" Quasi-Emperor a century old? This is outrageous..."
In the vast mountains and seas, a figure in silver robes stood still, like a celestial being descending to earth. The black and white Dao rings behind him seemed to contain all the mysteries of the world. The aura of Quasi-Emperor permeated the air, shaking thousands of miles away, making people's souls tremble, and instinctively expressing respect to a higher Life form in their bones.
"Is this for real?!" The Golden Lion slapped his head, unable to believe the fact that the Heavenly Mandate Palace had entered the Quasi-Emperor realm. It was simply like a fairy tale.
The other person isn't even a hundred years old yet.
Many Saint felt their legs go weak, not because of pressure, but because they were in a state of disbelief, their eyes glazed over, as if they were looking at a dream.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan also felt immense pressure, his body radiating a green glow, and the flawless Quasi-Emperor Artifact within him revived and began to fight back on its own.
He was also surprised.
However, after a moment, he figured it out. The opponent probably hadn't broken through the Quasi-Emperor barrier yet, otherwise he wouldn't have been unable to restrain his oppressive aura.
A true Quasi-Emperor, when calm, is like a still, deep pool; when enraged, he is like a raging storm, Demon Lord descending upon the mortal realm...
Thinking this, he abandoned the Daoist he was fighting, took a step forward, and, braving the terrifying pressure, walked up to the silver-robed youth, exclaiming, "To surpass one's master and defeat another, True Self family's prodigy!"
Chapter 705 Observations on the Mandate Palace
Upon returning to see his relatives and friends, a glint of light flickered in the eyes of Wu Lan, the master of the Mandate Palace, like a sun shining through the clouds, but it quickly subsided, and he merely nodded slightly.
He didn't know when it started, but apart from his mother and sisters, everyone else gradually became distant in his heart.
Unlike others, he was a true prince, whose upbringing surpassed even that of the Forbidden Zone Heir. From the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation, he was like Heavenly Mandate, radiating a light that made his contemporaries unable to look up.
Like the prodigies on Earth in the original timeline: Long Yuxuan, Phoenix Heavenly Maiden, Zhan Yifan, You Weiyu, Yan Xiaoyu, and Zhang Qingyang, they were all outstanding individuals of their time with extraordinary talent; otherwise, they would not have been accepted as disciples by Heavenly Emperor Ye.
These people had all competed with the master of the Mandate Palace and were easily defeated. Among them, the twin sisters " You Weiyu and Yan Xiaoyu " of Kunlun were even beaten to the point of losing their Dao heart balance.
Some of these You Weiyu traveled far beyond their borders, not wanting to compete with that person.
Yan Xiaoyu was convinced and willingly became a follower of the master of the Mandate Palace, letting him do as he pleased.
Growing up in such an environment, this young Supreme was bestowed the title of Heavenly Mandate, gradually developed a huge gap with others.
All his peers respected and feared him...
Ultimately, after becoming the master of the Mandate Palace, this young man, born of destiny, faced south and declared himself emperor, becoming Young Emperor with a rank second only to the Quasi-Emperor, enjoying the highest honor.
The spiritual barriers arising from differences in location, concepts, status, and living environments among different beings are real.
Looking back, a century has passed; he has grown accustomed to silence.
because...
Silence inspires awe and saves us from many trivial matters...
In short, after a brief moment of thought, the young Heavenly Mandate Palace's hair fluttered, a subtle expression appeared on his face, and his lips moved, but he remained silent.
The next moment, his attitude finally changed, and he clearly called out, "Elder brother..."
Despite it being a brief address, for some reason, Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine.
It was as if an unspeakable, thick barrier had already separated them.
This barrier, its origins unknown, severed the blood ties between the two.
Ye Fan sighed inwardly, having some speculations about the past.
But regardless of how you look at it, the two are brothers born of the same mother.
"Palace Master!"
The Daoist priest beside him bowed respectfully, as if he were addressing a master.
This reaction shocked everyone present.
"This is a Half-Step Quasi-Emperor..." someone thought in surprise.
