A single lotus standing beneath an eternal azure sky — leaving behind only one solitary sigh echoing through the void — and just like that, it vanished forever, never to appear again in the mortal world.

Many hearts were filled with boundless sorrow, even a sense of loss. Such an Emperor, one who had shaken the ancient past and illuminated the present age, had disappeared permanently.

In his prime, he had been full of vigor and radiant grace — in his youth he had been wild and untamed, leaving all contemporaries far behind him, stunning the world with his brilliance.

And now, a hero with white hair was gone forever, returned to the yellow earth.

The glory that belonged to him had submerged an entire era. No one could rival his splendor — not even the sun and moon in the heavens could compete; they could only grow dim beside him.

Those who had walked alongside him in the same generation had long since perished, obscured by his shadow, having passed away years ago. Only he had remained, solitary in this world — yet now he too had finally taken his final bow.

What would the Green Emperor have looked like at twenty — how magnificent and towering his bearing? At forty — how heroic and formidable his spirit? At a hundred — how utterly peerless and invincible?

Everyone present was asking themselves inwardly: if they were the same age, how vast would the gap between them and the Green Emperor be? If they were of the same generation, how far would they have been left behind?

Those living-fossil-level figures were comparing themselves to him most keenly of all: if they were the Green Emperor, what state would they be in at over three thousand years of age? Certainly not struggling as their life force neared exhaustion — most likely they would have long since stood without equal across all of ancient and modern history.

Many young women felt their hearts stirring with ripples of longing: to stand by the Green Emperor’s side would leave no regrets in this life.

Dressed in green robes from head to toe, magnificent throughout his entire life — in the end, he had come from chaos, and to chaos he had returned. Only a single sigh remained.

Thousands of illusions of sword energy rose as storms and clouds stirred; a vast expanse of sword light illuminated the boundless mountain ranges of the Qin Mountains. Not everyone was lost in grief — some had already moved first, lunging to seize that piece of green copper.

All manner of magical treasures surged forth simultaneously; all manner of sacred weapons and sharp blades emerged at once — golden cauldrons, stone bells, bronze pagodas, silver furnaces and more all flew out together, densely packed across the sky, descending in unison.

The Immortal Transformation Pool — the birthplace of the Green Emperor, where he had taken root upon the green copper block, and where he had re-emerged in the same fashion — there was not a single person whose heart was not moved by it.

The Golden Taiji Disc appeared. Ye Fan let out a great roar, engaging in fierce battle against powerful fighters from all directions; from within the lake waters surged wave after wave of immortal light, providing him with boundless divine power.

Once this disc appeared, the ten thousand techniques could not touch him. He sent one half-step Grand Ability flying, that person coughing blood from their mouth, their body trembling and swaying.

“Pfft!”

On the other side, the Northern Emperor Wang Teng appeared, even more fierce and sharp. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opened wide, his pupils blazing with light, manifesting the mysteries of the cosmic starry sky — every ray of light was like a sword of chaos.

“Clang!” “Clang!”…

Wang Teng’s gaze was like the ocean; his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye fired in all directions like heavenly swords slashing downward, cleaving a fire furnace that one Grand Ability cultivator had summoned into scattered fragments, ultimately piercing straight through it.

“Pfft!”

His black hair flew wildly, his eyes crackling with lightning, and gripping the Emperor’s Sword in hand he arrived in a single stride, slashing horizontally across — a flash of bloody light, and a magnificent head went flying.

One Grand Ability cultivator was thus cut down by him, body and head separated, each flying in opposite directions, blood spraying far into the distance, staining the banks of the Immortal Transformation Pool crimson.

“Bang!”

A great demon lord stepped forward, just about to seize the green copper block, when golden divine light erupted from beneath Wang Teng’s feet and an ancient imperial war chariot appeared — nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine Black Tortoises spiraled around it, their radiance submerging heaven and earth.

The war chariot charged through, sending that demon lord stumbling back; the green copper block flew up again, once more an ownerless object. Wang Teng reached out his great hand to seize it.

“Clang!”

Ye Fan’s body transformed into a dragon-shaped Dao-mark curve from the Taiji divine diagram and came crashing in, sending Wang Teng’s war chariot smashing to the side with a thunderous jolt that nearly overturned it entirely.

“You’re seeking death!” Wang Teng said coldly, raising his sword to cleave — a golden rainbow slash cut out.

On the other side, several Eastern Wasteland sacred masters made their move, reaching forward to seize the green copper, all manner of sacred-master-level weapons emerging together.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, from within the ancient dragon vein cave, rosy clouds shot into the sky as the Monkey gripped his great staff and swept horizontally, piercing straight through one of the ancestral roots; over a dozen living beings fled in all directions — some were small horses, some resembled flying swallows…

“Phantasmal-grade Divine Marrow!”

