"My Dao is complete."
Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back and sighed with emotion. He had found the road ahead, seen the first light of dawn, and stepped onto a Dao that belonged to him alone.
His journey had been smooth sailing, his progress swift enough to be called meteoric, faster even than the cultivation of several Heavenly Emperors. Ultimately, it was not because he worked especially hard, but because he had sponged off so much.
As the saying went: first destiny, second fortune, third feng shui; fourth accumulated virtue, fifth study; sixth reputation, seventh physiognomy, eighth reverence for the gods; ninth connections with benefactors, tenth care for one's health.
The Desolate Heaven Emperor's talent was unrivaled across the ages. Born to cultivate, he had lived a life of supreme glory and forged endless legends. His attainment of the Dao was written in his destiny.
Had the Desolate Heaven Emperor first projected himself across all ages and become Shi Hao, or had Shi Hao first risen to become the Desolate Heaven Emperor? No one could say.
Reversing cause and effect and twisting time and space were scarcely worth mentioning to a Great Power like him.
Ye Fan, meanwhile, had been born in answer to fortune. During his time in the human Dao, he had risen on the great fortune of the Sacred Body Lineage. Whether the Empress, the Buddhist Sect, Wu Shi, or the Black Emperor, all had ties to the Great Accomplished Saint Physique, and so had drawn close to the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
After becoming an immortal, he possessed the red dust immortal Dao fruit and the hope of becoming an emperor. He also took on the responsibility of resisting the turmoil of the Immortal Dao, receiving the blessing of the towering fortune of