In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 625 [Defeating the Empress, Killing the Emperor]

"I am a person about to attain enlightenment, and you, a mere quasi-emperor, dare to insult me ​​to this extent!"

The Emperor roared, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. His crimson dragon armor seemed to come alive, transforming into a celestial dragon that circled around him. It was as if it were forged from phoenix blood and crimson gold. That terrifying aura permeated the void, and the Emperor's runes flickered, making him almost like an ancient supreme being.

"The difference between those who are about to attain the Dao is sometimes greater than the difference between a human and a dog. Even if one touches a trace of the laws of the Imperial Dao, one still cannot surpass the heavens!"

Ye Fan reciprocated in kind. He had fought against a true supreme being and was not even afraid of the Lord of Reincarnation. How could he possibly fear the Lord of the Divine Court? Standing in the Divine Forbidden Domain, his aura was equally terrifying. He could clash with an Emperor and was in no way inferior to him.

"Divine Forbidden!"

A hint of apprehension flashed in the Emperor's eyes, but he quickly calmed down and said coldly, "Having cultivated to the point of almost becoming a Daoist, one has already overcome the divine restrictions. There's nothing remarkable about it."

"Who do you think you are, a quasi-emperor of the Golden Crow Clan? In your first life, you fought a bloody battle in the Nine Heavens, only to be ambushed by the Supreme Human Tribulation and have your Great Dao Immortal Platform injured. After enduring hardship, you defied the heavens and lived a second life. Now you can fight the Lord of Reincarnation. You are worthy of being called a quasi-emperor."

With the Chaos Dao in one hand and the Time Blade in the other, Lin Xian forced the Undying Empress to retreat to the Phoenix Nest for defense. Even then, he didn't forget to mock her, saying, "You, a creature that is neither bird nor beast, dare to call yourself a Dao Achiever? You are nothing more than a Quasi-Emperor of the Ninth Heaven!"

"Junior, mind your own business first!" The Divine Court Emperor sneered, seeing that the Undying Empress in the Phoenix Nest was taking action. The slumbering Quasi-Emperor Saints were reviving one by one, and the Undying Warriors left behind by the Heavenly Emperor roared, appearing and merging with the Imperial Dao Runes to form a terrifying battle formation.

The Undying Guards were once the elite soldiers and geniuses who followed the Undying Emperor in his conquest of the Imperial Road. They were the generals of the Eight Divisions and their cultivation level was at least that of a Great Saint. The selection criteria were that they could withstand a single blow from a Quasi-Emperor God General without dying.

Eight hundred iron soldiers joined forces, their armor clanging and clattering. Originating from different races, they were the ancestors of all races today, having sworn a blood oath to serve the Emperor. Their killing intent was terrifying, and under the leadership of a quasi-emperor female official, they unleashed a terrifying killing intent.

"A killing formation left behind by the Immortal Emperor? That does seem rather troublesome."

Lin Xian spoke these words, yet his expression remained calm and composed. He strolled through the void with the agility of a celestial dragon, his feet treading on time, his figure ethereal, his movements faster than lightning, exuding an indescribable transcendence.

The Xingzi Secret Technique had evolved to its ultimate form, making both its execution and attacks incredibly graceful. A beam of light from time swept past, instantly turning several Great Saint Guards into dust of history before they could even utter a scream.

"Light of time!"

The Immortal Empress was shaken, recognizing this Taoist technique from the mythological era, and demanded, "What is your relationship with the Carefree Celestial Venerable?"

"Your information is too outdated." Lin Xian scoffed, "Who in the world doesn't know that the Carefree Celestial Venerable is my disciple?"

"You are the teacher of the Carefree Celestial Venerable, not a person of this era, but an ancient monster from the mythological age, or even more ancient, reborn from the ashes..."

The Immortal Queen's expression changed, realizing she was in trouble today. She had encountered an unfathomable figure who might actually have a way to break the Queen's plan.

"Have you not heard that those who are enlightened are teachers?"

Lin Xian laughed loudly, and the Time Blade appeared in his hand. Each strike aged people, and each line showed no mercy. The water shimmered, like a long river of time, with huge waves crashing down and the mortal world rolling. It was the change of an era, burying everything and submerging ancient history.

Each sparkling wave leaps forward, symbolizing a supreme being of a certain era, a fleeting and extraordinary flower.

It is the end of the immortal path that sighs at the beginningless past, it is the end of all laws that reveals the void, it is the lotus in the eternal blue sky, it is the divine silkworm emperor who has been born and died nine times... All these things, the thirty-three emperors transformed into the power of time to kill.

