Run Away, Number One Under Heaven

At first, Sacred Son Ye had planned to wait a few years until Lin Xian left his post as Tianxuan Sacred Lord. Then he would whisper poison into Great Saint Wei Yi's ear and, like a frog simmering in warm water, quietly seize real power over the Heavenly Jade Sacred Land and become its Sacred Lord in truth.

Once he became Sacred Lord, he would have a say even in the Eastern Wasteland Heavenly Court. He would no longer be a puppet Heavenly Emperor who ruled with folded hands.

Inherit an Emperor Weapon, marry a fair, rich beauty, become Lord of the Heavenly Court—how sweet it sounded.

He had never imagined that Holy Master Lin would be so ruthless. He had simply walked away from the perfectly good position of Sacred Lord and gone to the Western Desert to become a Buddha.

Now Lin Xian faced no risk of being usurped. Instead, Ye Fan, seated as Tianxuan Sacred Lord, had to wonder every day whether a third-generation Tianxuan Saint Son might come along and replace him.

"Sacred Body, set your mind on the Heavenly Court. Keep the Great Universe in your heart, not that tiny patch of land called the Heavenly Jade Sacred Land."

"I warned you. Don't say I didn't."

Lin Xian coughed. Holding the Dao Diagram, he looked like a Heavenly King descended to the mortal world, bearing down on the Heavenly Emperor's head.

Ye Fan's face darkened. His fists clenched, and he trembled with rage. Was there any hope left for this world? Everyone was persecuting the Sacred Body.

How could something like the Dao Diagram exist in the Great Universe?

"Not one of those diagram-wielders is any good." Ye Fan stared at Lin Xian, the Heavenly King bearing the diagram, and swore to himself, *If I