The boundless might of the nine Immortal Emperors converged ceaselessly, wrapping the entire Immortal Ascension Platform in layer upon layer, as though the nine heavens and ten earths were all crushing down upon it, radiating a heart-stopping force.
At the same time, Ying Xintian's will rose once again, blazing with a fighting spirit that would never admit defeat.
He gazed at the Wanfa Immortal Emperor before him, recalling how the man had intercepted him. I lost, but not to the Ten Immortal Emperors. I lost to the gap between eras.
The gap in Immortal Dao techniques opened up by different eras cannot be erased through mere intelligence, talent, or unity.
The next moment, Ying Xintian's surging will had conveyed what he wanted to say to the Wanfa Immortal Emperor.
"Wanfa, I am indeed no match for you... but what if I add these helpers?"
Amid the encircling wills of the nine Immortal Emperors, surging power locked on in layer upon layer. All manner of immortal arts and divine techniques stood poised, stirring to strike-and their target was none other than the Wanfa Immortal Emperor.
The one surrounded by the nine Immortal Emperors was not Ying Xintian, but the Wanfa Immortal Emperor beside him.
Ying Xintian understood that if all cultivators throughout history were divided into two factions, one would be the Monopolist Faction, like the Ten Immortal Emperors, who lashed the world merely to climb to the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao themselves. The other would be the Open Faction, or Inheritance Faction, like the Immortal Ancestor, who hoped to pass things down through generations, make techniques openly available, and gather ever more, ever stronger cultivators, ultimately pooling the wisdom of countless people to climb to the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao together.
Ying Xintian knew even better that the