"Sixteen Immortal Emperors?"
Chu Feng's mouth twitched. The total number of Emperors on both the righteous and evil sides of the Ultimate Battlefield was about that many. Where was Tianxuan Emperor supposed to find so many people? Had he lost his mind?
"Heavenly Emperor..."
Chu Feng sighed, his eyes carrying a trace of pity. He spoke earnestly, "I know the deaths of the Emperors hit you hard, but you don't need to comfort me like this by painting such a beautiful vision. I am an Immortal Emperor. My Dao Heart is firm. I can endure it, I can accept it, and I will not lose my will."
"During work hours, address me by my title. Call me Holy Master." Lin Xian's face darkened. "The Plateau has its trump cards, and Tianxuan has dormant reserves as well. The Sacred Land's duty is to select talents for the Heavenly Court. Every Heavenly Emperor throughout history was once a Saint Son of the Sacred Land. Our lineage has shone brilliantly, dominating both past and present."
"Huang and Ye were both members of Heavenly Jade Sacred Land?"
Chu Feng sucked in a cold breath. What kind of Dao Lineage was this, to specialize in producing Immortal Emperors?
Even if the sixteen Immortal Emperors were mere fantasy, Huang and Ye alone made it one sect with two Heavenly Emperors—a pinnacle of glory.
"Now that Ye Fan has died in battle, the position of the sect's Saint Son is vacant." Lin Xian coughed lightly and said leisurely, "I intend to elevate you to Tianxuan Saint Son. What do you think?"
"Tianxuan Saint Son?" Chu Feng froze for a moment before asking, "Holy Master, are there any benefits to being a Saint Son?"
A sect capable of nurturing Heavenly Emperors was surely extraordinary. Though he was now