The Emperor Lord was dead, slain by a junior at the sixth heaven.
Silence gripped the Mythic Battlefield. The Quasi-Emperors watching nearby, and the Great Emperor lineages observing through special means, were all numb, overcome by an unreal, dreamlike feeling.
A renowned supreme expert of the Great Universe had fallen so easily. The repercussions were bound to be profound. The Divine Court, which ruled vast territories, would also crumble apart, sending untold galaxies into turmoil.
It had all happened too suddenly.
No matter how Lin Xian disparaged the ruler of the Divine Court, he was still an unrivaled expert at the ninth heaven, lofty and untouchable, considered a man with hopes of becoming a Great Emperor. How many Ones About to Attain the Dao existed in the Great Universe? For one to wither away like this was truly lamentable.
Ye Fan stood above the starry sky, his Sacred Fist stained with Quasi-Emperor blood. His majesty was peerless, his black hair hung loose, and an indescribable, matchless splendor surrounded him. Beneath his feet lay the supreme Emperor Path paved with blood and bones. Treading upon the Vermilion Bird's corpse, he ascended toward heaven, sovereign over all creation.
"This age will belong to him!"
The Quasi-Emperors throughout the heavens trembled. When Ye Fan fought the Lord of Reincarnation, they could still argue that he had borrowed the corpse of a Great Accomplished Saint Physique. But now, by slaying the ruler of the Divine Court in battle, he had proven that a genuine Great Emperor was about to rise.
Was the curse preventing the Sacred Body from attaining the Dao about to be broken? Or had Emperor Zun truly returned through reincarnation?
"In this age, no Quasi-Emperor can block his path."
The Ming De Quasi-Emperor, who had hurried to the Mythic Battlefield just