Earth, Hangu Pass.
Fang Yang drifted down onto the city wall and cupped his fists in greeting to the Flame Emperor and Yellow Emperor before him.
"You fought three supremacies alone. From now on, you may well be named alongside the Emperor Venerable. Interested in rebuilding the Heavenly Court and earning the reverence of all beings beneath the heavens?"
The Flame Emperor spoke with a smile. Seeing Fang Yang almost completely unharmed, he could not help breathing a sigh of relief.
He had been ready to lend a hand at any moment, but Fang Yang had never fallen into danger during the battle. His command of the fight had been formidable; the result was one rarely seen through the ages.
Some supremacies might look down on the Origin God, the Origin Ghost, and the Chaos monster, beings created by the Underworld.
The Flame Emperor did not see it that way. After all, these monsters were not much weaker than true supremacies.
Fang Yang had defeated them alone and even seized the Heaven-Reaching Nether Treasure. Even if a supremacy from another Life Forbidden Zone struck, it would no longer be able to snuff out this prodigy of the age ahead of time.
Unless several supremacies joined forces.
But with the Path to Immortality about to open, who would risk their own life to clear the way for the others?
Fang Yang was no ordinary Quasi-Emperor now, no morsel to be casually crushed or swallowed.
"Ancestor Flame, you jest. I'm merely an ordinary Quasi-Emperor, still some distance from becoming a Quasi-Emperor at the peak of the realm. How would I dare rebuild the Heavenly Court?"
Fang Yang spoke calmly.
The words "Heavenly Court" carried immense Cause and Effect.
He was still two steps from attaining the imperial throne. How could he dare