"Can becoming an emperor bring everything back?"
Ye Fan sighed, hating the heavens for stealing ten thousand years from him. He had missed that magnificent, dazzling age, that golden age of brilliant stars and contending heroes, when emperors' sons and princes shared the stage and Ancient Supremes watched like hungry tigers. What glory it had held-and all of it had been buried.
Primordial Beginning, Zhang Bainin, Emperor Huang, Dao Yi, Saint Prince-one dazzling name after another. And Chaotic Ancient, Golden Crow, Gai Jiuyou, all peerless powerhouses. Where were they now?
Who stood at the summit at the Immortal Path's end? One glimpse of Wu Shi, and all other daos came to nothing!
Those words had once brimmed with heroic pride. Reading them now brought only melancholy. From having the entire world as his enemy, to standing invincible throughout heaven and earth, to finding the entire world silent-what kind of cruelty was this?
The state of mind of an Ancient Great Emperor was not invincibility, but loneliness.
Walking the Immortal Path alone-it was little wonder so many Supreme Beings existed in the mortal world. They had protected all living beings, yet could not protect their loved ones and friends. Their Dao Hearts gradually turned from light to coldness. Once they lived a second lifetime, with no attachments or concerns remaining, retreating into the Forbidden Zones became only natural.
"What is never forgotten must find an echo. A Humanity Dao Emperor cannot bring them back, but an Immortal Dao Emperor might have a way."
Lin Xian said softly, "Someone once faced a situation much like yours."
"Huang? The Desolate Heaven Emperor!"
Divine light burst from Ye Fan's eyes. The dust was swept from his once-bewildered Dao Heart, and his gaze pierced the Immortal Path and the Nine Heavens. Holy Master Lin was