Chapter 1666: Emperor Versus Emperor

On the unadorned cauldron wall, a golden light flashed, and the figure of a transcendent celestial maiden emerged, transforming into an imprinted Dao pattern and becoming one with all creation.

Everyone was deeply shaken. The Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi was truly astonishing. What kind of mysterious and unfathomable transformation was this, where even imperial blood became part of its runes?

As the ash scattered, many were too stunned to comprehend. An ancient imperial princess had fallen just like that, a cruel and shocking end.

The starfield fell silent, and many felt a chill. This was not a good omen. Ye Fan’s rise was unstoppable; he was simply too formidable.

In the early Quasi-Emperor stage, imperial blood was considered insurmountable, possessing an unparalleled innate advantage. Yet, it had just been mercilessly suppressed and slain with a casual raise of a hand.

After the silence, murmurs spread across the dark universe. Everyone present, though powerful, found their emotions unsettled. They were all terrified, a cold sweat breaking out on their backs.

The Golden Heavenly Maiden had fallen, becoming a pile of bones on the path to emperorship.

Shenming, then the Heavenly Maiden — two consecutive falls. Would there be a third? Ye Fan had implicitly become a slayer of supreme descendants, specializing in eliminating beings of this caliber, a truly bone-chilling prospect.

One a supreme son, the other an imperial heavenly maiden, yet both met such an end. The path to emperorship was indeed ruthless, eliciting deep sighs of lament.

The unadorned cauldron floated above, releasing streams of mother qi that cascaded down like waterfalls, enveloping Ye Fan. His expression was obscured, but his eyes gleamed brilliantly, intensely intimidating, their light beams clearly visible.

At this moment, the Dragon Maiden felt a profound sense of powerlessness. Of the three imperial bloodline powerhouses who had attacked, two had perished in an instant—it was too sudden, too quick.

Now only she remained. What else could she do? Fight? Even with an imperial Dao artifact in hand, it would be futile. Ye Fan wielded the Chaos Green Lotus, capable of defending against everything.

That truly was a heaven-defying Dao Lotus. Its three leaves seemed to prop up the sky, dissolving all laws of creation, making it impenetrable. This revelation not only made her tremble but also shook all the powerful beings across the universe.

Possessing this Dao plant was akin to being inherently invincible. Who could break through it? This was not merely a problem for her; it would be a daunting challenge that would strike fear into the hearts of all future Quasi-Emperor powerhouses.

Who could afford to ignore it? Who would dare to ignore it?!

From this day onward, Ye Fan truly became a formidable obstacle, a threat to many. All the powerful figures would have to consider how to overcome him and how to face him.

Clearly, he would be a formidable adversary that everyone would have to contend with. This would become a "phenomenon" that demanded specialized countermeasures and consideration on how to fight against it.

In this battle, Ye Fan’s rise would be like an unstoppable volcanic eruption, shaking the starfield and inevitably causing a great upheaval.

With a dragon's roar, the purple dragon soared into the sky, then plummeted downwards. Its supreme Dao divine might was unmatched as the imperial Dao artifact revived, its combat power reaching its zenith, striking down with immense force.

The Dragon Maiden was utterly unwilling to concede. If she retreated now, what confidence would she have left? All her pride would vanish like a fleeting illusion, rendering her entire path of conquest meaningless.

No matter what, she had to launch one more strike, to attempt again to break through the Chaos Green Lotus. This was the imperial Dao weapon forged by her father; could it truly be inferior to a mere lotus?

"Clang!"

The majestic head of the great dragon spanned the sky, crashing down. Such an assault could undoubtedly shatter a star sea, reducing all stars to ash.

Bear in mind, this was a Quasi-Emperor channeling its power!

Ye Fan was fearless. With the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi above his head and the Green Lotus in his hand, he ascended against the heavens, confronting the great dragon. It was a truly formidable clash of offense and defense, colliding head-on.

The three leaves of the Green Lotus emitted three beams of verdant light. This was the heaven-opening immortal light from the primordial era, giving birth to all things and dissolving laws invisibly, possessing an ineffable charm.

Overwhelming imperial Dao laws spread out like ripples, but were swiftly repelled and rapidly dissolved, leaving behind only wisps of chaotic mist, strikingly beautiful.

"Dragon's Roar Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

The imperial princess roared. The purple true dragon coiled, forming a mountain of stacked serpentine coils in the air. Each segment of its body glowed with purple light, then vibrated at high speed, causing the entire universe to resonate.

Dragon roars reverberated, stunning everyone in the distant sky, their minds nearly shattering. Even across such vast distances, almost spanning galaxies, the terror was palpable.

Everyone decisively retreated!

"This is an ancient emperor's roar!" someone exclaimed. "It's as if a true emperor has revived, roaring across the universe in this era, the purple dragon dominating the mortal realm!"

No one could withstand the roar of an ancient emperor. Furthermore, the purple true dragon coiled, its body rhythmically trembling, its posture moving in unison with the Dao sound. This was an ultimate attack.

This was no longer the Dragon Maiden wielding the imperial Dao weapon; rather, the artifact itself had revived and was attacking autonomously, driven by its own anger. From ancient times until now, if one had not achieved the Dao, who could challenge imperial might?

That individual wished to overturn everything, so he must be destroyed!

The Myriad Dragon Bell vibrated autonomously. Even the Dragon Maiden, its wielder, trembled at heart, her body swaying as she floated amidst the pervasive purple light. She had already lost her grip, unable to control the weapon.

The situation had escalated beyond her expectations.

This was the inviolable majesty of an imperial Dao artifact engaging in a decisive battle. As the dragon's roar and immense draconic body pressed down, Ye Fan indeed suffered a terrifying impact.