The crowd cried out in shock. From that direction came wave after wave of fragrant scent — even from a great distance, everyone could smell it, as though it had soaked into their very bones and souls.

“Bang!”

The Monkey reached out one massive golden hand and seized a creature resembling a squirrel, then threw his head back and let out a long howl, channeling all his power to refine it into a single piece of dragon marrow.

“Heavens — Phantasmal-grade Divine Marrow!”

Every single sacred master present lost their composure. Many people abandoned the contest for the green copper block and headed straight toward the ten-thousand-year-old dragon cave, for to those whose life force was nearly exhausted, that was the most precious immortal treasure in all the world.

The Monkey had already caught one; everyone else was agitated. There were still over a dozen immortal spirit creatures — if they could be caught in their entirety, what a divine treasury that would be?!

Of course, the green copper was the supreme treasure of the Central Province and it was impossible for every single pinnacle figure to abandon it; many continued fighting over it, all exerting their full strength.

Ye Fan and Wang Teng were practically locked together. He used the Battle Sage techniques to manifest the Golden Taiji Disc — the ten thousand techniques could not break through it — and used the immortal pool’s light to replenish his divine power while resisting the Northern Emperor.

The two clashed fiercely, and ordinary individuals couldn’t approach at all; only sacred-master-level fighters could engage them both. Each side harbored the intent to kill the other, making the battle exceptionally brutal.

“Bang!”

A golden Taiji descended from the heavens and collided with the nine dragons, nine phoenixes, nine tigers, and nine Black Tortoises, releasing a heaven-shaking boom. The golden war chariot rumbled like thunder, countless bolts of electric light blazing dazzlingly.

Above it, the phantom silhouette of an ancient Emperor flickered in and out of visibility, almost truly manifesting, releasing a terrifying fluctuation that made people’s scalps go numb.

The sounds were unceasing, crashing in thunderous madness. Ye Fan’s Golden Taiji Disc and the ancient war chariot both vibrated violently, nearly shattering apart.

In this moment, Ye Fan’s heart surged with shock. Were it not for the immortal light flying toward him like an ocean, this ancient war chariot would have been truly difficult to withstand — the Emperor silhouette upon it was far too terrifying.

“Boom!”

With another violent crash, Ye Fan unleashed the Immortal-Sealing Six Locks and everything else he had, converting the Immortal Transformation Lake to his own use. Throughout the void there were imprints everywhere, enigmatic characters everywhere, moving like tiny dragons swimming through water.

The golden ancient war chariot was also like a deep abyss, golden divine light surging outward — nine of each of the four great sacred beings flanking it, as though protecting an ancient imperial star of the North, making all who beheld it tremble.

“Boom!”

Finally, that ancient Emperor opened his eyes and released a sound like the universe’s first opening — a single note that pierced straight through heaven and earth. Ye Fan’s entire body went cold, and he was driven backward.

“Ah…”

A wave of agonized screams came from behind — at least a dozen powerful cultivators had their blood staining the yellow earth, all of them crashing to the ground, pierced through by the force unleashed from the ancient Emperor’s phantom.

“Ye Fan, surrender your life!” Wang Teng roared, bringing the Emperor’s Sword straight down with a cleave, his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opening as well, while a strange additional force also struck out.

Ye Fan’s heart jolted — he sensed a familiar energy signature. There was a power on his opponent that felt both familiar and close to him!

The Nine Secrets!

His opponent was deploying the Nine Secrets against him — clearly a terrifying absolute technique. In this moment he used the “Movement” Secret Art to dodge to one side, then unleashed a multitude of absolute techniques, merging all his various secret arts into one unified strike.

A thunderous roar rang out as source arts hooked into the immortal lake, sending it boiling, vast as a great ocean, to resist the Northern Emperor.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, a violent crash came from the distance — the Great Xia Sacred Master had regained control of the Paramount Sword and was rushing over from a distant mountain peak, the extreme Dao imperial might surging forth in waves.

This was an extraordinarily terrifying power. Though not as terrifying as when in the grip of a sacred being — not enough to sever a meteorite from beyond the boundary — it was nonetheless enough to erase all life in this area.

However, he did not dare strike out against everyone simultaneously — after all, the Great Xia was not the only power in this world to possess an extreme Dao imperial weapon; other great powers had them as well. To kill everyone here now would invite retribution upon the Great Xia in the future.

On the other side, the Crimson Dragon Daoist and the Peacock King also retrieved the Chaotic Green Lotus and held it in opposition against the Paramount Sword, dissolving most of the imperial might — otherwise everything would have completely shattered apart.

“Boom!”

Duan De also finally made his move. He actually took a stand alongside the Old Blind Man, the two deficient imperial weapons joining together into the most terrifying Upper Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar.

In this moment, everyone shuddered. A faint, distant sigh that seemed to almost not exist drifted out, causing many living-fossil-level figures to be filled with horror.

