Making a living off one's face was no empty saying—it was a fact.
Both were Sacrificial Path Heavenly Emperors. Desolate Heaven Emperor had slaughtered his way across the Plateau seven times in and seven times out, while the Pollen Empress had fallen on the Plateau. What did she rely on, if not a similar face?
"Let me give it a try..."
Lin Xian muttered, circulating the Eight-Nine Mystical Art and employing the Seventy-Two Transformations. With a shake of his body, he transformed into someone identical to Ye Fan. Whether it was his aura or voice, everything was extremely alike; even his origin was that of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
"Holy Master, what are you doing?"
Ye Fan's mouth twitched. He had never seen such a bizarre cultivation method.
"Don't disturb me. I'm thinking."
Lin Xian waved his hand. His eyes flashed like lightning, immortal light flowed across his body, and the Five Great Secret Realms rumbled. He shouted inwardly, System, come out!
System 10086: ...
If it had that ability, would it have ended up like this?
"Even in a dragon robe, you still wouldn't look like a crown prince," System 10086 said gloomily. "Host, stop struggling."
"What are you talking about? I've actually been one of the Plateau people for a long time."
Still unwilling to give up, Lin Xian kept muttering, "System, I want to learn an Emperor's method too. I've ridden Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin too. I have the fate of a protagonist too..."
Half a day passed. Void remained silent; only Ye Fan shook his head, while the system sighed.
"Great Dream Through the Ages, through the ages I dream of myself..."
Unwilling to accept it, Lin Xian called upon the power of the Dao Palace. The five qi surged, Divine Spirits