Ten thousand years later, whenever Heavenly Emperor Ye Fan looked back, he often lamented the inhuman treatment he had endured because of his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
Back then, the Heavenly Emperor had been young and powerless. When others learned he possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, they dismissed him as a cripple who would never amount to anything.
Lin Xian was different. He always said young Ye Fan had the makings of a Heavenly Emperor. He did not treat Ye Fan like a cripple—though he did not treat him like a person, either.
"To become the supreme Heavenly Emperor, to become a Great Accomplished Saint Physique, one must bear the heaviest Causality in the world."
Lin Xian spoke with fervor, his voice proud. "Remember your youthful ambition to reach the clouds. You once vowed to stand among the greatest."
"I didn't, I never..." Ye Fan tried to deny it, but the words would not leave his mouth.
Realization dawned on him. It was Void Art. Only the Void Grand Dao could restrain someone so easily.
"You aren't worthy of challenging the Sacred Body!"
Lin Xian declared, "Only those who defeat the Divine King Body qualify to challenge the Sacred Body. Not every nobody gets to fight the future Heavenly Emperor."
Ye Fan closed his eyes in despair. He could already see it: everyone who came after him would be either a peerless prodigy or a once-in-an-age genius.
An ordinary sacred son would not even get past Ji Haoyue.
I'm just a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, not a Chaotic Body! Ye Fan roared inwardly, but it did him no good.
The hostility toward him had hit its limit!
With this Taixuan Gathering, Ye Fan's name was bound to spread among the sacred lands and sects, until it rang throughout the