In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 593 [The Supreme Being sits high in the heavens, with the entire world before one's eyes]

A magnificent city stands on the eastern wasteland. It is the divine city of the northern region. Because it was once guarded by the Great Accomplished Holy Body, it is also known as the Holy City. The Holy City has existed for a long time and its origin cannot be traced. It has existed since the beginning of human records.

The holy city once hung high in the sky, known as a divine city that would never fall. Unfortunately, it fell to the mortal world during a great war and became the center of the cultivation world in the Eastern Wilderness.

Countless forces, sects, and independent cultivators gather here. Regardless of their status, they all share a common dream: to select raw stones from the ancient mines, cut out divine treasures, and become rich overnight.

"May Master Yuan bless me and allow me to cut out a goddess from the Nine Heavens."

"May the Ancestral Master bestow blessings upon you, bringing great fortune and prosperity!"

Many monks hung up portraits of several Source Masters and prayed before the Source, trying to borrow some of their great fortune and prosperity, their expressions extremely devout.

Ye Fan's expression was strange. He finally understood where some of the strange faith power came from.

"Indeed, making money is the primary motivation."

Lin Xian sighed. He found that every prayer of these Source Disciples was incredibly sincere and their faith was pure, almost on par with the believers in the core star region of the Heavenly Court.

“The Source God and the Source Ghost once resided here.” Ye Fan strolled through the streets and alleys, casually picking up a piece of gnawed mineral, and said with a solemn expression. Now that he was a Quasi-Emperor, he could detect many clues.

The Underworld Emperor's experiments with Origin Arts created two monsters, which were even closely related to the rebellion of the Underworld Artifacts.

“These ores originated from the Primordial Ancient Mine. Back then, an ancestor entered the ancient mine, intending to use his supreme power to ward off evil.” Lin Xian crushed a small stone, picked out a red hair from it, and sighed, “Now it seems he has walked right into a trap.”

"The Primordial Ancient Mine is not to be underestimated." Ye Fan was also troubled by the mention of this forbidden zone. The Primordial Ancient Mine was special; one of its forbidden zones was equivalent to five of the other forbidden zones.

During the dark and turbulent years, nine generations of Great Accomplished Holy Bodies were established in this city, and successive human emperors once stood here to deter the Primordial Ancient Mine Forbidden Zone.

The two did not conceal their appearance during their conversation, and soon a cultivator recognized them, exclaiming, "The Ancestral Master has manifested!"

"Holy crap, it's the source..."

The Holy City was in an uproar. Master Yuan had left behind too many legends here. He could cut out all sorts of immortal medicines, goddesses, and materials for the Great Emperor. Although Lin Xian and his companions were no longer in Beidou, their legends still circulated in the martial arts world.

The crowd gasped in surprise, and many sages frowned deeply. In their perception, the other side was like an abyss, with unfathomable strength. How could this happen after only a hundred years? Even a prince of the emperor should not be cultivating at such a rapid pace.

"Go quickly and inform the Great Sage," the ancestral kings of all races said in a deep voice, "The master of the Heavenly Court has returned."

The news of the Heavenly Court's return swept across the Five Realms and myriad races like a storm. Lin Xian did not stop them. Now, apart from the forbidden zones, he was no longer afraid of any threat. Even the Supreme Imperial Weapon might not be able to hit him.

"Fellow Daoists, please temporarily withdraw from the Holy City. Our Heavenly Court will rebuild this Sky City."

Lin Xian's calm voice rang in the ears of every living being and rippled across their hearts. From hopeless mortals to the high and mighty ancient kings, a radiance appeared before them.

The next moment, as if falling into the ocean and bathing in a hot spring, everyone felt a gentle touch, and an irresistible force was born, carrying them away from the holy city and safely moving them to a certain plain.

"What kind of power is this?! What kind of realm is this?!"

The Nine Phoenix King of the Ancient Clan's expression changed drastically. He was the Heavenly King of Blood Phoenix Mountain and a descendant of the Ancient Empress. His strength was unfathomable. Even the Great Saint of the clan could not take him away as easily as capturing a child.

