"Enough! I'm Lin Xian!"
Lin Xian roared and leaped down from the throne. No matter how peerless his cultivation was, two fists could not defeat six hands.
Three Transcendents against one man—clearly, the advantage was ours.
"Evil Dark Ancestor, how dare you impersonate Holy Master Lin!"
Ye Fan shouted, "Watch me expose your hypocritical true face."
"How can I prove my identity?" Lin Xian asked darkly. "Ahem, before Holy Master Lin fell, he said he would abdicate the position of Tianxuan Holy Master to me." Ye Fan said with a straight face, "If you can tell me where the Tianxuan Treasure is, I'll admit that you're Lin Xian."
"Get lost!"
Lin Xian was succinct. Pointing at Chu Feng, he said, "The position of Holy Master has already been passed to him."
"Holy Master, don't sow discord between Heavenly Emperors."
Ye Fan spoke contemptuously. He had seen tricks like these millions of years ago.
"Second Uncle, what state are you in now?"
Chu Feng coughed lightly and asked curiously. Lin Xian now seemed both present and absent, both real and unreal.
If he had not transcended, how could he possibly withstand the reckoning of three Transcendents?
If he had transcended, why was he not in the realm Beyond the Sacrificial Path?
"At the ultimate ninth level of peak great perfection of Half-Step Transcendence—" Lin Xian said calmly.
Ye Fan rolled his eyes. "Speak plainly."
"I've attained the realm, but haven't manifested it." Lin Xian shook his head. The infinitely great path and the infinitely small were fundamentally different.
"Then where did the Heavenly Court go?"
The Desolate Heaven Emperor frowned. As one Beyond the Sacrificial Path, he was omniscient and omnipotent. Yet he had just surveyed all the Myriad Realms and found not a single living being. Even the sun, moon,