Chapter 1515

The Desolate Pagoda—how incredibly ancient is its existence? Tracing back through the long ages, where does it truly originate? This ancient artifact is indeed exceptionally mysterious.

The Immortal Bell is likewise extraordinary; astonishingly, it was born in Kunlun, containing all the myriad secrets of the heavens and proving unfathomable. Furthermore, the Emperor’s Green Cauldron also originated in Kunlun, bearing the imprints of immortal fragments.

White clouds drifted, reaching people's knees. The ancient continent was filled with clamor as people marveled at the past. The mythical era was too distant, leaving behind numerous unsolved mysteries.

The hostile atmosphere in the Celestial Palace softened. The Kunlun remnants put away the black Human Emperor Seal and ceased their attacks. Many Great Sages resumed their seats to discuss the rules and order for the opening of the Path to Immortality.

"If everyone in the world can achieve immortality, there's nothing to debate. But if there's a time limit, and only a select few can enter the Immortal Realm, then a battle will be the only way to decide the outcome."

"I propose that lineages possessing Emperor artifacts should claim more spots to ensure their path is clear."

"Why?!" someone immediately retorted. Not every Great Sage present possessed an ultimate ancient weapon. In fact, even across all the myriad heavens and realms, only a handful owned such artifacts. The number of ancient Great Emperors who ever lived was exceedingly small.

"Naturally, strength speaks for itself," the old patriarch of Blood Phoenix Mountain said indifferently. "Otherwise, you and I can each take an ancient artifact and have a contest outside the realm to see how things end." He, of course, referred to himself wielding an ancient Imperial artifact, while the other person would only have a traditional Saint weapon.

Would such a duel have any suspense? Without a doubt, it would be a one-sided affair; no miracles would occur!

In the central Celestial Palace, everything was laid bare. With the hope of immortality at stake, the Great Sages sat down to negotiate, but their discussions were fiercely contentious, with each thinking only of their own race.

In the face of cruel reality, every detail had to be meticulously weighed. At such a moment, demonstrating noble integrity would only be perceived as foolishness; securing the greatest benefit for one's own race was paramount.

"Is having an Emperor artifact so impressive?" a Devouring God Rat remarked coldly. "When a Quasi-Emperor emerges from my race, everything will change, and even Emperor artifacts might change hands!"

This Great Sage was unique, as it had not assumed human form. With sharp fangs and glowing green eyes, it was a silver divine rat whose entire body seemed ablaze with dazzling silver flames, appearing as large as a giant elephant.

"Is that so? So far, only the human race has produced a Quasi-Emperor," someone retorted coldly, showing no concern. "We eagerly await the arrival of a Great Emperor from your race!"

"I, too, believe it's inappropriate to allocate spots on the Path to Immortality based on whether one possesses an Emperor artifact; it should be divided by race," a Pixiu declared, breathing out clouds and mist, having evolved into a terrifying ancestral dragon form.

"Everyone, let's stop arguing over these matters for now and focus on establishing laws," another individual interjected. "This isn't a spoils-sharing meeting. Let's first discuss the current grave situation."

"Indeed, the Big Dipper is currently in turmoil. I fear this land will be shattered even before the Path to Immortality opens; we need a plan. We must eliminate some unsettling elements—for instance, the Human Holy Body, who killed members of the Golden Crow Clan and destroyed Mount Sumeru. Such dangerous individuals constantly stir up conflict. Shouldn't they be suppressed? What do you all think? I believe it's highly necessary!"

An old woman known as Granny Feng spoke, her face a mass of wrinkles so deep they could seemingly hold grains of rice. Her words were sinister, immediately revealing her as a formidable individual not easily provoked.

After speaking, she glanced at the Great Peacock Ming King, then at the Golden Crow Great Sage, clearly aiming to unify their front.

Human hearts are unpredictable; sometimes they are sinister and easily swayed. With so many Great Sages present, if a few could truly be persuaded, especially the great clans possessing ancient Imperial artifacts, then perhaps the Human Holy Body could truly be eliminated.

