Is It Your Dad

Daoist Suppressing Heaven only explained how to become a Pseudo-Emperor, but did not elaborate on the specifics. Even when Chen Xia inquired, he merely replied blandly with a single word:

"Wait."

What are we waiting for?

Daoist Suppressing Heaven did not answer, but Chen Xia had a fairly good idea.

They were waiting for the other Great Realm Masters to arrive and for the Immortal Realm to descend into true chaos. This was the timing Daoist Suppressing Heaven was waiting for.

Chen Xia once asked Daoist Suppressing Heaven a question, quietly chuckling as if it were a joke, but the question was far from simple. He asked:

"Why are you opposing the Martial Emperor? Is it simply because you can't stand him, or are you trying to become a hero who saves the myriad realms, revered by millions?"

Daoist Suppressing Heaven, operating through his puppet body, fell silent for a moment before replying in a stiff, slow voice: "Practitioners cultivate. The longer they cultivate, the more their mindset changes. When young, everyone wants to reach the pinnacle, and they should. But what happens after they reach the top?"

"Give up and wait for death," Chen Xia replied.

"Give up and wait for death..." Daoist Suppressing Heaven repeated, then fell silent again, continuing:

"Living aimlessly for a century is fine, even a millennium, and a ten thousand years might be bearable. But what about tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years?"

"Once a practitioner reaches the pinnacle, they often carry a deep-seated obsession, something they must accomplish. It's this obsession that keeps them alive, unyielding, for eons."

"The Martial Emperor's obsession is an equal world, while the other Great Realm Masters' obsession is to reach the highest peak."

"My obsession, however, is to emerge victorious in this conflict that has been brewing for hundreds of thousands of years, to prove that my Dao is no less than the Martial Emperor's."

Having finished speaking, Daoist Suppressing Heaven turned to look at Chen Xia, asking:

"And what is your obsession?"

"Give up and wait for death," Chen Xia answered calmly.

The conversation abruptly halted, as Chen Xia's two responses left Daoist Suppressing Heaven at a loss for words.

Chen Xia was indeed different from others, with a fundamentally different thought process.

Daoist Suppressing Heaven's puppet body fell silent for a moment before continuing: "After the Supreme descends, the other five Great Emperors should be arriving soon. At that time, we'll need to cooperate with the Lord of the Divine Realm, and the other five Great Emperors will come to East Jia State. You need to be able to defend yourself."

"I'd like to," Chen Xia nodded, then frowned, "But I can't beat them."

This wasn't a lack of confidence; even with confidence, it wouldn't change the fact that unless he was willing to risk his life and crash the forces of two realms against them, he would be easily manipulated by the five Great Emperors.

"You'll be able to," Daoist Suppressing Heaven simply said, with an air of mystery.

No one understood, nor could they fathom what he meant.

Daoist Suppressing Heaven never explained his schemes to others, often saying:

"A scheme is about planning and calculating everyone's actions and thoughts, even my own. If I explain it too clearly, the scheme won't be precise."

"Boring. Feels like it's not worth the trouble," Chen Xia rolled his eyes, giving a brief evaluation.

For thousands of years in the Immortal Realm, he had been waiting for Daoist Suppressing Heaven's so-called scheme, and now, it seemed, the time had come.

Chen Xia turned his gaze toward Treasure Ring Scale State and the other great states, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed these so-called primal lands.

The goal of these five Great Emperors was to seize territory, and the East Jia State beneath his feet was no exception.

"A weak man owning a precious treasure is guilty in itself."

Chen Xia was well aware of this phrase and understood that the other five Great Emperors likely harbored covetous eyes on East Jia State, perhaps even plotting to strike at any moment.

Chen Xia lowered his head slightly, muttering softly but with certainty:

"Fortunately, I'm not a weak man."

A thousand years after the Supreme took control of Treasure Ring Scale State, an old man descended from the Ninth Mountain.

An existence that could set the entire Immortal Realm ablaze. Stepping directly from the Ninth Mountain, he descended onto Treasure Ring Scale State, overlooking the land below, his hands behind his back as he calmly asked the figure in the central mountains:

"It's been so many years since you settled in our Immortal Realm. You've certainly profited. What are your thoughts?"

"Thoughts?" The Lord of the Divine Realm's aged voice replied, "The Immortal Realm carries too much weight. Your abilities are insufficient to protect it. What thoughts could I possibly have? If you want to know, go ask the Martial Emperor."

The two supreme beings of the myriad realms exchanged words calmly, and the news spread, shocking the Great Emperors and revealing some hidden truths.

The leader of the Nine Mountains lowered his head, gazing at the map of Treasure Ring Scale State, remaining silent for a long time before looking up and saying softly:

"Well, you won't be staying here for much longer. These are but fleeting days."

After speaking, the leader of the Nine Mountains left Treasure Ring Scale State, heading toward Treasure Ring Scale State, but said nothing, only pausing to glance briefly.

His final destination was East Jia State, where he directly approached the Heaven Pill Gate, becoming a guest.

Chen Xia was already waiting at the gate, smiling warmly at the leader of the Nine Mountains:

"Isn't this Brother Mountain Lord? Come in, we're all family here."

The leader of the Nine Mountains glanced at Chen Xia, asking flatly:

"Who exactly are you?"

The atmosphere at the gate turned tense as both fell silent.

The Inner demon leaned against the wall, standing shoulder to shoulder with Daoist Suppressing Heaven's puppet body, his face showing discontent, his tone equally impatient:

"He's really putting on airs. When the Divine Realm attacked the Immortal Realm, this old man didn't dare to show up and act tough. Now he's all high and mighty."

Due to Daoist Suppressing Heaven's interference, the leader of the Nine Mountains did not hear the Inner demon's ridicule and thus remained calm.

Daoist Suppressing Heaven, beside the Inner demon, explained: "The leader of the Nine Mountains has a pact with the Martial Emperor. Now that the pact's term has ended, he can descend from the Ninth Mountain. As for the contents of the pact, there's no need to wonder about them; it's merely about the division of this primal land."

As the two chatted, the pressure was entirely on Chen Xia, who was still at the gate.

Chen Xia and the leader of the Nine Mountains kept their eyes locked on each other, large eyes staring at smaller eyes. Finally, the leader of the Nine Mountains couldn't bear it and spoke to Chen Xia:

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I know the Supreme," Chen Xia replied.

"I know them too. So?" The leader of the Nine Mountains retorted.

"He's inside," Chen Xia continued.

"Hmm?!" The leader of the Nine Mountains looked up in surprise, turning to glance inside. There were only three Supremes in the world. Who could the one inside be?

This sudden revelation shifted the pressure to Daoist Suppressing Heaven.

"Which Supreme is it?" the leader of the Nine Mountains asked.

Daoist Suppressing Heaven patted the Inner demon's shoulder, signaling him. The Inner demon stepped forward, loudly declaring to the leader of the Nine Mountains:

"It's your father!"

His figure hidden under a hood, he exuded an air of arrogance.