However, considering that the person in front of him has reached the level of Quasi-Emperor and has such a terrifying bone age, it is not surprising that he has such a subordinate.
In the ensuing conversation, Black Emperor, with a wicked grin, pointed out the Daoist's obstruction, his eyes full of sarcasm.
To its surprise, Daoist Mozhu did not argue, but stepped forward to apologize, saying that he was unaware of the relationship between the two.
"Please punish me, Your Honor!"
"I sent you to the Mandate Palace out of consideration for Zhu Ji, to give you a chance. Today, you overstepped your authority."
The black-haired youth, expressionless, uttered these words, then pressed down with a finger. In an instant, a complex array of patterns appeared, stimulating nine strands of Chaos light, condensed into one, extremely intense, transforming into a Chaos chain. The Quasi-Emperor aura contained within it was unmistakably revealed, suppressing the Great Qian, and then directly pierced into the Daoist's brow.
After a muffled groan, the Daoist's aura weakened considerably, his face turned pale, and he almost knelt down. His aura dropped from that of Half-Step Quasi-Emperor to almost fall from the Great Saint Ninth Heaven.
Despite such severe punishment, he maintained his half-bowed posture as before, without harboring any resentment, until his superiors ordered him to step down before he left.
After doing all this, the black-haired youth turned around and apologized.
"My subordinates are ignorant; I hope you will forgive them, elder brother."
At the same time, he glanced at the Big Black Dog, which made Black Emperor's heart skip a beat. He could only grin and agree, thinking to himself that this was a Ruthless One who could not be judged by ordinary standards.
"It's alright. I was impolite today; it has nothing to do with Senior Mozhu," Ye Fan sighed inwardly.
He watched all this with mixed feelings. In his memory, his younger brother was still that lively and cheerful child who hid behind their mother. Now, the other had become a qualified leader.
However, with his insight, he could also see that the attack only appeared heavy; in reality, it suppressed the Dao Fire in the heart of the Great Saint of the Torch Dragon Clan, which was beneficial to the latter's cultivation.
The reason the opponent was trapped in the Great Saint Ninth Heaven was precisely because of the imbalance of water and fire.
Despite originating from the Fire Torch Dragon Tribe, he cultivated Yin Water supernatural powers, calling himself Mo. A water dragon emerged from among the fire dragons; he was indeed extraordinary, rising from adversity to cultivate both water and fire, and stepping into the realm of the Great Saint.
However, if he wanted to become Quasi-Emperor, he had clearly gone astray. The Great Path of Heart Fire was not orthodox, and those who manipulated Heart Fire would eventually become slaves to it.
The Daoist priest's hostility towards them was clearly caused by anger.
The Chaos chain that suppressed the Daoist's inner fire and Dao treasures, while destroying his cultivation by one level, paved the way for Mozhu's ultimate Yin path, giving him renewed hope of breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
This is undoubtedly a life-saving grace.
But then again...
" Zhu Ji, could it be that one?"
Ye Fan pondered to himself, thinking of the illusory form of the Torch Dragon in the Central Heavenly Palace of the Luo Heaven Great Realm, the beloved daughter of the Ancient Supreme, and the behind-the-scenes backer of the Torch Dragon Tribe...
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the black-haired youth rolled up his sleeves and performed a miraculous feat of shifting stars.
When everyone came to their senses, they were already in front of a huge, colorful mountain range.
This is undoubtedly a colossal mountain, towering for 90,000 li (approximately 45,000 kilometers). The palace complex on top stretches endlessly, and most remarkably, the walls of all the palaces are connected together, with a giant twelve-petaled lotus flower imprinted on them.
The lotus was pure white, shrouded in celestial mist, and the Dao of Fortune contained within it was astonishing. Even the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, which was known for its powerful blood and qi, felt insignificant in front of this white lotus.
Ye Fan believed that this lotus possessed a spirit, a deduction that greatly surprised him.
