In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 541 [Ye Fan, the Idea King]

Dao Yan's Immortal Robe, Li Er's Vajra Bracelet, Fu Xi's Dragon Stele, and the Emperor's Green Cauldron, totaling four imperial weapons.

Then, we'll summon four more imperial princes and great saints to gang up on them, ensuring that nothing goes wrong.

This lineup wasn't because Lin Xian and the others were being overly cautious, but because experts at the Quasi-Emperor level were simply too difficult to kill.

A single Great Saint at the Emperor's level, wielding an Emperor's weapon, could certainly contend with a Quasi-Emperor, but it would be difficult to strike the Old Teng Snake. In the long run, his divine power would be exhausted, and he would inevitably die.

"There is only one chance," Lin Xian said solemnly. If the old Tengshe succeeds in escaping, the consequences will be endless. No one can afford the cost of being assassinated day and night by a quasi-emperor. There is no such thing as a thousand days of guarding against a thief.

"Slaughtering quasi-emperors?"

The Emperor's eyes shone brightly. His killing of fifty-four Great Saints and domination of the Emperor's Road back then was enough to show that he was a warmonger. His retreat was only because he did not want to seek his own death. After all, the gap between a Quasi-Emperor and a Great Saint was too great, and even the Divine Restriction could not bridge it.

However, now that new hope has emerged, the Emperor will naturally not back down. Back in the ancient Heavenly Court, he spent every day with the Emperor and dealt with Heavenly Venerables. How could he be afraid of a Quasi-Emperor?

"It's a pity that it can't suppress the Divine Refining Pot."

Ye Fan sighed. Soon he would be going to war with all his might, and he would definitely need to use the Green Cauldron. Without the seal, this supreme ancient imperial weapon would surely take the opportunity to return to the Light Clan.

Ye Fan was truly unwilling to let go of an imperial weapon like that.

"How about we give the Refining God Pot to the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor as a gift?"

Ye Fan secretly discussed with Lin Xian, showcasing his extraordinary wisdom.

Lin Xian was stunned, staring at Ye Fan for a long time before slowly uttering a few words: "What, are you also a genius?"

This was clearly not a nice thing to say. Ye Fan's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Is there a problem?"

“During the dark and turbulent years, even the Supreme Beings would not provoke races that possess Emperor-level weapons. Do you think that’s why? Is it because the Supreme Beings are kind-hearted?” Lin Xian sneered and said quietly, “The price to pay for suppressing an Emperor-level weapon is completely different from that for destroying one.”

"If the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor wants to devour the Emperor Weapon, his Dao Body alone is far from enough. He is destined to make his true form appear. The commotion will be equivalent to a supreme battle, which cannot be concealed at all. Before long, all the Emperor Weapons in the Great Universe will sense it and, in order to protect themselves, they will probably launch a group attack."

"The Imperial Weapon is more than just a weapon. The deity of the Imperial Weapon looks exactly like the Great Emperor. This is not a coincidence; it is a continuation of the Great Emperor's life!"

Ye Fan fell silent, his understanding of imperial weapons deepening. Then, he looked at the green cauldron, a sudden inspiration striking him, and he asked, "Imperial weapons are the continuation of an emperor's life, so what about immortal artifacts?"

“Immortal artifacts are immortal, transcending the mortal world, and can cultivate on their own. In essence, they are already living beings.” Lin Xian used the example of the Dao Venerable refining the weapon of the Holy Spirit.

The Stone Order is made of stone on the outside but contains flesh and blood inside. It is a special holy spirit that was born at the same time as its master and naturally became a weapon.

"That divine child?!"

Ye Fan's expression changed, countless electric currents flashed in his mind, and a terrifying thought popped into his head.

"The Emperor said that when the Emperor died, he merged with the immortal artifact. His primordial spirit fragments must have merged with the gods, so the Divine Child was born," Lin Xian said thoughtfully. "It can be considered half an Emperor."

"Similar to Amitabha Buddha and Shakyamuni." Ye Fan suddenly realized why the emperor regarded him as the supreme ruler, because he carried half of the supreme ruler with him.

"Where is the other half?" Ye Fan quickly became uneasy. His primordial spirit of light merged with the weapon to create a divine child. Why was there no trace of the dead emperor's corpse? Could it be that it was really taken away by the Feathered Divine Dynasty and refined into an imperial weapon?

