"You lived for a hundred and twenty-five thousand years in a single lifetime. How could that leave other cultivators any chance to become emperors? From now on, perhaps only the Heavenly Emperor's name will be passed down in this world!"
Those words voiced the shared feelings of many powerful cultivators present.
"Buddha is merciful." Golden Cicada sighed softly, a complicated light flickering in his eyes.
The years were merciless, and time slipped away.
These powerful cultivators who had once competed with Ye Fan were no longer young.
"I have never obstructed the path to enlightenment for the outstanding talents of later generations." Jiang Zhu shook his head gently, his expression calm and candid. "Didn't Ye Fan attain the Dao and become an emperor?"
"In the hundred thousand years afterward, the world was simply too barren of talent. Not a single person could reach the ninth heaven of the Quasi-Emperor realm, much less become an emperor."
"Then what about this lifetime?" someone could not help asking.
"Have any of you sensed the suppression of imperial Dao laws? If such suppression truly existed, how could you have emerged into the world so smoothly?" Ye Fan explained from beside him.
As his words fell, light flashed over his body, and three divine cauldrons appeared simultaneously.
There was a precious cauldron gleaming with the radiance of Phoenix Blood Red Gold, a divine cauldron shimmering with the luster of Immortal Tear Green Gold, and a supreme treasure cauldron containing the mysterious power of the Mother Qi of All Things.
The three cauldrons hovered above his head and to either side of him. Immortal light flowed around them, mysterious and extraordinary, as they radiated a transcendent pressure.
"Heavenly Emperor Jiang reined in his Great Dao a hundred thousand years ago. I, too, use these three supreme