"The Primordial Immortal Emperor split in two. His dark side became the Corpse Immortal Emperor, plugging the pit with his own body, his flesh rotting into decay, an eternal prisoner upon the Golden Imperial Throne. His light side is this one."
Lin Xian listened to the voice ringing beside his ear, his whole body shuddering. Never had he imagined that not only would the Rotten Wooden Chest manifest of its own accord, but the Primordial Spirit within it would awaken as well.
This was a genuine Immortal Emperor. How many had there ever been throughout the ages?
Count through ancient history, through countless eras, through flowers blooming and fading: even with the three great camps of the Empyrean, the Plateau, and All Worlds combined, the number of experts at Immortal Emperor level or above would certainly not exceed thirty.
If all the heavens were a great dream and all living beings mere illusions, then an Immortal Emperor possessed a sliver of reality. Upon reaching this stage, one had shed the identity of a pawn, transcended above the heavens, and gained the right to choose and contend.
"You've heard my story?"
The Light Primordial Spirit glanced back, seemingly able to hear Lin Xian's thoughts, and said calmly, "The Emperor's Fall endured through the ages, remembered by none. It was a taboo, but also a protection, preventing darkness from leaking out through the power of thought."
"The heavens have forgotten the emperor's true name, but living beings have always remembered the creator of the Primordial True Interpretation, who brought the spark of civilization. They remember how the ancestors of Ancient Antiquity learned from heaven and earth, created runes, and enlightened the savage wilderness."
Lin Xian's expression turned solemn as he declared earnestly, "You have always been everyone's king, the emperor of the