"I, Wang River, pay my respects to the Heavenly Emperor Ye." Great Emperor Wang River bowed with utmost humility.
"I’ve long heard of the Heavenly Emperor Ye’s renown, yet never had the chance to et him. Seeing him today, it truly is the presence of a hero." Tianzhu praised loudly, though his eyes betrayed wariness, his face forced into a smile.
This world is such; the strong are as weighty as mountains, while the weak are as insignificant as ants. Though they’ve never t Ye Xuan, the legends of Ye Xuan alone convince them of his strength, especially having witnessed Ye Xuan’s direct suppression of the Formless Heavenly Ghost today, it imposes a heavy pressure upon them. They dare not risk the slightest offense in their words.
Faced with the humble bows of the few, Ye Xuan felt no emotion, for he understood well the ways of human nature. If he were weak today, the few wouldn’t need the Formless Heavenly Ghost to claim his life.
"This Other Shore Flower is indeed beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful flower since the opening of the heavens and earth?"
Ye Xuan offered no response to the few, instead, he admired the Other Shore Flower single-handedly, issuing heartfelt words of praise.
This scene rendered Minghe Ancestor and the others sowhat awkward, as Ye Xuan displayed no intention of acknowledging them, leaving them faintly ashad and angry, though it quickly dissipated.
After all, Ye Xuan’s cultivation is terrifying; even if Ye Xuan disregarded them, they dared not express dissatisfaction, having seen the Formless Heavenly Ghost suppressed in midair?
"The Other Shore Flower blooms, flower and leaf coexist; only the Heavenly Emperor Ye is worthy of this flower." Great Emperor Wang River turned his eyes, delivering a modest flattery.
"The Heavenly Emperor Ye is heaven’s chosen. Legends say the Other Shore Flower can cause one to imdiately beco a Saint. I congratulate the Emperor in advance; once you ascend to Sainthood, I shall present you a grand gift." The Netherworld Emperor spoke with a stiff smile, his words evidently disingenuous.
"Ye Daoist, as an ancestor, I have little to say. That you suppressed the Formless Heavenly Ghost today, and the Other Shore Flower belongs to you. I am willing to withdraw from this contention, hoping the Heavenly Emperor Ye spares my life."
Minghe Ancestor refrained from unnecessary politeness, knowing his disciple Minghe Daoist once clashed with Ye Xuan, also aware of Ye Xuan’s character – certainly no man of virtuous kindness. He was severely injured; should Ye Xuan harbor malice, he would undoubtedly perish here.
"Heavenly Emperor Ye, since you’ve obtained the Other Shore Flower, why not break this Blood Sacrifice Array? Soday, I, Tianzhu, will assuredly repay your kindness today." Tianzhu bowed humbly to Ye Xuan.
Regrettably, Ye Xuan seed oblivious to their words, solely absorbed in admiring the Other Shore Flower, leaving the few exceedingly awkward, unsure of Ye Xuan’s thoughts.
"Little thing, it seems your master is quite patient, even now not appearing. It looks like I will surely take this Other Shore Flower." Ye Xuan held the Other Shore Flower with one hand, casting an eerie glance at the Formless Heavenly Ghost.
"Let...let go...you...you’re courting death!"
Though trapped in midair, the ntion of his master injected the Formless Heavenly Ghost with sudden vigor, inciting frenzied retaliation.
"No Saints around, who dares challenge ? You dare to threaten the Emperor with such ager deeds of evil, today you’ll be smashed to dust!"
Ye Xuan laughed coldly, his sword-like fingers slicing through the sky, binding the Formless Heavenly Ghost in a vicious black band, inducing shrill cries as if he would be slain on the spot.
"Master, save !"
The Formless Heavenly Ghost shrieked, his cries echoing through Heaven and Earth, and at this very mont, a blurred silhouette silently erged from the skyline, twisting the Light of Six Paths of Reincarnation faintly.
"Ye Daoist, let things slide when possible. The Formless Heavenly Ghost has reford, and even if you take the Other Shore Flower, it’s useless. I hope you can spare the king’s dignity and refrain from further involvent today."
Rumble!
The Six Paths Law, Light of Reincarnation; the figure was too imposing, each step shook Heaven and Earth, the Law radiating from him was potent enough to bury all things.
"King Zhuanlun?"
As the light dissipated around the figure, Minghe Ancestor called the na bit by bit, changing the faces of the Underworld crowd in astonishnt at the most mysterious person of the Underworld.
King Zhuanlun!
Ranked last among the Ten Palaces Yama, yet unlike the other Nine Halls Yama, he is no Daluo Golden Immortal but one of the oldest entities in the Underworld.
Since the Underworld’s inception, King Zhuanlun has presided over the Six Paths of Reincarnation, governing the life and death of all spirits. None knew the extent of his cultivation, having rarely been seen by outsiders over endless ages.
Though everyone knew, King Zhuanlun was not to be provoked, for he wielded the Power of Six Paths of Reincarnation, far surpassing the other Yama.
With jet-black hair, dressed in a black robe, his eyes like stars in cosmic cycle, his skin white as jade, King Zhuanlun seed a refined and elegant mortal scholar, yet before the Underworld crowd, he brought an overwhelming gravity to all.
So are inherently exceptional, born as the brightest star in the cosmos, wherever they stand, they are the focal point with the grace of celestial reverence.
Undoubtedly, King Zhuanlun was such a person; rely appearing here spawned feelings of inferiority in everyone, an unparalleled aura soaring above all existence within the Three Realms.
At this mont!
King Zhuanlun stood with hands behind his back, gazing at Ye Xuan, his face tranquil, imparting a sense of serene composure.
Yet Ye Xuan was utterly unaffected by King Zhuanlun’s deanor, rather, he curled a cold smile, teasingly gazing at King Zhuanlun.
To put it bluntly, King Zhuanlun was like Earth’s ideal suitor of wealth and status, and Ye Xuan one who rose from rags to riches. Yet Ye Xuan found contempt in such privileged arrogance.
In Ye Xuan’s eyes, titles like ’Goddess,’ ’Holy Daughter,’ or ’Chosen of Heaven’ an naught; true power is wielded by those with the strength to overpower all. The weak must act as such, pretending otherwise invites Ye Xuan’s brutal subjugation.
"What are you, to demand respect from the Emperor? You think you’re worthy?" Ye Xuan smiled faintly, his tone extrely indifferent, not considering King Zhuanlun at all.
"Hmm?"
King Zhuanlun’s composed visage subtly altered, suddenly radiating solemnity, shocked by Ye Xuan’s impudence and disregard.
"Heavenly Emperor Ye, the Underworld has its own rules. You are but an outsider. I advise you: refrain from Underworld conflicts; the Other Shore Flower is useless to you. I hope you understand." King Zhuanlun spoke deeply.
"If I were you, I wouldn’t waste ti with nonsense." Ye Xuan shook his head slightly, his gaze upon King Zhuanlun growing increasingly disdainful.
Ye Xuan’s worldview was simple and brutally pragmatic; the strongest fist defines the truth. Either you intimidate or I force you to your knees. What’s the point of spouting drivel?
To put it bluntly, the strong reign supre, the weak are as dogs, truth is wielded by the strong, the rest is nonsense, and this is the ultimate truth Ye Xuan had long upheld.
No Saints appear, I’m the greatest; although the words are crude, they reflect Ye Xuan’s true nature.
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