The Stone Emperor stood in the sky. Though old and wounded, he had lost none of his domineering air.
Ye Fan, however, found the posturing bastard utterly repulsive.
There was no Heavenly Emperor in this era, no Dao Realm, and no one knew whether Great Emperor Wushi was alive or dead.
But judging by Wushi's deeds, Ye Fan was certain that the Great Emperor had reached the Near-Immortal level back then.
For a Near-Immortal-level Great Emperor Wushi, beating an ordinary Ancient Emperor like the Stone Emperor would have been like beating his own son!
The Stone Emperor was merely an ordinary Saint Spirit who had attained the Dao, not an Immortal Metal Saint Spirit who had awakened and attained it.
The Investiture of the Gods List charged into the Road to Immortality, with the Wushi Bell close behind. Unfortunately, they failed in the end.
The list was not Wushi. If Wushi himself had reappeared, he might truly have succeeded.
Then came Amitabha Buddha, bringing his supreme Buddhist kingdom and hundreds of millions of followers to the Road to Immortality.
He was actually preparing to lead his entire faith into immortality!
Ye Fan's expression changed. He shot to his feet, then sat back down.
It was a dead end. If Amitabha Buddha's Self-Self did this, there could be only one outcome...
Mount Sumeru exploded. Countless wronged souls filled its ruins. They were his followers. Amitabha Buddha had failed, and hundreds of millions of them had paid with their lives.
The once-peaceful Mount Sumeru became a mountain of blood. Not a single living creature remained in the Western Desert; it had become a land of death.
Ye Fan fell silent. The Road to Immortality had become a Burial Ground, burying Supremes and ordinary people alike.
"Immortal Ascension..." Ye Fan sighed softly, feeling