The Underworld Emperor's will manifested in the void and confronted Ye Xiwen, neither side yielding an inch.
In the end, the Underworld Emperor still withdrew. With someone watching like a tiger eyeing its prey from the side, he truly had no desire to let another reap the benefits and play the fisherman.
Moreover, Ye Xiwen, who had only just become an Emperor, was at the height of his power. In the end, the Underworld Emperor was not confident that, while the will of heaven belonged to Ye Xiwen, he could completely slay him.
The will of heaven was truly unfathomable and impossible to explain clearly. Yet in truth, whoever underestimated it would inevitably pay a bitter price.
After the Underworld Emperor retreated, that mysterious existence finally dispersed its will as well and no longer peered into this stretch of heaven and earth. Ye Xiwen could sense this clearly.
Ye Xiwen had faced them forcefully and ultimately driven his opponents back with overwhelming strength, defending the supreme dignity of an Emperor Lord. This made the various races of the Myriad Realms breathe a sigh of relief. In the end, they had not fought. Otherwise, if a chaotic battle had truly broken out, half the universe would have been shattered.
A clash between Emperor Lord-level figures was simply far too dangerous.
After this battle, Ye Xiwen's prestige soared. In the eyes of many, the newly risen Emperor Ye had finally passed through his most dangerous period and gained a firm foothold during his weakest stage. He had refined his own natal Dao artifact, raising his strength to another level. It would now be even harder for the Underworld Emperor to seek trouble with him.
This incident had far-reaching consequences. As time passed, it spread throughout the Myriad Realms, and all races trembled