hands, tumbled and scrambled into the Wushi Hall, looked at the exquisitely beautiful eight-year-old child under the Emperor Bell, and immediately put its hands on its hips and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, the innate holy body Dao embryo is complete, finally complete!"

"Junior brother, he has become a saint."

Xiao Song was somewhat taken aback. Even with his innocent heart, he was extremely shocked at this moment. This speed was something that even the Kunlun Immortal Blood could not match.

"What?! Who became a saint?!"

Ye Tong (Sun Body), Jiang Tingting (Moon Body), and others, along with a group of Heavenly Court princes and Purple Mountain experts, rushed over. Upon seeing Ye Tianxuan with her long black hair, they gasped in shock.

"This guy is eight years old?!" Longma, who was guarding the gate of Zishan, cursed, "He's broken Lin Ken's record!"

An eight-year-old saint is practically a negation of everything, making all the geniuses and outstanding individuals want to smash their heads against a block of tofu in his face.

Such a speed of cultivation would put even the Emperor's son to shame; only the immortal spirit child born as a saint could rival it.

"What's this? This is the cultivation speed that a naturally born Holy Body Dao Embryo should have."

Black Emperor snorted twice, put his hands on his hips and boasted, "Back then, Emperor Wushi's cultivation was a little slower. He only became a saint at the age of fifty. That was because the Western Queen Mother took action and cut off a part of the emperor's fortune to prevent him from having an unstable foundation due to insufficient tempering."

"In this life, in order to fight against the dark turmoil and grow up quickly, I did not let the supreme powerhouse sever the foundation of the Holy Body Dao Embryo. Instead, I used the Elixir of Immortality and other things to build up the foundation, just to create the number one genius of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

"I will say a number: two hundred years old, the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor!"

This time, Purple Mountain was silent, utterly still. Everyone was speechless. Although the reputation of the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo was legendary, and they had heard it countless times, the moment they actually saw it, they still felt an indescribable sense of absurdity. "No wonder this physique can be compared to the Chaos Body."

Master Zhang Lin sighed, "The cultivation speed of the Great Emperor Wushi in the past was not the ultimate of the innate holy body and Dao embryo; on the contrary, it was deliberately suppressed."

"The Golden Age truly lives up to its name..." The Holy Maiden of Yaochi sighed, turning to look at the Heavenly Emperor's son. In terms of bloodline power, this one was no less formidable.

In fact, Ye Tianxuan, the innate holy body Dao embryo, cultivated in Purple Mountain. Although he never left his home, his opponents were by no means weak. He was sparred with the Heavenly Emperor's son, and the Sun Body and the Moon Body would occasionally come to give him some pointers. He was not lacking in combat experience.

"If the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo is born, will the Innate Chaotic Body be born as well?"

Wei Yi, the Great Sage, pondered carefully. This life was too extraordinary. The gold was dazzling, and he ascended to immortality. Perhaps he could witness immortality. The myths and legends of the past would be shattered and brought into reality. Even those with innate holy bodies and Dao embryos would not necessarily be invincible.

The Emperor's disciple, the supreme being of all gods, the unparalleled holy spirit, was previously unknown, but this life is different. The path to immortality has opened, and everyone wants to take a chance.

On Mount Sumeru, the Great Thunder Temple stands, where the teachings of Amitabha Buddha still exist. Bodhi trees are everywhere, and faith flows like a waterfall. In recent years, the light of Buddha has become increasingly brilliant, making it the orthodox Buddhist school.

Because there was a Victorious Fighting Buddha who was invincible throughout the Amitabha Buddha Starfield, defeated the Buddha's homeland, obtained the titles of Mahayana Heaven and Liberation Heaven, attained the quasi-emperor status, and returned in glory.

One of the Buddha statues, a prize from the old sage ape's debate on Tao, was brought from the Amitabha Starfield to the Big Dipper Starfield and is now enshrined on a lotus throne, brimming with spirituality.

Deep within the desolate Gobi Desert lies a sacred lake, its surface shimmering with colorful clouds, a blessed land for cultivation. The Great Sage White Crane once again devoted himself to his practice.

However, on this day, the lake water rippled, rolling up countless waves, and the spiritual energy was overwhelming, startling the Great Sage White Crane to stand up and stare straight at the ancient underground palace.

This life is extraordinary; it is no wonder that any miracle or myth will occur.

On the ancient road through the starry sky, the battles continue, but Ye Fan also needs to cultivate. He wants to comprehend a different kind of sainthood, and he can't be a One-Punch Man every day.

