“A business partner, isn’t that just an accomplice?” Chen Xia furrowed his brows and asked.
“Pretty much,” Daoist Suppressing Heaven replied.
“Then tell me your plan first. Why would I be the one to close the era?” Chen Xia inquired further.
“Because you’re the only one with the chance to fight the Martial Emperor. In my calculations, you will eventually rise to the pinnacle, becoming one of the true elite in All Heavens World, and personally end the era of the Martial Emperor. That makes you the closer of the old era,” Daoist Suppressing Heaven explained.
Chen Xia did not respond immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded and said, “You’re quite adept at calculations. Even things so far into the future have been predicted by you.”
“It’s only passable,” Daoist Suppressing Heaven replied.
Inner demon leaned against the wall in the background, his arms crossed as he listened to the two’s conversation. There was no significant fluctuation in his emotions. This was because Inner demon's presence was not a part of Daoist Suppressing Heaven’s plan. Inner demon had no future; he would become Chen Xia, likely in the near future. So, he did not even bother looking at the two of them. Instead, he gazed at the evening glow in the sky, watching the sunset as it disappeared into the sea of clouds, the light gradually fading.
But soon…
Everything would be plunged into endless darkness.
The entire Immortal Realm entered a state of stillness. The Divine Realm cultivators and the Immortal Realm cultivators found themselves in an eerie peace, with no incidents arising.
The various Great Emperors also went into seclusion, all focused on their cultivation. Time flowed slowly, yet passed unnoticeably.
Among the realms.
Today, Wang Yangzi, unusually, stepped to the highest point of the realm, a flying sword hanging at his waist. His tall figure stood firm, his expression slightly grave.
He saw the birds, various clouds, and even stars, as well as many small worlds.
But none of these were what he wanted to see.
The figure of Wu Saint emerged faintly beside him, standing on one side and asking,
“Are you really leaving?”
“I’ve obtained some information and naturally need to go help. I’m already a quasi-Great Emperor, and with one more step, I’ll become a Great Emperor. I should at least be able to assist him in some way,” Wang Yangzi replied softly.
Wu Saint nodded. “I won’t stop you, but since the situation in the Immortal Realm is too chaotic, I must advise you.”
“It’s precisely because it’s chaotic that I need to go. Chen Xia is already the Azure Sky Medicine Ancestor there, and he must need manpower. I could go and do some odd jobs for him, maybe even help with refining pills. I won’t say much more…” Wang Yangzi chuckled lightly with Wu Saint and concluded,
“I’m off.”
He stepped out of the realm and moved toward the void, searching for the Immortal Realm.
Many years had passed, and his lifespan was now down to a small portion. It would be nice to meet Chen Xia during these final moments.
Reunion with an old friend, would it be filled with excitement?
He moved slowly through the void, not daring to go too fast, and had to pause slightly at each interface to ease the pressure on the realm.
The journey ahead was long and difficult, with many forks in the road.
After three thousand years of stillness in the Immortal Realm, divine light suddenly descended from the sky, more powerful than any Great Emperor, and with an aggressive force, it landed heavily on the overarching state of Cloud-Reached Continent. It even repaired the Cloud-Reached Continent that had been split by Chen Xia.
This force was no less than that of the Lord of the Divine Realm. When the crowd reacted, they recognized the identity of the newcomer.
It was the Supreme One.
The Supreme One of the Supreme Realm had entered the game!
And he had taken up residence in Cloud-Reached Continent, which was adjacent to Treasure Ring Scale State.
Was this intentional?
The cultivators couldn’t determine, but they knew that as soon as the Supreme One arrived, the Lord of the Divine Realm appeared at the highest point of Treasure Ring Scale State, directly facing Cloud-Reached Continent, their auras clashing with the Supreme One.
Neither of the two Five Paths Great Emperors spoke, but from that day onward, all Divine Realm cultivators in Cloud-Reached Continent withdrew, replaced by the Grand Emperors of the Supreme Realm.
Daoist Suppressing Heaven stood at the Heaven Pill Gate, observing quietly, and uttered one sentence:
“The situation is forming.”
When the other few Five Paths Great Emperors enter the fray, the Supreme Game shall begin, and the era of chaos shall unfold.
Inner demon stood by the wall, his eyes sharp, and said,
“When I reach my full power, I won’t be inferior to them.”
“Indeed, you won’t be inferior, but you might not have the chance to reach your full potential,” Daoist Suppressing Heaven shook his head, then addressed Chen Xia,
“Once the Five Paths Great Emperors settle into the Immortal Realm, it will be time for you to become a False Great Emperor.”
“How should I do that, and will a False Great Emperor be powerful?” Chen Xia asked.
“A False Great Emperor’s combat prowess is no less than a Great Emperor’s, but they are not recognized by the Way of Heaven, so their capabilities in the grand dao will be somewhat limited. However, with your four dao paths becoming a False Great Emperor, you’ll be strong enough to go head-to-head with those Five Paths Great Emperors,” Daoist Suppressing Heaven explained.
“Oh,” Chen Xia nodded, looking toward Cloud-Reached Continent and Treasure Ring Scale State. Given the current situation, he indeed needed to greatly enhance his combat strength to compete with these Five Paths Great Emperors, so the title of False Great Emperor would suffice.
“By the way, how many of the two half-Great Emperor pills you promised to the Lord of the Divine Realm have you given him so far?” Daoist Suppressing Heaven suddenly asked.
“So far, I’ve given him half of one,” Chen Xia replied.
Daoist Suppressing Heaven was silent for a moment, then nodded, saying, “No wonder you’ve done it.”
He added,
“Regarding the pills, you should give them to him sooner rather than later. Avoid making the Lord of the Divine Realm harbor any resentment toward you and consequently distrusting us.”
“It’s like we’ve been giving him too many pleasing expressions. Otherwise, shall we just take care of him directly? After all, you are the Supreme,” Chen Xia suggested.
Daoist Suppressing Heaven glanced at him and said helplessly,
“If I do away with him, the Martial Emperor will immediately do the same to me.”
“That’s a big fish eating a small fish,” Chen Xia commented, then asked again, “By the way, how do I become a False Great Emperor?”
“Unite the fortunes of the past and the future, gather them together, and form a Great Emperor’s fortune,” Daoist Suppressing Heaven replied.
“Explain in terms I can understand.”
“It means gathering the people who share great fortunes with you, using the past and future, to deceive the Way of Heaven, allowing all four of your dao paths to ascend, and forcing you to become a False Great Emperor!”
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