Chen Xia was still standing.
The Great Emperor beside him had already left, saying he needed to hurry back to the front lines to fight.
After investigating, the other cultivators gradually entered the logistics department, curiously looking around.
A fellow Heaven Mending Realm cultivator ran up to Chen Xia's side and said admiringly,
"Senior Chen, I didn't know you were so impressive, even the Great Emperor thinks highly of you!"
"It's nothing special," Chen Xia replied, his eyes somewhat distant, lost in thought.
He wasn't thinking about the battlefield, but rather about the matters that concerned him.
He hoped everything was alright, with no unexpected occurrences. No unexpected occurrences.
As one gets older and sees more, one tends to worry more and mutter to oneself.
This is unavoidable.
On the battlefield front lines.
The seventeen Great Emperors guarding the enormous celestial body spoke again to discuss.
"This person has arrived, a four-path Great Saint. Should we first test his abilities to see if he truly qualifies as a four-path Great Saint?"
"No rush, let him acclimate first. After he's familiar with the front-line battlefield, then we'll have him fight with all his might."
A short old man with eyebrows like starry rivers snorted coldly and said disdainfully,
"No need to acclimate, just let me personally fight him. That will naturally verify his abilities. If he's lying, we'll have Tian Sen the Great Emperor come explain himself."
A middle-aged man with the sun and moon on his shoulders, seemingly at odds with the old man, retorted,
"How can you act like that, fighting everyone you meet? Why don't you go beat yourself up?"
"If I could, I really would!" the old man snorted.
"Heh," the middle-aged man scoffed.
Then no one spoke, all eyes turning to the central Great Emperor, waiting for his decision.
"He will acclimate for a few months, then enter the battlefield," the central Great Emperor decided, ending the topic before moving on to the next issue.
"How are the preparations for connecting with the myriad worlds to jointly resist the Heavenly Dao Reckoning? Have we made contact?" the central Great Emperor continued.
"Uh... we made contact, but the other side doesn't seem very friendly. It's a Great Emperor who also seems to be in battle. I contacted him, but before I could speak, he told me to get lost."
The short old man frowned, "That's quite a temper."
"Indeed, I hadn't finished speaking when he grabbed my divine sense and slapped it back twice."
"Such a volatile temper, which Great Emperor from the myriad worlds is it?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I don't know, but he looked somewhat like a dog, or maybe a human-like dog. It's hard to tell. His fur was slightly yellow."
"..."
"Then let's try contacting other Great Emperors from the myriad worlds. Hopefully, we can reach a few Great Emperors from the myriad worlds and get assistance before the Way of Heaven seals off the Great Heaven."
"Mm."
The seventeen Great Emperors concluded their discussion.
On the battle lines.
Emperor Tianhe, clad in pure white armor, had already charged through once, holding two heads of Dark Invasion-corrupted saints in his hands, which he casually tossed aside before preparing to kill others.
"Hehe, slow down, friend." A cold laugh rang out as black mist condensed into a twisted figure.
"Wuyin." Emperor Tianhe frowned.
"Long time no see, Tianhe," the twisted figure known as Wuyin sighed, then shook his head.
"That day I invited you to join the Dark Invasion, but you refused. Now look at you, a poor little homeless bug. Tsk tsk, how lamentable."
Emperor Tianhe's face remained expressionless. "You've joined and gained so little. That's even more pitiful."
"Haha, you'll have to test for yourself to know the extent of my improvement. Now that the Heavenly Dao Reckoning has descended, the Dark Invasion has given great cultivators a path to survival. If you're unwilling to take this path to survival, then die quickly."
Immense spiritual energy instantly pressed down. This was a battle between Great Emperors, a clash of top-tier powers.
The Great Heaven has many saints. Even small star regions can produce over a hundred saints, while large star regions have thousands.
In the entire Great Heaven, there are tens of thousands of saints.
But Great Emperors are different.
The number of Great Emperor positions in the myriad worlds is fixed, with a maximum of only three hundred Great Emperor seats. The Great Heaven has just over a hundred Great Emperors at most, and after subtracting those who joined the Dark Invasion, there are even fewer left.
This is why a four-path Great Saint like Chen Xia receives such great attention.
Because Chen Xia's lower limit is that of an ordinary Great Emperor, while his upper limit is unknown. Perhaps... perhaps he could even touch the threshold of the Supreme.
The future is distant, the path even longer.
Pushed by the River of Time, who can be certain?
At the boundary between the Great Heaven and the myriad worlds, at the very bottom of the Great Heaven and the highest point of completion.
Martial Emperor Chen Jiu sat here, occasionally glancing around, as if waiting for someone.
"It's been a while," a light laugh sounded as a thin figure emerged.
It was Emperor Witch.
The Martial Emperor turned to look, "Four paths now, not bad."
"Almost five paths," Emperor Witch corrected.
"That's still just 'almost'. There's still some distance to the Supreme," the Martial Emperor shook his head and corrected in turn.
Emperor Witch's expression remained calm as he suddenly asked, "Am I your chosen Supreme One?"
The Martial Emperor replied nonchalantly,
"Half of one, I suppose. If you can break through the realm barrier, you might barely qualify. If not, then you can't, and you'll continue to be a formation eye."
"Your words truly make me sick," Emperor Witch frowned, looking up at the bottom of the Great Heaven before asking again,
"What did you do to the Way of Heaven to make it so frenzied now?"
The Martial Emperor laughed loudly, "It's nothing more than changing the face of things. This Way of Heaven has existed for too long; replacing it isn't out of the question."
Emperor Witch stared at the Martial Emperor for a long time before asking again,
"Is Chen Xia a candidate for the Supreme One?"
The Martial Emperor nodded, "He has been for a long time. His talent is very high; he might become the most crucial part of the plan."
Emperor Witch nodded and asked one last question, "Why did you ask me to come here?"
The Martial Emperor chuckled, turning to look directly at Emperor Witch, and said with a smile,
"To see if you can truly secure your position as half a Supreme One candidate."
As he finished speaking, he clenched his fist.
Martial fortune shone like the light of realms, dazzlingly bright.
Today at noon, sunny turning cloudy, clouds turning to rain, 19°C.
Emperor Witch fell from the highest point of the myriad worlds to the lowest point, taking a quarter of an hour plus two breaths.
The process involved taking a punch from the Martial Emperor in the first two breaths, then falling for a quarter of an hour.
A new record, one might say.
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