"Could it be a Quasi-Emperor level magic artifact? Is that why it possesses a spirit?" Ye Fan wondered, his heart filled with unease.
His younger brother is now truly extraordinary, a great figure in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, surpassing his elder brother.
Upon seeing the silver-robed figure, two rows of armored soldiers outside the palace on the mountaintop bowed in unison. There were nearly a thousand of them, all of whom were Saint, and even eighteen Great Saint.
"A being like the Great Saint is only fit to guard outside the palace?"
The Big Black Dog gasped. The owner here was far too extravagant. Even the Great Emperor Wushi back then didn't have such an extravagant lifestyle.
"Back then, even the Great Saint under the Great Emperor could serve in the Imperial Palace..." the Black Emperor muttered, secretly resolving that he must become Quasi-Emperor and guard the gate in the future.
The Wu Shi Lineage is no weaker than anyone else!
The master of the Mandate Palace stepped into the temple.
With each step he took, the armored soldiers on both sides knelt down in unison, the clanging of their silver and gold armor resounding loudly, and the battle halberds forged from five-colored divine iron stretched across the sky like two ceremonial banners welcoming him.
This process had a solemn and somber atmosphere, which was deeply moving.
Even Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable and out of place; he had never experienced such a grand spectacle before.
However, he could vaguely guess that these soldiers and generals were not all real people, creating a sense of detachment where reality and illusion intertwined.
"As you suspected, brother, these guards are the resentful souls of those who died fighting bravely, whom I discovered in the burial pits of the Underworld. I used my Fortune spirits, allowing them to see the light of day again in this way..."
Just as Ye Fan was making his guesses, he heard a divine thought transmission in his ear.
He blinked, somewhat incredulous, and said, "Back to life? How is that possible?"
Even the laws of Fortune could not achieve this level of perfection.
The Heavenly Mandate Palace shook his head. "How can an incomplete existence be considered a resurrection? It's merely a few wisps of soul light relying on the body to remain incorrupt. Now it's relying on the Immortal of the Foreign Realm Immortal Gold for immortality, the spiritual light is dim, and self-awareness is infinitely close to nothing... Who would want this kind of mechanical ' Longevity '?"
Ye Fan had even more doubts in his heart and wanted to discuss this further. Although he had a long lifespan, he had long been preparing for the future, wanting to Longevity Immortal of the Foreign Realm and live forever with his relatives and friends!
When it came to the last few rows, the ghost generals at the Great Saint Realm did not kneel down, but merely bowed, yet even this was incredibly awe-inspiring.
The group entered the palace,
The ninth floor of the Heavenly Mandate Palace is the main palace, filled with Chaos waterfalls. The entire temple is painted in black and white tones, giving it a solemn feel.
Upon arriving at the main palace, the black-haired youth said, "Please," and sat down with Ye Fan.
The others stood behind Ye Fan, not daring to sit down, except for the Big Black Dog who shamelessly sat down.
This fellow immediately recognized that the tea brewing in the teapot was extraordinary; it was the Enlightenment Ancient Tea.
With the Enlightenment Immortal Tree entering the Void Realm, the value of Enlightenment Tea Leaves skyrocketed.
Because no matter what, the Immortal Tree produces 365 tea leaves every year.
The supplies were limited and far from enough to go around, naturally leading to the exorbitant price of this item in the outside world...
Upon meeting, Ye Fan first inquired about his mother's condition.
Speaking of his mother, a hint of tenderness appeared in the eyes of the master of the Mandate Palace, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. The whole palace resonated with this, and everyone felt inexplicably happy, as if something good had happened.
Even Ye Fan was no exception; naturally, he did not resist this fluctuation.
"Mother is doing well. She's currently in seclusion at the Divine Medicine Palace. My family will soon have another female saint." The black-haired youth smiled, his tone becoming much gentler and more genuine.
The two gradually warmed up to each other, and after reminiscing about the past, Ye Fan finally brought up someone from this trip.
"They're from my father's side; some of them are good-for-nothings."
The black-haired youth neither agreed nor objected.