"It's somewhat reminiscent of how the Old Saint Emperor of Battle suppressed the Great Saint Hun Tuo with a single palm strike back then..."

Lin Tian Zu Wang trembled. He had been received and praised by the Fighting Saint Emperor, and had witnessed the battle firsthand. It was like a game; the Great Saint, who was invincible in his domain, was like a chess piece in front of the Ancient Emperor, and could be captured with a flick of the wrist.

"How is this possible?" King Jiuhuang exclaimed in disbelief. Then, he looked up at the Holy City and saw that the ancient city, weathered by the passage of time, was now shining brightly again. The Dao marks were so orderly that they resembled divine spirits, reflecting many ravines.

That was caused by the aftershocks of the ancient Supreme War, yet it did not destroy this holy city, which was doubly blessed by the Great Accomplished Holy Body and the Human Emperor.

"Boom!"

The holy city emitted a tremendous sound. In the most important celestial palace, there was a magnificent celestial platform that floated in the air, covered with void Dao patterns and resonating with the power of space.

"The work of the Void Emperor can teleport to various regions. Indeed, this holy city is one of the core nodes of the Emperor's Array."

Ye Fan spoke in a low voice, and nine stone tokens borrowed from several holy lands appeared in his palm, activating the Ancient Dao Platform. In an instant, it shone brightly, illuminating the entire Northern Region.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The Boundless Bell suddenly rang out, resounding throughout the Eastern Wilderness, shocking countless powerful figures.

Purple Mountain, once a key point, resonated with the Holy City, and the Northern Region is filled with the relics of emperors.

"What happened!"

The saints of all races trembled, for they had witnessed the rise and fall of the Primordial Ancient Mine. The supreme beings within would not revive until they reached the path to immortality, but the forbidden zone itself instinctively retaliated.

The Primordial Mine gave rise to countless gods and demons, devouring the light of the sun, moon, and stars, rising and falling like a black hole, causing all living beings to tremble, and colliding with the Holy City.

The two are like yin and yang, rotating like the Tai Chi symbol, or like the ancient confrontation between the great emperor of the human race and the ancient emperor of the forbidden zone.

"In the ancient times, that city stood atop the forbidden zone of life, where the supreme ruler sat high in the heavens, with the four seas all beneath his sight!"

An old cultivator from ancient times looked towards the Northern Region, suddenly startled, his eyes filled with shock, as if he had returned to that glorious and boundless era, an era in which outstanding figures emerged.

The powerful beings of all races in the universe followed the Human Emperor in his conquest of the forbidden zones, sacrificing their lives and shedding blood, advancing fearlessly and disregarding their own safety, thus buying precious time for future generations.

"Those who pass through the holy city will never cease to be descendants."

One of the eldest members of the Ji family was moved to tears. When he was young, he followed the Void Emperor to that city and fought on the front lines.

"Let's go to the Northern Region and see what happened."

Ancient cultivators from the primordial era, without needing to be summoned, would find a target upon seeing the city, which would then serve as a guiding beacon, leading heroes and warriors there.

The holy city trembled, yearning to soar into the sky, but it had been damaged for too long, having fallen from the dark and turbulent years, losing much of its power.

"Wake it up for me!"

Ye Fan roared, his golden blood energy soaring into the sky, like a golden god. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he actually carried the vast and boundless holy city, step by step, collapsing the void, as if climbing a ladder to heaven, steadily moving forward.

"From this day forward, the Holy City will ascend to the heavens, becoming the Great Wall of my Heavenly Court. All cultivators of all races are welcome to go there, and I only wish for peace throughout the world."

Lin Xian's calm voice echoed across the Northern Region, casting layers of patterns into the void, which eventually converged into nine divine bridges.

The original Holy City situation, through the divine bridge, could be accessed via spatial power without expending magical energy, allowing it to be teleported to the celestial city. "What terrifying methods, what a dreadful Heavenly Court."

