Ye Xiwen's departure and return drew the attention of the entire world. Bearing the title of the foremost Emperor Lord under heaven, and with Celestial Venerables rarely making moves these days, he practically carried the bearing of the Number One Under the Heavens.
Moreover, he had not kept a low profile. Purple qi trailed behind him for thirty million li. Let alone the top experts watching him, even ordinary living beings would prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling in fear and kneeling in sincere worship when he passed by.
"Hmph, parading through the streets!"
There were far more than one or two people displeased by Ye Xiwen's behavior. Some veteran powerhouses naturally resented Ye Xiwen, who had recently been stealing the limelight. Though they knew that what he had accomplished was something ordinary people could never manage, they still felt deeply dissatisfied. Watching a junior of uncertain attainment rise above their heads and become the so-called Number One Under the Heavens—how could that possibly sit well with them?
Even so, no one dared step forward to criticize him to his face anymore. Those who had dared oppose Ye Xiwen had long ago joined forces to assault Buzhou Holy Mountain, only to be effortlessly driven back by him in the end.
Once Ye Xiwen entered the Creation Divine Capital, he withdrew the purple qi filling the sky. This did not match his usual low-key style, but he understood one thing even better: keeping a low profile was sometimes a good thing, but being low-key in everything was not necessarily good.
When it was time to be high-profile, he had to be high-profile. Everyone had to know just how formidable he was. If he had been an Emperor Lord like the Battle Emperor, one who had existed since the distant ages, would