Ye Fan shattered the sea of lightning and charged toward its highest reaches. He fought with wild abandon, weathering tribulation after tribulation like a Heavenly God, his black hair streaming loose, his eyes flashing like lightning, his blood energy surging into the heavens.
He held an invincible conviction in his heart: Only I Am Supreme. It never wavered. The Heavenly Tribulation in this starfield imprinted the strongest will, and so, after the nine Great Emperors, it manifested Ye Fan himself.
He battled different versions of himself, bringing every secret art into play. The wonders of this were beyond words, and Ye Fan fused them all into a single crucible.
After the nine emperors and nine Sacred Bodies, a boundless Heavenly Palace descended. A towering figure manifested at the center of the Heavenly Court, receiving the homage of countless domains.
In an instant, endless chants rang out, as though the forebears of Ancient Antiquity were offering sacrifices. Heaven, earth, humans, gods, and ghosts all bowed to Emperor Zun!
"I am not Emperor Zun. Even if reincarnation truly exists, I am merely a similar flower blooming."
"I am myself-Ye Fan of this lifetime!"
Ye Fan sneered. Rather than forcing his way through the Heavenly Gate or entering the lofty celestial palace, he leaped over the Emperor Seat, rose above it, and ascended to Heaven Beyond Heaven.
He ignored Emperor Zun. Such was the invincible conviction in his heart.
Though the God-Slaying Platform trembled and Heavenly Blades fell one after another, Ye Fan remained unmoving and unscathed. Even the vastest immortal lightning could not sever a single strand of his hair. Like a Divine Spirit gazing down upon the galaxies, he stood with the sun, moon, and stars revolving around him, the very image of the lord of all heavens.
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