Millions of years of history have passed, and unless one becomes an immortal in the mortal world, even the supreme human being will have to shed a layer of skin!

Only the Chaos Body possesses boundless and inexhaustible magical power, capable of supporting such a magnificent divine ability. If an ordinary Quasi-Emperor were to unleash even one or two strikes, their life force would likely be drained.

"What terrifying magical powers! Even the young emperor is no match for them!"

The Undying Empress changed color and activated the divine nest built by the Phoenix Blood Tree. The immortal blood on it shimmered with divine light and was also bathed in the blood of the emperors. Over time, it became no less than a royal magic artifact.

One figure after another appeared, including the Fighting Saint Emperor, the Yin Human Emperor, the Sun Saint Emperor, and even the Divine Silkworm Emperor!
Throughout the entire Primordial Era, the shadow of the Undying Emperor loomed over every powerful individual who aspired to embark on the path to immortality. They would be ambushed by the Phoenix and tricked by its deceptive path to immortality. Even the strongest individuals who managed to escape death would inevitably shed some blood.

The Immortal Emperor's combat power is evident; it is terrifying to the extreme!
"As expected, the Emperor obtained the blood of the emperors, then bathed himself in it, achieving a phoenix-like rebirth, and lived life after life."

A flash of sword light pierced the universe, and a peerless master of the sword descended. He was neither exceptionally handsome nor full of bloodlust; he was simply an old Taoist carrying a woodcutter's knife. His only distinguishing feature was his deep-set eyes, which seemed to hold the secrets of the Eight Trigrams and the rise and fall of the Milky Way.

Another one about to attain enlightenment has definitely touched upon the laws of the Imperial Way!

"Who are you? How do you know such a top secret?"

The Undying Empress suddenly turned around, staring intently at the woodcutter, sensing the passage of time. He was also a peerless quasi-emperor who had self-proclaimed divine source.

Outside the mythical battlefield, several quasi-emperors who had arrived but dared not step into the battlefield were deeply shocked. The Immortal Emperor was still alive and using this method to prolong his life.

The blood of emperors is not easily shed; it inevitably involves a struggle for imperial power, a bloody and cruel affair.

"If the Emperor is still alive, then this is a huge problem."

An old quasi-emperor with yellow teeth scratched his head, looking very troubled, and muttered, "Granddaughter, you may be able to compete with that stone egg, but I, your grandpa, am afraid I'll be killed by the Emperor with a single stroke."

This is a quasi-emperor at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm. Although he is not as good as a person who is about to attain enlightenment, he is not far from that realm. However, compared to the Heavenly Emperor, he is just a slightly larger ant.

The several quasi-emperors outside the arena felt a chill run down their spines. They all had impressive backgrounds and knew that there was another Heavenly Emperor's son in the world!

What kind of constitution does the granddaughter of the Yellow-Toothed Emperor possess that allows her to fight against the bloodline of the Emperor?

"Grandpa..." the little girl pouted and said, "At worst, I'll just live a different life in the future."

“Once you miss your chance in this lifetime, you lose your ambition. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been stuck in the Eighth Heaven for so long.” The old man with yellow teeth scratched his head, looking very troubled. Back then, he encountered the ancient emperor in the history books, but he didn’t dare to go up and fight. He sealed himself in the Divine Source, and now he’s not even in the Ninth Heaven.

If I had gone up there to fight back then, I would have certainly lost, but at least I could have reached the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor and become a peerless master.

The struggle between emperors is a mysterious and profound matter; a single step behind leads to a series of setbacks, and a single misstep leads to a series of mistakes.

That's why the proudest heroes throughout history have been so stubborn and unyielding, preferring death to surrender.

“Senior, why don’t you let your granddaughter become a disciple of my Dao Palace?” A bearded quasi-emperor chuckled and pointed to the woodcutter in the mythical battlefield, saying, “That’s my teacher. He might become an emperor in this life. It wouldn’t be a disgrace to your granddaughter’s Supreme Immortal Body to have her as a disciple of a Great Emperor.”

The Supreme Immortal Body sent a shiver down everyone's spines. It was such a physique! The Eternal Ancient Star Domain had three great physiques: the Primal Demon Body, the Brahma Battle Body, and the Supreme Immortal Body, each more terrifying than the last.

Among them, the Supreme Immortal Body is the most powerful. Daring to use "Immortal" as its title, it is no ordinary person. It must be an outstanding figure who has amazed the ages.

