To be safe, Lin Xian traveled all the way to the Underworld to borrow the Heaven-Penetrating Netherworld Treasure. In the twenty-six-thousandth year of this great age, Duan De had long since buried himself and formed his fifth Reincarnation Seal.
With only a single Immortal Artifact to rely on, the Underworld did not dare defy the Chaotic Body's will and could only obediently hand over the Nether Treasure.
On Saint Cliff in Deathless Mountain, a man with a Great Accomplished Saint Physique sat cross-legged. He was powerfully built, his white hair hanging loose, yet an indescribable desolation surrounded him. Even a hero reached his twilight years; however great a man was, a day would come when he grew old. This was an irreversible law of nature.
Fortunately, he was a Heavenly Emperor whose cultivation defied heaven. Unless he truly died, his appearance would remain unchanged, and he would retain his peak fighting strength.
That day, just as Ye Fan was circulating his blood energy and pondering the mysteries of immortality, sinister winds swept across Saint Cliff. Countless red hairs came surging in amid the howls and weeping of ghosts and gods.
"Late-life ominousness."
Ye Fan murmured the words, then gave a cold laugh. His lightning-sharp gaze swept across the starry sky in every direction, carrying the bearing of one who looked down upon the world. He declared sternly, "I am a Heavenly Emperor! Even if every drop of my vital blood is lost, even if I reach the end of my life and must contend with a curse, I will still be invincible beneath heaven!"
"Really? I don't believe you."
A cloud of chaos mist swirled through the air. Within it stood a man holding the Nether Treasure Immortal Artifact, who said coldly, "Even if you are peerless in this world