"You're the Netherworld Emperor?!"
Divine Baby was utterly stunned. An old fossil like this had actually survived! As he stared at the plump Daoist with his ruddy face, ancient memories resurfaced. Two figures overlapped, fitting together perfectly.
Duan De snorted. Though he had yet to attain the Dao and fully recover his past-life memories, with only fleeting fragments flickering through his mind like light on water, that did nothing to stop him from showing off.
"A million autumns building the Dao toward immortality; stars fall, the moon withers, and sorrow fills my heart. One sleep spans eternity, emperors fall; the Heavenly Court has crumbled-where shall I wander?"
Duan De stood with his hands behind his back, looking every inch a transcendent master. Far from being intimidated by Divine Baby, he declared loudly, "This humble Daoist has guided several Heavenly Emperors. Little boy, why aren't you kowtowing yet?"
"Become my disciple, and this lifetime's Emperor Throne will be yours."
"Disciple, my ass!" Divine Baby immediately grew agitated. He did not know why, but an instinct buried deep in his memories warned him that if he ever met a fat Daoist calling himself the Netherworld Emperor, he had to beat him up first.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Stop hitting me! Stop!"
Duan De might have belonged to a much older generation, but Divine Baby was already a Saint. He had no chance to fight back and was beaten black and blue in an instant.
Ye Fan watched with a peculiar expression and murmured, "Emperor Zun and the Netherworld Emperor don't seem to have gotten along very well. Even his weapon can't stand Duan De."
"Both teacher and friend." Lin Xian chuckled and explained, "Emperor Zun and the Netherworld Emperor weren't master and disciple in the traditional sense."
Perhaps the illustrious Emperor Zun