Ye Fan's breakthrough was indeed something worth celebrating.
The Immortal Emperors of the Myriad Worlds all came to congratulate Ye Fan and pay their respects to the new Ancestor. The place was bustling.
Ye Fan was generous, freely sharing his insights into the Sacrificial Dao Domain and letting the Immortal Emperors of the Myriad Worlds glimpse the scenery of Sacrificial Dao.
Ye Fan and the others did not care whether the Myriad Worlds would someday produce new Sacrificial Dao cultivators who were not from the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
It was fine if they did, and fine if they did not.
Ye Fan and the others were not the sort to eliminate dissenters, suppress outsiders, and insist that they alone reigned supreme.
Speaking of which, they actually preferred a peaceful life.
If Heaven and Earth were free of calamity, all was peaceful, and they had already cultivated to the pinnacle, Ye Fan and the others would rather stay in their own little nests, cultivate in peace, and keep their friends and family company.
Entering the world to contend for supremacy, imposing their might in all ten directions—it was all forced upon them.
It wasn't that I wanted to reign supreme. This world forced me to.
Once the well-wishers dispersed, the place where Ye Fan stood grew somewhat quieter.
Ye Fan stood at the edge of the Origin Dao Realm with his hands behind his back, taking in the scenery of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
"Uncle Meng, when do you think we should leave and pursue the Great Dao in a wider world?" Ye Fan asked.
"How about when we reach the Sacrificial Dao Peak? We'll be closer to the next stage then, so if we encounter an opportunity to break through outside, we'll be able to seize