Sealing Heaven and Trapping Earth, darkness boundless, an oppressive and heavy atmosphere breeds in this realm, the figure ahead is like mist and illusion, making it impossible to discern his visage.
Dong— Dong— Dong.
Zhang Heng’s expression gradually grew solemn because his heart was beating violently, as if it were about to leap out from his chest. His breathing beca heavy, and a drop of cold sweat trickled down from his forehead.
It wasn’t just Zhang Heng; the Three Great Ghost Emperors were even more distressed. Their minds and bodies trembled, as if the blurred figure ahead embodied an unknown great horror, like a ravenous maw ready to devour them at any mont.
"Which divine being may you be, Daoist, for what reason do you block my path?"
Zhang Heng subconsciously wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead, further protecting the Small Cauldron in front of him, only because the figure ahead made him extrely uneasy, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"In less than half a day’s ti, have you already failed to recognize ?"
A calm voice resonated between heaven and earth, as the figure comnced walking towards Zhang Heng and the others, with the surrounding dark mist gradually dispersing.
"Qingming?"
Upon seeing the arrival’s features, Zhang Heng’s eyes widened, his mouth exuded sounds of amazent, never imagining that after barely surviving a confrontation with this person, the individual would appear before him once more.
"He is not from Buddhism!"
Suddenly, just as Zhang Heng was engulfed in uncertainty, Shen Tu, the Eastern Ghost Emperor, spoke tremulously, his eyes fixated on Ye Xuan, for at this mont, Ye Xuan bore no trace of Buddha Light, instead exuding an aura of fierce malice.
"Indeed, you are right; I am not from Buddhism."
Ye Xuan smiled subtly, though his smile was exceedingly cold, containing a silent great terror. Over the millions of miles, the sky bristled with black thunder.
"Who exactly are you?"
Though Zhang Heng was arrogant, he was not foolish, sensing sothing imnsely amiss, causing him to rail at Ye Xuan with an internal ferocity masked by his external bravado.
"Who am I?"
Ye Xuan stood with hands behind his back, face still adorned with a smile, only to undergo a sudden change in form, finally revealing his original visage.
"Can you recognize who I am?"
Ye Xuan, clad in black, three thousand strands of hair draping behind him, a gust from the heavens causing his hair to sway in the breeze, the sound of his black robe rippling loudly.
"You... Who are you?"
Upon witnessing Ye Xuan’s original face, Zhang Heng’s eyes showed a coloration of bewildernt, sensing a familiarity with Ye Xuan but unable to recall where and when he had encountered him.
"Impossible!"
A piercing scream suddenly erupted, causing Zhang Heng’s expression to change, watching as Shen Tu, the Eastern Ghost Emperor, turned viscerally pale, collapsed to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at Ye Xuan, as if confronting an object of utmost terror.
"Not... Impossible... Not possible... You... You are supposed to be dead... How... How can you still be alive... No... Not right... You were suppressed by the Western Two Saints... Even if undying... No... False... You must be false..."
Babbling incoherently, unclear in speech, such was the state of Shen Tu, the Eastern Ghost Emperor, his face devoid of blood, his aura in extre chaos, as if transford into a madman.
This scene directly caused Zhang Heng’s pupils to constrict, a profoundly bad feeling sprouting within his heart, prompting him to shout tremulously at Shen Tu: "Who is he?"
"Ye... Ye Xuan... Ye... Heavenly Emperor Ye... He... He is Ye Xuan... Heavenly Emperor Ye!" Shen Tu scread in horror, utterly unable to calm his emotions, panic overwhelming him to inconceivable extents.
Bang!
As if Nine Heavens Thunder exploded, akin to the reverberation of evening drums and morning bells, as Shen Tu’s words fell, Zhang Heng felt his Primordial Spirit violently shake, overwhelming him with dizziness, leaving him dazed in place.
Not only did Zhang Heng beco dazed on the spot, but the other two Ghost Emperors were also struck with speechless horror, their eyes fixed closely on Ye Xuan, their bodies unable to cease trembling.
Who is Ye Xuan?
He is the unparalleled figure sweeping through Heaven and Earth from ages past to now, a person with no equal through the ages, whose every deed is legendary, his na echoing through the Three Realms, known by all.
Of all else, during the battle of the two Heavenly Courts, Ye Xuan led the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven and shattered the Ancient Demon Court, trampling two Great Demon Emperors, and were it not for Nuwa and Primordial’s intervention, the Ancient Demon Court might have been entirely obliterated by this Heavenly Emperor Ye.
This war brought about a cataclysm in Heaven and Earth, a turmoil lasting for tens of thousands of years, and even so, Heaven and Earth is filled with the legend of Ye Xuan. Though Zhang Heng and others in the Underworld have never seen Ye Xuan himself, Ye Xuan’s na is renowned even to them.
"Heavenly Emperor Ye?"
"Are you actually Heavenly Emperor Ye?"
Suddenly, Zhang Heng awoke in terror, seeing towards Ye Xuan, his face turning extrely ashen, with an indescribable fear in his eyes.
It is no wonder Zhang Heng reacted this way; though possessing a Small Cauldron and being markedly arrogant, he housed an insuppressible fear towards the legendary Heavenly Emperor Ye.
Was Donghuang Taiyi powerful?
The Chaos Bell titled All thod Immunity, reputed as invulnerable to anything, allowing Donghuang Taiyi to remain invincible, yet it was crushed by Ye Xuan, leaving Donghuang Taiyi beneath his feet.
Was Emperor Jun powerful?
Master of all the thods of the Demon Race, proficient in all their Divine Skills, even in alliance with Donghuang Taiyi, they both succumbed to Ye Xuan.
Even when the two Demon Emperors united ancient demons and deployed the Celestial Star Battle Great Formation, they still fell under Ye Xuan’s Chaos Absolute Heaven Array. Were it not for Nuwa’s intervention, Ye Xuan could have united the Three Realms, leaving no creature daring to oppose.
Such a towering and boundless figure, appearing before him, Zhang Heng, today—how could he not fear, how could he not be alard?
Zhang Heng, although arrogant, was not foolish. Compared to Donghuang Taiyi, he was vastly inferior, much less in comparison to this Heavenly Emperor Ye ahead.
"Zhang Heng, in ignorance, knew not that Heavenly Emperor Ye visited the Underworld; my earlier words were an offense against the Heavenly Emperor, I beg the Emperor’s vast forgiveness not to bla Zhang Heng."
Suddenly, Zhang Heng bowed towards Ye Xuan, lowering his stature to the utmost.
"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor."
The three Ghost Emperors instantly turned, facing such a terrifying figure as Ye Xuan, they harbored no mind to resist, each bowing, though still with intense fear in their eyes.
"Hand over the Small Cauldron, swear a Heart Demon Blood Oath, and I may spare your life."
Ye Xuan spoke with cold indifference, exuding no aura whatsoever, as if discussing a trivial matter, but when the words reached Zhang Heng, they caused his expression to change drastically, finally understanding Ye Xuan’s manifestation and interception: it was all for the treasure in his hand.
"Heavenly Emperor Ye, this Small Cauldron is my supre treasure. Except for this object, anything else you desire I can offer, but this absolutely not."
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