Therefore, a rule was set: any saint who wanted to fight Ye Fan needed to defeat Guan Cheng, the number one general of the Southern Heavenly Gate, to prove that he had the qualifications of a Great Saint before he was qualified to go to the Heavenly Court.

This is not the end. After defeating Guan Cheng, there is still a battle against the Dharma Protector Ou Yemo. Only by gaining Ou Yemo's approval will one be qualified to fight Ye Fan under the witness of the Great Sage Hun Tuo.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single punch; it would be pure bullying. Ye Fan isn't Lord Lin, so he has no interest in that kind of thing.

Everyone was satisfied with this move, but it was tough on Guan Cheng, who had to face a large number of challengers every day. The Starry Sky Ancient Road was full of hidden talents, including some truly strong individuals with incredible combat power.

Through repeated wins and losses, Guan Cheng persisted in revising ancient scriptures, embarking on an unconventional path.

Among them, the Source of the Dao manifests in the human race's secret realm. This kind of immortal object is mysterious and profound. Legend has it that there are only thirty-three or forty-nine kinds in ancient times, which secretly correspond to the number of the Dao. Throughout history, there have been many powerful people who possessed the Source of the Dao and became emperors.

Ye Fan also took action, wanting to seize the Source of Dao to lay the foundation for his alternative path to sainthood. However, the Source of Dao did not recognize the Saint Body.

A vague will emanated from the source of the Dao and spread outwards.

“You are contrary to the Dao and defy Heaven and Earth, so you cannot attain the Dao and become an emperor.”

The saints who witnessed this scene were stunned. They did not expect such a thing to happen. Ye Fan, who had established his invincible talent, was not recognized by heaven and earth.

At the same time, a glimmer of ambition burned in everyone's hearts. If Ye Fan could not become an emperor, would they still have a sliver of hope?

"It's just a source; what will does it have to deny me?"

Ye Fan roared, "If I cannot attain the Dao, I will shatter this Great Dao! If I am not recognized by Heaven and Earth, I will destroy Heaven and Earth!"

His domineering words echoed throughout the heavens and earth, causing people to tremble, and instantly subdued many ambitious saints.

Such an invincible will is simply the rise of a supreme being.

Many people calmed down; even if Ye Fan couldn't become an emperor, he was still someone they couldn't afford to offend.

However, just because the saints dare not do so does not mean that Lord Lin dares not do so.

"Lao Ye, you can't control this Source of Dao, so let me keep it for you," Lin Xian said with a smile, extending a large, tangible black hand.

“Holy Lord, you are also a Holy Body, yet you can’t even grasp the Source of the Dao.” Ye Fan rolled his eyes, using the methods of the Source Master to firmly hold onto the Source of the Dao.

"Who isn't a Source Master?"

Lin Xian chuckled and used the same method to capture the source of the Dao, suppressing it with his invincible Saint King cultivation.

During this time, Ye Fan has been making progress, and he has also made progress, already reaching the fourth level of the Saint King realm.

When two Source Masters clash, even though they are from the same school, they cannot break each other's moves. Naturally, the one with the higher cultivation level will win.

Ye Fan has recently comprehended some techniques that allow him to fight again, but after thinking about it, he realized that the Source of Dao does not recognize the Holy Body, and that if Holy Master Lin took it, it would at most be a decoration, so he was too lazy to compete with him.

Just then, someone shouted.

"Since you are not recognized by Heaven and Earth, then give me the Source of the Dao!"

A majestic voice rang out, the void exploded, and a god-like black figure rushed out, riding a purple Qilin, causing the entire secret realm to tremble.

A supreme being at the peak of sainthood can absolutely kill a saint king!

"The Overlord Body is here, the Holy Body is doomed!"

Some people couldn't contain their excitement. This was a true young supreme being, and he was a whole realm higher than them. Even if Ye Fan was truly the reincarnation of an emperor, he would still die.

"You are Emperor Ye?"

The Overlord sat atop the purple Qilin, holding a blood-red spear, exuding an overwhelming aura like a demon god from the underworld.

The scene was silent, and the crowd wore strange expressions, not out of fear of the Overlord's power.

Because the Overlord pointed his spear at another holy body, he had the wrong person!

The source of the Dao flowed and merged with heaven and earth, influencing all the myriad Daos and creating countless extraordinary phenomena. Celestial light flowed, and Dao energy permeated the air. Lin Xian, holding this celestial object, floated like an immortal. Behind his head, layer upon layer of divine halos appeared, making him seem like an ancient celestial emperor, his voice majestic and grand:
“Pilgrimage, devout and sincere, come from the other end of the ancient road, prostrating with every step, just to pay homage to me. Why do you come with murderous intent?”

(End of this chapter)