Unfortunately, the Great Peacock Ming King remained expressionless, uttering not a single word.

In truth, she wished to eliminate Ye Fan, but that battle made her realize how difficult it would be to contend with several Emperor artifacts—they were a powerful alliance!

Furthermore, Old Monk Mahakasyapa had been drawn away by that flamboyant monk, becoming his Dharma Protector King. He constantly cleaned up the monk's messes, believing him to be a miraculous reincarnation of Buddhism.

The Golden Crow Great Sage's expression was grim; naturally, he had to state his position. He said sinisterly, "The Human Holy Body is arrogant, as everyone can see. This fiend acts brazenly, employing sharp and ruthless methods. He killed members of my Golden Crow lineage and even attacked the ancestral heritage of Emperor Amitabha. What use is there in keeping such a madman? We should jointly attack him and simply eliminate him!"

"Your clan provokes us again and again. Do you truly wish for annihilation?" Just then, the Ancient Golden Roc appeared with a thunderous roar, flapping its wings to send two stone coffins hurtling to land before Granny Feng and the Golden Crow Great Sage.

The Dragon Horse also appeared, carrying a killing sword on its back. Though unsheathed, it exuded a fierce, murderous aura, as if capable of slaying immortals!

Ye Fan was surprised; they had been gone for a long time. Had they gone to refine sword qi? It seemed as though a formidable weapon was truly within that scabbard, intimidating everyone present.

"Then how about we take this outside?" a young man from the Golden Crow Clan stood up. He had been silent moments ago, but now he was calm and composed.

This individual possessed an extraordinary demeanor, dressed in golden feathered robes, agile as a dragon, with an upright posture, long golden hair, and eyes that gleamed and shone brightly.

Everyone's heart trembled. He was fearless even in the face of Emperor artifacts; what was his backing? It seemed his identity was extraordinary.

"This is His Royal Highness Prince Huaizun, of our clan's current generation," an old Saint introduced.

"This is merely a discussion where everyone expresses their views," a Great Sage interjected, playing the peacemaker and dissuading both sides. "It's best not to resort to force today; let's all sit down and talk."

"It's merely a flawed Emperor artifact," the elder of the Golden Crow Clan said chillingly, his face as dark as water. "When a Great Emperor from my clan arrives, all external objects will be useless!"

The Golden Crow Clan has a Quasi-Emperor!

This legend had always existed, and now that he had made such a statement, it was likely true, sending a chill down everyone's spines. Once someone reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, everything would change; they would be utterly invincible!

Bearing the title 'Emperor' signified a world of difference from a Great Sage; this chasm was insurmountable. It was impossible to defy and defeat an Emperor!

If such a person became ruthless, even possessing an Emperor artifact wouldn't be enough, as one couldn't constantly activate it. If he wished to kill you, he would have ample opportunities.

One must remember, back then, Gai Jiuyou, despite his depleted vital energy and weakened body from old age, could still contend with the peak Great Sage of an ancient clan wielding a golden mace, without relying on an Emperor artifact. How astonishing and awe-inspiring was that?

Therefore, as soon as the Golden Crow elder finished speaking, everyone's hearts pounded. If they offended the Golden Crow lineage now, there would absolutely be immense trouble in the future.

However, the Ancient Golden Roc, Dragon Horse, and others remained fearless. They directly found a table, transformed into human forms, and sat down. All the Sages were wary of the killing sword on their backs.

Not long after, the strange atmosphere dissipated, and the Celestial Palace resumed its endless debates, with powerful individuals from various races all proceeding from their own interests to establish laws.

In the central Heaven Palace, all attendees were either clan leaders, Great Sages, or at minimum, Saint Kings. Ordinary Saints could only listen and express opinions from outside the hall, as too many people had arrived from the myriad heavens and realms.