"That old man, there is hope, of course, but, hehe, too small, too small." The old quasi-emperor with yellow teeth clicked his tongue twice, clearly not optimistic about the woodcutter. He was openly selling his granddaughter in public, as if he were a rare commodity.

In another life, the woodcutter would definitely have had a chance to become an emperor, revered by the world as the Moral Celestial Venerable, a late-blooming emperor after the Xuanwu Ancient Emperor.

However, in this life, even chaotic beings have emerged, so ordinary imperial sons have no hope, let alone an old Taoist.

The imperial throne is unique!

This is a consensus that has lasted for millennia. Otherwise, why would those who have attained enlightenment risk their lives in the mythical battlefield? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to become emperors one after the other?

The arrival of the woodcutter Taoist priest changed the atmosphere of the mythical battlefield once again; anyone who had the potential to become an emperor was now an enemy.

“Fellow Daoist, if you aspire to become an Emperor, why not join forces with us to eliminate this great threat?”

The Lord of the Divine Court shouted and actually invited the Woodcutter to join the battle. After fighting Ye Fan for so long, he was clearly not able to hold on any longer.

Ye Fan has mastered the Divine Restriction for so long that he is almost indistinguishable from a Supreme Being, practically residing in this realm. Once he enters, he essentially never leaves. The Emperor Lord, however, is different. Although he is about to attain Dao, he cannot remain in the Divine Restriction indefinitely. Once he withdraws, that is the moment he becomes at a disadvantage.

The woodcutter remained unmoved. Even when the Lord of the Divine Court threw the Emperor's Secret Technique over, he simply raised his woodcutter's axe. The blade flashed, cleaving through the universe, and actually cut the imperial technique in two, scattering it into the void.

“What use would I, a man on the verge of death, have for such harmful secret arts?” The old woodcutter shook his head and said, “The Emperor’s laws are not my way.”

Although his tone was calm, it carried an air of arrogance, showing disdain even for the Emperor's methods.

These words shocked the assembled heroes, who looked on with astonishment. This old quasi-emperor was about to pass away, yet he had actually embarked on his own imperial path. It was simply unbelievable!
"Damn it, could it really be that he's going to become emperor?"

The old quasi-emperor with yellow teeth felt a tremor in his heart, but his hands moved quickly. The old woodcutter looked down on that Emperor's secret technique, but he did. If he could use it to help his granddaughter build her foundation, she might be able to compete with the Chaos Body in the future.

The withered, large hand grabbed half a page of the Imperial Scripture and was about to grab the other page when it suddenly collided with a bloated, large hand.

"Damn it, there's even a quasi-emperor!"

"That unscrupulous Celestial Venerable, this item is destined for me..."

A ruddy-faced, fat Taoist priest tore through the void and snatched the half of the Imperial Scripture. His smile was sly, but his aura was terrifying, and he had the Devouring Demon Jar on his head, making him impossible to ignore.

The newcomer was none other than Duan De!

So many years have passed, and he has achieved perfect enlightenment, transforming into a genuine Quasi-Emperor. Between his brows and eyes, he actually possesses a certain majesty of a Heavenly Venerable.

"Another Imperial Artifact!"

The quasi-emperors trembled, not daring to confront him, fearing they would be turned into trash by the Devouring Demon Jar.

"Young Ye, Holy Lord Lin, do you need my help? Let's make it clear first, I want seven layers of the Phoenix Nest's treasure, and less of the Divine Court's. How about I give you a friendly price of 50%?"

Duan De shouted, his outrageous demands causing everyone present, friend or foe, to twitch at the corner of their mouths. He was utterly shameless, taking the opportunity to extort money.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar was earth-shattering, unleashing its supreme divine power and showering down countless strands of immortal radiance. It was terrifying to the extreme and could revive at any moment.

"Fellow Daoists, with your help, the Heavenly Emperor is not dead. He is a supreme immortal, and when he descends in the future, he will surely reward you according to your merits."

The Undying Empress shouted, using both enticement and threat to get the quasi-emperors present to help her.

Helping her on the spot is a meritorious act of supporting the emperor; if we don't help, we will naturally be held accountable when the emperor returns.

The quasi-emperors present were not fools; they naturally understood the implied meaning, yet they couldn't help but feel terrified. They were no match for even the Supreme Beings, let alone the Supreme Emperor.

A blatant threat may be despicable, but it can be effective.