The Chaos Green Lotus trembled, its entire stalk bent, and even its three leaves swayed precariously as if about to detach. Verdant mist filled the sky, making the area resemble boiling water.

"Be destroyed!"

The Dragon Maiden sneered, her entire body radiating purple light. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of vital blood, a dazzling purple essence that erupted onto the draconic form of the Myriad Dragon Bell, making its aura even more potent.

This blood was no ordinary matter; it was the refined essence of her imperial bloodline, imbued with her father's aura. Applied to the ultimate Dao weapon, it naturally caused it to tremble violently.

It was as if the one who had refined it had returned, standing by its side, fighting alongside it, once again unleashing that glorious era where it swept across all heroes under the heavens.

Purple qi burst through the universe, as if about to shatter this cage and pierce into the immortal realm. Nothing was visible here but the surging imperial Dao dragon qi and purple light.

The Green Lotus was under immense pressure, clanging. With a hum, its three leaves unfurled indignantly, and symbols appeared one after another, flowing out from the leaves and scattering across the high heavens.

This was like a scripture, arranged with symbols incomprehensible to ordinary people, imprinted in every inch of space. It stabilized this part of the universe, neutralizing the Myriad Dragon Bell's pressure, as verdant light surged towards the great dragon.

Brilliant collisions and fierce impacts transformed the area into a tribulation zone more terrifying than a sea of thunder. No one knew what was happening, only vaguely hearing sounds of chanting.

In the end, two figures flickered into view: one stood upon the head of the great purple dragon, majestic and imposing, like an immortal monument, overlooking all beings.

The other imposing figure stood atop a colossal Green Lotus, proudly towering with unparalleled grace, gazing down on all of eternity.

Everyone was horrified. In a trance, they seemed to witness an ancient emperor confronting a great emperor. Between them, endless galaxies were annihilated, and countless Dao patterns crumbled.

What was this? Terror gripped everyone!

Was this a battle transcending eras—an ancient emperor clashing with a recent Great Emperor? It was simply horrifying to contemplate, facing each other across space, a campaign spanning millions of years.

Purple splendor flowed like water, while verdant light cascaded like a waterfall. Between them, scriptures gleamed and various symbols erupted in a peak showdown. The surging tide shattered heaven and earth!

In a heaven-shaking burst of light, nothing could be seen there again. It was much later when the two figures rapidly charged at each other, then vanished together.

"What a pity," someone lamented. "Those were just fragments of the ancient emperor's and Great Emperor's imprints, too few to begin with. They simply couldn't withstand such a battle and were rapidly consumed."

Someone sighed lightly, feeling deep regret.

However, upon reflection, it made sense. If Great Emperors could truly clash across space, those ancient supreme beings would have no regrets. Once lost, what remained in the annals of time could only be remnants, unable to sustain a full battle, lasting only a few strikes at most.

Lights flickered continuously, and then only the Myriad Dragon Bell and the Chaos Green Lotus remained. The figures that had stood upon them had vanished without a trace.

Behind the purple true dragon, the Dragon Maiden's face was pale. Behind the Green Lotus, Ye Fan's expression subtly shifted. Their sensations differed, yet both had indeed just witnessed two phantoms confronting each other. That subtle sensation was akin to tracing back through time and beholding two emperors!

"Father..." the Dragon Maiden's voice trembled, and two lines of tears slid down her snow-white, jade-like face. Unseen for eons, to suddenly glimpse his back today made her heart tremble.

In this moment, she was not the decisive, star-destroying female Quasi-Emperor who slaughtered heavenly soldiers and generals, but merely a somewhat vulnerable woman, longing for ancient times, hoping to see the Dragon Emperor again, yearning to rush to her father's side.

Ye Fan calmed himself. He slowly raised the Green Lotus, pointing it forward, his face etched with indifference as he walked towards the Dragon Maiden. He could understand her emotions, but their opposing stances could not change; enemies would always remain enemies.

The terrible battle resumed. Both the Myriad Dragon Bell and the Green Lotus had dimmed slightly, their power significantly depleted by the clash of imperial phantoms, making it difficult for them to recover in a short time.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan swept the Green Lotus upwards, scattering the laws. Several runes on the true dragon were temporarily cleared, devoid of Dao fluctuations, as his fist glowed intensely and he struck forcefully.

A heaven-shaking roar erupted, startling all corners of the universe!

Everyone was shaken. What was he doing? The piercing sound was like a celestial god forging iron, causing the four poles of the universe to tremble and the mortal realm to fluctuate violently.

"Heavens, he's confronting an ultimate Dao weapon bare-handed, this..."

It was as if a myth was re-enacting itself!

He had not yet reached completion, the blood in his body not yet fully turned crimson, yet he dared to do this, pitting his physical body against an imperial Dao artifact. This was an unimaginable act.

In the four corners of the sky, everyone was dumbfounded. All who observed this battlefield fell into a brief silence, their hearts trembling, their spirits quivering. Was he truly defying the heavens?

What kind of shock was this? That was an imperial Dao artifact!

This was an artifact that simply could not be challenged, the top-tier sacred object that suppressed this world. Yet today, someone was actually attempting to break a myth that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, directly challenging its authority.

In the past, others had attempted this, but their cultivation should have been higher than his.

"He hasn't even reached completion, how can he do this?!"

Trembling voices carried disbelief. Pair after pair of eyes in the sky stared at that spot, many remaining silent, unable to utter a word.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan swept with the Green Lotus in his left hand and struck again with his Heavenly Emperor Fist in his right, directly confronting the imperial Dao artifact. Blazing light erupted, illuminating the universe and tracing an immortal radiance.