Soon after, Jiang Yifei emerged, entrusting the task of establishing laws and order to an old Saint of the Jiang Clan, leaving that person to negotiate there.

He was as handsome as jade, outstanding and transcendent. Especially after having just confronted the Kunlun remnants holding the Human Emperor Seal, his imposing aura was intimidating. His appearance at this moment naturally attracted attention.

Many young women's eyes shone with admiration as they whispered, their evaluation of Jiang Yifei exceptionally high. Even if he truly wasn't a Child of the Emperor, he likely wouldn't be any weaker.

Afterward, Fenghuang also emerged. With many Great Sages confronting each other in the hall and their words sharply opposed, the atmosphere was too oppressive, so she temporarily withdrew.

She wore a five-colored mask, enveloped in divine glows, like a fairy veiled in mystery. Her figure was tall and slender, graceful and elegant, and appearing amidst the clouds, she was indescribably beautiful, causing people to turn their heads.

On this ancient continent, mist pervaded, and the palaces and pavilions looked ethereal, as if covered by a thin veil. The relatively younger masters were all outside, not having gone to the great hall.

"Brother Jiang, I've heard much about you, and meeting you proves you're even more renowned," a man in silver armor said, standing up not far away. His battle armor shone brightly like flickering flames, exuding a valiant aura.

Beside him was a woman with eyes like autumn water and bones like jade. Dressed in radiant robes, she was ethereal as a fairy. Standing together, they resembled a perfect couple.

It was precisely the Saint Spirit with flesh and blood, and Princess Yueling of the Nine Li Dynasty. They had been seated at a stone table in front of a pavilion but now both stood up and walked forward together to greet him.

"You flatter me, Brother," Jiang Yifei said with a smile, simultaneously greeting Princess Yueling, one of the most beautiful women in the world.

"Brother Jiang's demeanor rivals that of a young Great Emperor," the man continued. "I had the fortune to see an ancient painting, a portrait of Hengyu Supreme, and after seeing you, Brother Jiang, I truly thought a Great Emperor had been resurrected."

The Saint Spirit with flesh and blood invited Jiang Yifei to the stone table, ordered a cup of divine brew, and introduced himself, revealing that he was a Saint Spirit from beyond this realm, named Shi Zhongxuan.

With three such prominent figures—Jiang Yifei, Shi Zhongxuan, and Princess Yueling—sitting together, it was impossible not to draw attention. Moreover, outside the Celestial Palace, there was a sea of people, so they were naturally the focus of everyone's gaze.

"The Feng Clan Princess has also emerged; her name is long-renowned," someone whispered nearby. "From the age of thirteen, she was able to create extraordinary secret techniques, and not long ago, she even deciphered the immortal scripture puzzle on her clan's stone tablet. She truly is an extraordinary woman."

Princess Yueling stood up and invited Fenghuang over. She, too, sat at the stone table, and they began discussing the Dao and ancient lore together.

In a moment, over a dozen people were seated here, all eminent figures and top individuals of their respective clans. Most were from outside this realm, hailing from different races.

"How about we invite a few more young fellow cultivators?" Shi Zhongxuan smiled. Although the divine blood within him was suppressed, he still exuded an immense pressure that made those nearby reluctant to approach.

"Oh, His Highness Prince Huaizun of the Golden Crow Clan has also emerged," someone suggested. "How about we invite him over as well?"

This prince of the Golden Crow Clan had a calm expression. Seeing someone beckon him over, he naturally felt a chill upon using his Heavenly Eye to observe, as none of them were ordinary. He then strode over.

"The Golden Crow Clan embodies the great fortune of heaven and earth; they have flourished without decline since ancient times," someone sighed. "Known as divine birds, residing in the sun, sons of the Heavenly Emperor, their legends are endless and inspiring."

Legend has it that the Golden Crow Clan are descendants of the Heavenly Emperor, with supreme precious blood flowing in their veins, which is the fundamental reason for their immense power.

Many turned their gaze, hoping Prince Huaizun could explain the truth.