The Returning Barren Heavenly Emperor

"Senior!" The figure that appeared out of nowhere was an old man dressed in black, with black hair and an endless aura of darkness swirling around him. He was terrifying, even more so than the Feather Emperor and the other two. His appearance made their eyes light up.

"Mm." The old man nodded to the three, then looked at He Heng in surprise. "Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is remarkable. You achieved the Emperor Dao entirely on your own, far surpassing those of us who must gaze up at the light from within the darkness. This old man is the World-Ending Old Man. May I ask your name?"

"My name is not for someone like you to hear," He Heng said coldly. He was undergoing the final stages of his transformation and had no desire to entertain them.

Faced with He Heng's coldness, the World-Ending Old Man took no offense and continued amiably, "Your abilities far surpass ours. You are an example we should learn from. Might you enlighten us on the path to becoming an Immortal Emperor?"

"No," He Heng replied indifferently. His golden eyes radiated peerless divinity and Dao intent, enough to seize the soul.

The World-Ending Old Man's expression turned icy. "In that case, I'll have to change my mind. I'll stop you before you reach the Emperor Dao and make you regret it for all eternity!" Before his words had even faded, he had already struck. His enormous attack, carrying peerless Dao intent, blotted out the heavens as it hurtled toward He Heng.

He, too, had touched upon the Immortal Emperor Dao—the Mysterious Yellow Realm—but lacked the power to break through. Still, he understood the importance of Dao intent. Now, enveloped in his supreme Dao intent, his full power pierced the void surrounding He Heng and struck