Emperor-an immortal title that carried countless meanings, stirring the Boundary Sea and dazzling past and present alike.
An Emperor Clan was utterly unlike an imperial clan in the mortal world. Undying and imperishable, it was a great clan of supreme glory.
Whenever a young member of such a clan stepped into the world, they would eclipse billions of beings of their generation.
For the blood of a "king" flowed through their veins.
The Crane Clan was one powerful clan that rivaled the Emperor Clans. Its ancestor, He Wushuang, possessed peerless might and was on the verge of ascending to the king realm, where he would sit and watch the epochs rise and fall.
Immortal energy pervaded an ancient land, where immortal light shone brilliantly. Many beings with mighty blood energy cultivated in seclusion here. With every breath they took, the Great Dao resonated and trembled.
In its central region, a peerlessly handsome young man in a Daoist robe cultivated in seclusion, his face like mutton-fat jade. His long golden hair fell to his waist like strands of gold, brilliant and dazzling.
As his eyes opened and closed, they revealed a pair of extraordinary silver pupils marked with crosses. Their mere movement gave rise to thunder, like lightning streaking across the sky!
Countless symbols of the Great Dao filled his body, floating densely through the void and glowing with faint golden light.
"Whew. I've finally mastered the Indestructible Scripture." He let out a long breath.
His name was He Xian, and he was He Wushuang's son. He was also a reincarnated soul, one of the unpredictable variables.
Perfect World-a world where one man crushes everyone in his epoch, whether Immortal Kings or undying kings. The Desolate Heaven Emperor is destined to stand alone across all eternity. Yet he had been born in the Foreign Realm, a world destined for destruction.
Although his status was illustrious, his father was certain to ascend to the undying king realm, and he himself could reach the Quasi-King realm without lifting a finger, still...
He Xian calmed his complicated emotions and rose to his feet. In this life, he possessed the bloodlines of two undying kings. With supreme nobility and talent that dazzled the world, he was destined to tower over an entire era.
No, to be more precise, he possessed the bloodline of one undying king and one quasi-undying king.
For now, the bloodline of Kundi, the Foreign Realm's foremost undying king "giant," remained dominant.
That was why his pupils were silver.
The golden crosses in his father He Wushuang's eyes also originated from the master of the Immortal Refining Pot.
These were not merely eyes, but also a peerless ancestral technique.
"I wonder how they compare to double pupils." His pupils shone as he severed the void before him.
One had to remember that the World Tree still presided over the Foreign Realm at this time. Even Supremes could not tear through the void so easily.
He Xian nodded in satisfaction. Still, the road ahead was difficult, and he had to keep striving.
"It's time to step into the world." He gazed toward the center of heaven and earth. Far in the distance stood a vast ancient tree, each leaf bearing a star. Tangible laws of the Great Dao emerged, manifesting in reality and coalescing into physical forms, boundless and unfathomable.
The World Tree-a vast, whole, flawless World Tree.
One of the foundations of the Foreign Realm.
Another member of his clan, He Ziming, had already stepped into the world.
"Peak Self-Slaying Realm cultivation." He examined his own combat strength. What he needed now was actual battle.
He Xian drifted gracefully out of his place of seclusion.
He had perfectly inherited He Wushuang's peerless looks. Graceful as an immortal, he was so beautiful that many immortal maidens would feel ashamed of their own appearance.
"Young Ancestor!"
"Young Ancestor!"
"Young Ancestor, you've emerged from seclusion."
Respectful voices came from every direction as servants and Crane Clan experts greeted him. Finally, a gray-robed steward in the Supreme realm hurried forward.
He was a middle-aged man shrouded in chaotic energy, temporarily overseeing all the Crane Clan's affairs.
At the center of a magnificent palace, He Xian asked with keen interest, "Which undying Emperor Clan's ancestral land is closest to our Crane Clan's?"
"Hmm? Young Ancestor." The middle-aged man hesitated, momentarily stunned, but still gave an accurate answer. "The Red King Clan's ancestral land is the closest."
The Red King was known as the most ferocious undying king. At the end of the Immortal Ancient era, he had refined an Immortal King alive, slaughtering his way to unrivaled fame.
"Oh? Has anyone from that clan stepped into the world?" He Xian continued.
"Yes. A descendant of the Red King named Chi Menghong has emerged. He is counted among the Six Little Emperors." This time, the middle-aged man answered without any hesitation.
The Six Little Emperors? He Xian seemed to recall something, but he still could not quite remember. All he knew was that this was an epoch in which the Desolate Heaven Emperor smashed everything in his path.
It had been far too long. Perfect World could already be considered an ancient masterpiece.
He did not dwell on it.
"Let's go, then. Come with me to the Red King's ancestral land." He Xian smiled brilliantly.
Now that he had mastered his divine art, he was eager to test his sword against the world.
The next day.
He set out with an old servant, heading east. After crossing countless mountains and rivers, they reached an ancient land several days later.
Like the Crane Clan's ancestral land, this place was suffused with immortal energy, obscuring it from view-a manifestation of its formidable, terrifying power.
Many beings sat cross-legged at the outskirts of the ancient land, comprehending the Dao. In an undying king's place of seclusion, the Dao essence alone was enough for beings below the Supreme realm to ponder day and night.
Some had three heads and six arms; others had sheep heads and human bodies-all manner of strange forms. Most here were young, their presence gripping the soul. They belonged to different races and possessed different forms.
"That is the Golden Sheep lineage."
"This is the Six-Armed Deva lineage."
Behind He Xian, the old servant explained each in detail. Of course, he introduced only those seated beings who belonged to undying king clans.
The Foreign Realm maintained a strict hierarchy and placed great importance on bloodlines. How could the descendant of an undying being possibly lose to the child of a mortal-path Supreme?
Many beings opened their eyes to glance at the two newcomers, then closed them again.
Unmoved and unconcerned, they quietly continued comprehending the Dao.
"Let's go," He Xian said, looking into the depths of this ancestral land.
He continued forward.
"Wait." Just then, someone spoke.
"This is that lord's final place of seclusion. No one may enter and disturb him."
He Xian raised his eyes and looked over. A being blazing with silver light had risen to his feet. He possessed a human torso, a snake's head, divine wings on his back, and a gleaming snake tail.
"Snake Yaksha," the Crane Clan's old servant introduced softly beside He Xian's ear.
"This is Lord Red King's place of seclusion. How dare you advance and attempt to disturb him?" Snake Yaksha spoke with a fierce gaze and the reverence of a pilgrim.
The Red King had once wielded a weapon and slain an Immortal King. Even the Foreign Realm considered this undying king far too ferocious to offend.
"I have no intention of offending the king. I merely stepped into the world a few days ago and wish to find Chi Menghong to hone myself." He Xian looked at Snake Yaksha and spoke in a quiet, measured voice.
"Chi Menghong, one of the Six Little Emperors?" Every young being present opened their eyes upon hearing that name.
Without exception, in the Foreign Realm, an Emperor Clan was a forbidden mountain that none could scale.
"Lord Chi Menghong?" Snake Yaksha was dazed.
"Then may I ask, honored one, which clan do you hail from?" Snake Yaksha asked in disbelief.
"Crane," He Xian answered calmly.
"So you are a young lord of the Crane Clan. Forgive me for my many offenses." Fear washed over Snake Yaksha at his own rashness. He trembled, his gaze no longer fierce.
The Crane Clan already counted as a Quasi-Emperor Clan in the Foreign Realm. Merely calling He Wushuang's true name twice would cause unimaginable things to happen.