"Of course it's you." Lin Xian clasped his hands together and smiled slightly, "You are the reincarnation of the Emperor."

Ye Fan's face darkened, and without asking any more questions, he turned around to vent his anger on Old Teng Snake.

In the starry sky, the Tengshe clan dominated all directions, determined to fight Dao Zun Xianzang alone, instantly igniting the wrath of all the Great Sages of the myriad races. Before the humans arrived, they monopolized the ancient well; now that the humans have left, the Tengshe clan still holds it. Didn't the humans leave in vain? Didn't they sacrifice so many Great Sages for nothing?
"We drove away one human, not to welcome another!"

The patriarch of a powerful clan roared angrily, relying on the ancestral artifact left by his ancestors, unafraid of a quasi-emperor, and provoked the old Tengshe.

"Oh, what, you're not convinced?"

The old Teng Snake, sitting cross-legged on the distant bed, slowly opened his eyes, as if an emperor had descended to earth. His chaotic energy surged, and the sun, moon, stars, and rivers of the universe began to rotate in his eyes, a terrifying sight to the extreme. His two gazes shot out like chaotic divine thunder exploding, annihilating everything.

Click!

Wherever his gaze fell, one Great Sage after another was defeated and coughed up blood, as if they had suffered divine punishment.

The clan leader who spoke up was nearly blown apart, splitting in two. If it weren't for the ancestral artifact he held radiating immortal light, he would have surely died.

"The Emperor cannot be humiliated!"

The Great Sage of the Tengshe clan sneered repeatedly, his eyes filled with arrogance, and said condescendingly, "Why don't you kowtow to His Majesty Tengshe?"

The Great Saints of all races were horrified. What kind of power was this? A powerful figure from a great race was almost instantly killed by a single glance.

A quasi-emperor, yet also an emperor, truly supreme!
"The divine might of His Majesty of the Tengshe Clan is admired by our human race, and we have come here to offer our treasures."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the tenth level of the human race. A young man at the seventh level of the Saint King realm flew out, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to the Quasi-Emperor Tengshe, his attitude very friendly.

"Human race?"

The cultivators of the Tengshe clan were overjoyed. The human race was a great race in the universe, having produced many great emperors and ancient emperors. The fact that such a race had come to pay homage greatly satisfied the vanity of the Tengshe clan.

This is the power of a quasi-emperor. Even powerful races in the universe must bow their heads before their own emperor.

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

The Great Sage Tengshe nodded in satisfaction and then asked, "What treasure do you wish to offer?"

"This treasure is extraordinary."

The cultivator at the seventh level of the Saint King realm said very seriously, "Apart from Emperor Tengshe, no one else has the fortune to touch it. I want to offer it to His Majesty Tengshe personally."

"Alright." Old Tengshe said calmly, showing great tolerance towards the first race to pay homage, wanting to spend a fortune to buy a horse bone and display his imperial demeanor.

For a moment, the continent where the ancient well was located was silent, and all sounds were lost. The great saints of many races looked at the young man who was at the seventh level of the Saint King realm with extremely strange expressions.

Many sages wanted to call out that person's name, but were slapped by their elders and then dragged away to be gagged.

"Could it be a trap?" the young supreme of the Tengshe clan asked with great concern. The human race's surrender was too easy, lacking their usual iron-blooded and valiant spirit.

"Child, it is precisely because the human race is powerful that we understand the terror of a quasi-emperor and make the right choice." The Great Sage Tengshe laughed and said dismissively. Even if a Saint King cultivator had a conspiracy, he could easily suppress him, let alone a quasi-emperor ancestor.

All fancy tricks are a joke in the face of absolute power.

"Human treasure bearers, step forward fifty paces and pay homage!" The Great Sage Tengshe shouted, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing across the sky. In an instant, warriors gathered and cultivators lined up like an iron wall to protect the old Tengshe. For a moment, it truly resembled the grandeur of an emperor's procession.

"I've seen quite a few Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors in the Forbidden Zones, but none of them can match the pretense of a Quasi-Emperor." Ye Fan clicked his tongue in amazement. Under the watchful eyes of many, he took fifty steps forward, traversing countless towering peaks, and arrived before the Cloud Bed Emperor's Throne, only a step away from the old Teng Snake.

(End of this chapter)