“The divine entity within this extreme Dao imperial weapon has always been alive — it can revive very easily!” The hair on everyone’s arms stood up at once. If it were to strike out even once, a million li of Qin Mountains would cease to exist.

Duan De and the Old Blind Man had no designs on the green copper — they actually appeared at the entrance to the ten-thousand-year-old dragon cave, competing for the Phantasmal-grade Divine Marrow.

The so-called Phantasmal-grade Divine Marrow consisted of a single mother plant, yet it had grown in a terrifying manner, giving birth from the mother plant to a number of smaller living creatures. Although these creatures were agile and possessed extreme speed, even they could not all escape under the imperial weapon.

When the Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar emerged, its supreme imperial might surged forth, nearly reaching the six directions and eight wastes. It plunged straight into the earth beneath, forcibly extracting two of the living creatures upward — a small golden dog and a small pink mouse.

“Ha ha ha…” Fat Duan laughed wildly, though his eyes simultaneously darted toward the distant green copper. The Old Blind Man’s whites were also rolling back, revealing his true Heavenly Eye, incomparably excited.

Witnessing this scene, everyone else’s eyes grew even redder. More of the pinnacle figures contesting over the green copper block broke away and surged into the ancient cave.

“Boom!”

The Middle Emperor appeared, striking with sweeping force, each fist blasting apart a section of the ancient cave as he pressed step by step toward the deepest part of the dragon vein.

At the same time, the Ji Family’s sacred master, the Yao Guang sacred master, the Jiang Family’s sacred master and others arrived virtually drenched in blood, having slaughtered several powerful enemies before charging into the dragon cave.

“Roar…”

Pinnacle figures howled, shaking mountains and rivers in life-or-death battle.

By the shore of the immortal pool, the battle had almost reached a white-hot intensity. Among the sacred-master-level figures alone, eight had already died — a matter that would shake the world. In this era after the ancient Emperors’ passing, they were the masters of this great land!

“Clang!” “Clang!”…

Ye Fan and Wang Teng’s battle finally separated them again. Wang Teng’s golden ancient war chariot was truly strange, and he possessed endless secret arts, manifesting one of the supreme secret techniques of the Chaos Ancient Emperor — a world-covering secret art — and cleaved down a second Grand Ability cultivator!

It could be said that in this place, astride the golden ancient war chariot, he was nearly invincible, unstoppable in every direction.

“Ye Fan, surrender your life!”

“Bang…”

Another fierce and intense great battle — the Golden Taiji Disc nearly shattered apart. However, the immortal lake in this place had endless immortal light that could be borrowed, compensating for Ye Fan’s shortfall in divine power.

He used source arts together with sacred arts in combat, resisting this powerful enemy.

Facing the golden ancient war chariot, not only was Ye Fan wary of it — even other sacred masters and demon lords were filled with dread, forced to fall back.

Because once the ancient Emperor’s phantom atop the golden war chariot opened its eyes, it could nearly erase all powerful enemies; anyone had to dodge out of the way.

Brutal combat raged; many people died violent deaths. Yet the green copper block had still not fallen into anyone’s hands — every person who charged close to it perished.

“Boom!”

Over a dozen cultivators were driven into the immortal lake, among them one person who cried out in alarm — something the size of a fist beneath his feet had pierced straight through his sole, leaving it split open and bleeding profusely.

“This is…”

When the others saw that object, they were all startled — it was a fragment of an inherited sacred weapon!

“Pfft!”

That cultivator was immediately turned into a blood mist on the spot, as a group of powerful fighters surged in to contest the weapon fragment.

On the shore, the heroes battled. Wang Teng himself could fight a sacred master, peerless and without equal, and moreover he stood atop the golden ancient war chariot, upon which the ancient Emperor periodically opened his eyes to erase powerful fighters — he was unstoppable in every direction he faced.

Here, only Ye Fan using his source arts could compete with him. One had to admit the Source Heavenly Scripture plundered the mysteries of Heaven Above — in such a supremely rare immortal territory, it could make one person seemingly capable of anything.

Finally, the Northern Emperor seized absolute initiative, the first to reach the green copper block, seizing it in his hand. His pupils shifted toward Ye Fan not far away, a sliver of cold light emerging in his gaze.

“Dong!”

Yet suddenly the green copper block jolted and flew out of Wang Teng’s hand, flying not toward Ye Fan but straight at him instead. At this critical moment, Ye Fan finally deployed his just-glimpsed “Weapon” Secret Art, seizing another’s sacred weapon!

“Hum!”

Suddenly the void trembled, and a terrifying Ascending Immortal Force struck — assaulting Ye Fan from behind. In the distance, three hundred and sixty-five golden divine phantom silhouettes appeared simultaneously, like a starfield sweeping horizontally across the sky.