The saints sighed, vaguely glimpsing the rise of a behemoth, a colossus that would engulf the five domains of the Big Dipper, and even the myriad realms of the heavens.

Upon hearing the news, powerful figures from all sides of the Heavenly Court rushed towards the Holy City. From the Ji family to the Tianxuan Holy Land, from the demon race to Zishan, and even the hidden Tianzhi Village small world, as well as allies among the ancient races, they all seemed determined to make the Holy City the center of the Heavenly Court.

Some of the people from Ye Fan's generation did not leave Beidou, while others returned from the starry sky. Upon witnessing this scene, they all fell silent.

A supreme being is rising, completely widening the gap between himself and his contemporaries.

The first to arrive in the Holy City were not Ye Tong, Jiang Tingting, or other direct disciples, but a stunning woman.

“You’re finally back… I had a premonition the day the Chaos Lotus flew away.”

Yan Ruyu smiled slightly, still as stunning as ever. Time had not taken away her beauty; she seemed to grow sweeter and sweeter, like fine wine.

"You've also become a saint; you have some of the aura of a demon lord."

Lin Xian sighed. The Azure Emperor's Great Dao had been exhausted, and the demon race had risen to power. Yan Ruyu was only one step away from becoming a Saint King. Others, like the Crimson Dragon Daoist, had also broken the lifespan restriction and transformed into an unparalleled demon saint.

"You are the Demon Lord, I am the Demon Queen."

Yan Ruyu smiled easily, like a blooming epiphyllum, breathtakingly beautiful. Then she raised her eyebrows slightly and pointed to a certain place in the void, saying, "Look who I brought to you."

Amidst the swirling purple mist, a delicate figure appeared and disappeared, her dragon horns sparkling and translucent, reflecting off her snow-white skin—the Dragon Girl had arrived.

"You didn't come to see me?" the Dragon Girl said softly.

"There are too many things to do in Heaven, I'm quite busy," Lin Xian stammered, making up an excuse, "But we've seen each other now, haven't we?"

"Lord Lin is so busy with his affairs, I thought you had forgotten about me," the Dragon Girl said with a smile. "It seems I've come at the wrong time."

"No, you've come at just the right time." Lin Xian smiled slightly and said, "Not only the demon race, but I also want to take over the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest and make the Great Sage Qianlun abdicate."

"You've attained the Great Sage realm?" The purple-haired dragon girl was startled and asked tentatively.

"He is a quasi-emperor."

Lin Xian spoke calmly, his fingertips dripping with imperial aura, chaotic and ethereal. In his palm, a world was born and destroyed, the starry sky was dazzling, and galaxies rose and fell, exuding a supreme majesty that controlled the universe.

"A hundred-year-old quasi-emperor." The dragon girl's fair face froze instantly. After a long while, she looked at Yan Ruyu and said, "You already knew."

“The person chosen by the Azure Emperor can naturally create miracles.” Yan Ruyu smiled and said, “I have confidence.”

"A hundred-year-old quasi-emperor with a sacred body, destined for great success, an invincible supreme being in the Nine Heavens, a royal expert like my father." The dragon girl's heart trembled, her purple eyes sparkling. The dragon race had a strict hierarchy and a strict order of rank, not only revering bloodlines but also being fanatical about the strong.

Ambitious, she stepped forward, took Lin Xian's hand, and declared her sovereignty: "The Myriad Dragon Nest can march into the Heavenly Court."

"This is my family's empire." Yan Ruyu smiled calmly. The ruler of the Heavenly Court is the Emperor, but the creator is the Azure Emperor.

"The True Dragon lineage is no weaker than anyone else," the Dragon Maiden said proudly.
Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "There are no immortals in the mortal world, and the elixir of immortality is unique to this family."

Seeing the battle escalating, Lin Xian quickly seized an opportunity, grabbed the arm of the Crimson Dragon Daoist, and headed outside, saying with great enthusiasm, "Senior Crimson Dragon, it's been so long! I've missed you terribly! We should have a drink! By the way, where's Senior Peacock King? I haven't seen him..."

