"Brother Ye, you were still too hasty."
Dao Yi, the Emperor's Son from the Eternal Starfield, strolled over and picked up the jade seal from the ground. With a faint smile, he said, "On the Emperor Path, contenders vie for supremacy and myriad races rise together. For now, you are only invincible on the Human Race Ancient Road. Naturally, some of the other races refuse to accept it."
"Dao Yi, you came too."
Ye Fan sighed, immediately feeling a headache coming on. Just how many emperors' sons and prodigies had gathered at the Human Race Tenth Pass? Even a mythical figure like Golden Cicada Son had appeared.
Not long ago, a white-robed monk had arrived from the starry skies beyond. He claimed to hail from the Amitabha Star Domain and to be a disciple of Sakyamuni. Calling himself Golden Cicada Son, he wanted to debate the Dao with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan had been busy looking for Lin Xian and had no time to entertain the monk, so he had told him to wait. Yet he had never expected the Ancient Emperors' Sons of Big Dipper to grow restless as well. Having heard the many legends circulating along the Ancient Starry Road, they had set out on their journeys one after another.
After visiting his Ancestral Star and retrieving his ancient inheritance, Saint Prince had deliberately detoured onto the Human Race Ancient Road to visit Ye Fan at the Tenth Pass, only to unexpectedly run into Golden Cicada Son.
One was a Fighting Saint Ape, the nephew of the abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple; the other was an unrivaled Divine Monk, a direct disciple of Shakyamuni. Like heavenly thunder colliding with earthly fire, they were bound to set sparks flying.
There were probably more emperors' sons at the Human