The young man holding an ancient flute also approached, looking at the Wheel of Yin and Yang casually tucked into Ye Fan's belt.
As though sensing the young man's gaze, Ye Fan looked at the little Wheel of Yin and Yang and frowned.
"Wusheng!"
Almost instinctively, he spoke the name, and a vast will seeped toward him through the ages. Even across the distance of epochs, he could still feel how terrifying that will was.
"In the past, I might have warned you not to call upon him casually. You might have had to bear immeasurable karma. Whether from the impact of his own exalted standing or from his enemies, every possible means would have been used to destroy you. But now, there is really nothing to worry about. Nothing in all the worlds can threaten him anymore."
The young man spoke.
"Are you both Emperors from ancient history?"
Ye Fan's gaze grew grave, but he still asked. These two terrifying beings were actually figures from ancient history. Why had there never been any trace of them throughout the worlds?
"To make a long story short, the Emperors of ancient history are more terrifying than you imagine. They are all fighting in The Heavens. We have come to guide you there for that war as well."
As the young man spoke, he raised his hand, and a small world appeared. Emperor Wu Shi, who had been supporting himself on his broken bell, was now seated cross-legged. However, he had yet to awaken and remained in silent repose.
"Dao Brother Wu Shi!"
Seeing Emperor Wu Shi, who had been sent out of the Soul River back then, Ye Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems our enemies are even more terrifying than we imagined!"
"Yes. A thousand, ten thousand