At this critical moment, Lin Xian's loud laughter rang out. In order to stabilize the morale of the troops, he shouted: "If the Undying Emperor really wanted to descend, he would have descended long ago. Undying Empress, have you forgotten who suppressed you in Purple Mountain hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Purple Mountain Dojo—this almost all points to a great emperor.

The Great Emperor Wushi!

The auras of all the quasi-emperors present froze instantly. They recalled that man, who was invincible in the nine heavens and ten earths, who swept away all enemies, frightened the underworld to flee to the chaos, and shocked the major forbidden zones of life into silence, not even having the courage to emerge and fight.

What happened over the past tens of thousands of years? The Great Emperor Wushi entered Zishan, suppressed the Undying Empress, and once brought out the Heavenly Emperor.

What will be the outcome of the clash between the first emperor of the Primordial Era and the last emperor of the Desolate Era?
Everyone wants to know the ending.

"Without beginning!"

The Immortal Queen turned pale and gritted her teeth as she spat out those two words.

"Indeed, it is the Great Emperor Wushi."

Lin Xian solemnly said, "As long as the Emperor is immortal, he will never perish, and he will never be lonely at any level. Empress, please take care of yourself. The Emperor is too busy to take care of himself."

"impossible."

Having her biggest trump card exposed, a ferocious look appeared on the Immortal Empress's fair face, and she said in an icy voice, "I know the Emperor is still alive; he is still in the mortal world!"

"Wu Shi has only cultivated for tens of thousands of years, how could he be a match for the Heavenly Emperor?"

One is a great emperor from hundreds of thousands of years ago, and the other is an emperor who has lived for millions of years. By all accounts, the latter has a greater chance of winning.

The immortal queen couldn't understand what variables were involved.

"Emperor Ye has been reincarnated and has only cultivated for a hundred years, yet he still manages to suppress the Divine Court Master who has cultivated for thousands of years, doesn't he?" Lin Xian smiled slightly and said, "Throughout the ages, there have always been some exceptions who transcend common sense."

"kill!"

Ye Fan roared, his golden blood energy soaring into the sky. He had almost achieved the Great Perfection of his Sacred Body, abandoning all combat skills and even Daoist techniques and supernatural powers. He only relied on close combat that was close to his primal instincts, standing at the pinnacle of life and becoming extremely powerful!
"war!"

The Emperor roared as well, fighting desperately. A Vermilion Bird stood on the dragon's head, striking across the universe. A sea of ​​fire burned the sky, and the laws shook the heavens and earth. Nine ancient characters surrounded his body, which were manifestations of the Daoist scriptures.

After a dozen or so exchanges, it was as if the universe was destroyed and the galaxy shattered. Both were stained with blood, countless runes appeared, and the flower of the Great Dao bloomed. They fought to the highest point of their lives, reaching a state of intense and fierce battle.

Rumble... After the Emperor Lord unleashed his most powerful attack, his expression suddenly changed, and his aura weakened. After all, he was not an Emperor and could not remain permanently in the Divine Forbidden Domain.

"good chance!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly, and took the opportunity to activate the All-Encompassing Secret Technique, comprehensively enhancing his physical qualities. Whether it was combat power, speed, or primordial spirit, they were all directly sublimated to ten times!
This increase and decrease completely widened the gap!
An aura of ancient supreme beings emanated, sweeping across the mythical battlefield. All essence, energy, and spirit were integrated into it, achieving a true sublimation, almost as if it were about to create the world.

"Is he about to become emperor?"

"The aura of an ancient emperor!"

The quasi-emperors on the mythical battlefield all changed color and retreated hundreds of millions of miles, not daring to even touch the aftershocks. Even the Phoenix Nest was shaken, emitting phoenix cries that resounded throughout the nine heavens.

The emperor's expression changed drastically. He dared not risk his life and turned to leave, transforming into a red dragon to soar into the sky.

"Can you leave?"

Ye Fan unleashed a punch, reigning supreme over the vast universe. His black hair was disheveled, and his gaze was like lightning. He was like a great emperor descending, exuding an aura of supreme authority that made even quasi-emperors want to bow down.

A single, earth-shattering punch, truly like the attack of an emperor, incredibly powerful, unprecedented in the past and never to be seen again, a battle to be fought only once.

With a crack, the crimson dragon armor shattered into countless fragments, even piercing through the Emperor's primordial spirit, which gradually dimmed and withered like a flower.

It's a pity that a quasi-emperor of the Ninth Heaven died just like that, so cleanly and decisively, without any suspense.

(End of this chapter)