One stone stirred a thousand waves. Across the ages, how many people had ever been called Heavenly Emperor? The title Dao Ancestor was rarer still, signifying the immense merit of imparting the Dao to all living beings.
The only person who seemed to deserve that honor was the Tribulation Transcending Heavenly Venerable of the early Mythic Era, who had organized the five great secret realms and shown the beings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths the path of cultivation!
"The Dao Ancestor at the Heavenly Emperor's side."
A strange light appeared in Ye Fan's eyes. With a note of uncertainty, he ventured, "Holy Master, are you actually the Netherworld Emperor?"
"Your whole family is the Netherworld Emperor." Lin Xian rolled his eyes and sneered. "I neither know the complete Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Art nor have a Reincarnation Seal in my body."
"Do you really not?" Zhang Bainin's gaze deepened. He activated his divine eyes and looked at Lin Xian as though trying to see straight through him.
Something felt very wrong to him. The person who had once stood beside the Heavenly Emperor had been powerful beyond measure, leading an entire age at the End of the Chaotic Ancient Era. Even if he had not achieved Feathered Ascension, he should at least have ruled supreme over the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. How could he be merely a Great Saint?
If he had not sealed himself in divine source, then he might well have severed his own cultivation and been reborn.
The method of nirvana was extraordinarily difficult for the emperors of later generations, but for a Dao Ancestor, it might not have been a dead end. After all, he had once received guidance from the Desolate Heaven Emperor, who had achieved mortal world ascension to immortality.
Lin Xian's heart