The Crimson Dragon Daoist looked strange. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't resist a Quasi-Emperor. He was dragged away by Lin Xian and said helplessly, "The Peacock King has gone to Mount Sumeru to cultivate and discuss the Dao. His family came from Amitabha Buddha. He is very powerful, second only to the Victorious Fighting Buddha. He is a peerless sage and is said to be very close to becoming a Quasi-Emperor."

"If Your Majesty has the time, please bring him back."

"The Peacock King Bodhisattva?" Lin Xian pondered for a moment, then his expression turned serious, and he pressed on, "It's one thing for Yan Ruyu to come alone, but why did the Dragon Girl come along too!"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Chilong was immediately embarrassed. He looked up at the radiant holy city, and everything was self-evident.

"The one surnamed Ye!"

Lin Xian sneered. Sure enough, only he had the means and the intelligence to do such a thing.

If we don't give him a taste of his own medicine, how can we demonstrate the power of this Holy Lord?

However, the Holy City is a place of great turmoil and fierce competition, so it is not a place to stay for long. I must go to Mount Sumeru to avoid the sight of Emperor Ye and proceed slowly to make my move, so that I can find peace.

Lin Xian bid farewell to the Crimson Dragon Taoist and headed towards Mount Sumeru. Besides many miscellaneous matters, he also carried a copy of the "Ascension to Immortality Scripture".

Since advancing to Quasi-Emperor, his cultivation bottleneck has become increasingly severe and difficult to break through. He has not advanced for ten years and remains stuck at the first level of Quasi-Emperor. If things continue like this, it will take hundreds of years to have any hope of advancing to a minor realm.

If one cultivates step by step, it would take eight or nine thousand years to have any hope of achieving the Great Perfection of the Ninth Heaven, which is even less than that of the Vermilion Bird Emperor.

So Lin Xian set his sights on the Bodhi Tree. The elixir made from a quarter of the divine tree's branches granted him Emperor-level wisdom, leading to profound enlightenment and paving the way for a Quasi-Emperor. If it were the flawless Bodhi Tree, he would surely soar to new heights.

The Western Desert Buddhist Land is peaceful and serene. No matter how many races rise up or how many stars vie for supremacy, the peace and tranquility of this land remains unshaken. Lotus flowers still bloom everywhere, and faith endures.

Occasionally, two or three wild, extraordinary beings from beyond the realm, unaware of the Buddha's compassion, would rashly intrude. However, under the warm hospitality of the monks at the Great Thunderclap Temple, they would feel the profoundness of Buddhism, and tears would stream down their faces. They would then realize the true meaning of life, lay down their butcher's knives, instantly become Buddhas, and take refuge in Mount Sumeru.

In the words of the Holy Prince, "What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to try and take over the Great Thunder Temple like my uncle? They should take a good look at themselves in the mirror."

The Buddha's teachings are vast and unconventional; anyone can challenge the Great Thunderclap Temple to engage in debates. If one loses, one automatically converts to Buddhism; if one wins, one becomes the new leader and can lead the Great Thunderclap Temple to continue saving sentient beings.

But if you don't want to engage in intellectual debates and just want to show off your skills, the monks are vegetarians, but the abbot is not.

You have to overcome one obstacle after another, going through eighty-one tribulations. Even if you defeat the Victorious Fighting Buddha, there is still the ultimate boss, Amitabha Buddha, the god of faith, waiting for you. Even if the supreme being comes, you will still fail.

Fortunately, I have long been a Buddhist.

"This humble monk is the future Buddha."

As soon as Lin Xian stepped into the Western Desert, he uttered a Buddhist chant, which immediately attracted faint Buddhist sounds and shone with Buddhist light. One after another, the power of faith formed a divine bridge to guide him.

The Buddhist bell tolled, radiating sacred light. Monks of all ranks leaped out of the Great Thunderclap Temple, standing in two rows with their hands clasped together, and chanted in unison, "The hundred-year period has arrived. We respectfully welcome the Buddha back to his throne!"

(End of this chapter)