Chapter 270 : Emperor Yan, Emperor Xi, and Emperor Wu

Chapter 270: Emperor Yan, Emperor Xi, and Emperor Wu

Under the supply of royal clan resources, Emperor Chu had managed to cultivate several Ultimate Realm secret techniques, and with some resources, he forged an Ultimate Realm Lifeform. Yet, the realization of a complete Origin Path was still a far and distant dream. As for venturing beyond the Source World someday—

With his level of strength, he would be among the lowest tier in places where countless powerhouses from billions of worlds gathered.

Most crucially… he still did not possess a cloning technique!

“My disciple… has surpassed the Divine King level? How long has he even cultivated?” Emperor Chu could hardly believe it.

A heaven-defying opportunity had landed right before him.

“Master, I am currently accompanying the Two Kingdom Ancestors. Once everything here is arranged, I will visit you in person and report everything in detail,” Luo Feng sent through a message.

“No rush, no rush at all,” Emperor Chu grinned broadly.

——

Among the Emperors and Monarchs of the Origin Continent, apart from Emperor Qing, the strongest individual was Emperor Ming.

He was solitary, keeping little connection with the other Emperors. Yet, he saw Luo Feng differently. To him, these powerful beings who had clawed their way up from the bottom were truly admirable.

During their interactions, Emperor Ming had once gifted Luo Feng a scroll of the Tribulation Beast Diagram—a true inheritance of his will-based secret technique—which had provided Luo Feng with significant help in his early will cultivation.

Of course—

The path of mental will Emperor Ming pursued was different from Luo Feng’s.

Before either of them had even comprehended an Origin Path, their wills had already surpassed the Divine King level, even touching the upper limits of the will’s might on the Origin Continent.

“Luo He became the Lord of the Milky Way?” Emperor Ming was slightly surprised at this moment. “Truly an extraordinary genius.”

Though startled, he quickly calmed down.

Having seen countless prodigies rise from humble beginnings within minor universes, Emperor Ming was in no hurry. He knew well that the path of cultivation was not about temporary victories but about the endless passage of eons.

So long as he kept groping forward in the darkness, he would eventually walk farther and farther.

Luo Feng, the Two Kingdom Ancestors, Emperor Qing, and the Ancestor of the East Extremity Region gathered together.

“If he truly achieved such accomplishments in so short a time, that is simply remarkable,” the Flame Wind Ancestor remarked as he looked at Luo Feng. “I imagine that even beyond the Source World, among the strongest of countless realms, he could stand in the most dazzling ranks.”

Luo Feng smiled. “But tell me, can they leap beyond the Cage?”

Both the Flame Wind Ancestor and the Thunder Ancestor paused.

“Leap beyond the Cage?”

Instantly, silence fell.

That was what every cultivator groping through darkness longed for—but it was also the hardest thing to attain. Like a carp leaping the dragon gate to become a dragon, like a mortal ascending to become an immortal—escaping the Cage was a complete metamorphosis.

“Difficult, truly difficult,” said the Ancestor of the East Extremity Region. “Even becoming a High-Rank Primordial Lifeform after leaping the Cage is but a legend.”

“So even with great talent, what of it?” Luo Feng smiled faintly. “There’s nothing to boast about.”

“Those of exceptional talent can at least easily reach the Half-Primordial level,” the Flame Wind Ancestor said. “I have cultivated for several eras and have only reached the Late-Stage God Emperor as a Seeker.”

“I abandoned the Seeker’s path,” said the Thunder Ancestor, “and chose instead to follow the Primordial Bloodline. At least you, Luo He, should find reaching the Half-Primordial level smooth on the Seeker’s road.”

“The road of cultivation must be taken one step at a time,” Luo Feng acknowledged clearly.

The supreme treasure he had exchanged—the Eye of Life and Death—had been redeemed only by those of extraordinary talent throughout history. Of the twelve previous exchangers, only one had leapt the Cage to become a High-Rank Primordial Lifeform—and even that one had perished in battle.

“This Luo He—so talented, yet so humble, without a trace of arrogance,” the Flame Wind Ancestor secretly sighed. “Such cultivators are the most terrifying—they always keep moving forward, step by step.”

“Luo He,” the Flame Wind Ancestor continued after glancing through all of Luo Feng’s records, “as far as I know, among my Ancient Flame Kingdom’s royal clan, Emperor Yan, Emperor Xi, and Emperor Wu have had some conflicts with you, haven’t they?”

Luo Feng frowned slightly. “Among the three, Emperor Wu and I truly bear a grudge. She once tried to threaten me by demanding the slaughter of every disciple in my Blade River Sect… fortunately, my Master, Emperor Chu, intervened and stopped her.”

“Emperor Wu’s temper is indeed cruel and violent,” the Flame Wind Ancestor nodded. “She has even struck at her own kin. She once ambushed your Master Emperor Chu, causing him to fall into the Filthy Blood River. There, on the verge of death from corruption, he fortunately found an innate treasure and barely escaped alive.”

“Brother Luo He,” the Flame Wind Ancestor asked, “how do you think we should deal with those three?”

“Since there is hatred, kill them all,” the Thunder Ancestor said bluntly.

Luo Feng replied, “Emperor Wu must die. As for the other two… hm?”

At that moment, Luo Feng, the Flame Wind Ancestor, the Thunder Ancestor, the East Extremity Region Ancestor, and Emperor Qing all turned in surprise to look toward a distant part of the Origin Continent—where the transmission channel lay.

——

“Emperor Wu has always been arrogant and self-important. Her methods were cruel, even toward our kin. The Ancestors never cared much, so she thought her conflict with Luo He was trivial.”

“She doesn’t understand… to the Two Kingdom Ancestors, we are all ants!”

“Emperor Xi—she is too fearful of the world beyond the Source World. With such a temperament, even if she leaves one day, she’ll never go far.”

“Enough.”

Having made his decision, Emperor Yan hesitated no more.

Whoosh!

A streak of rainbow light flashed—crossing half the Origin Continent in the blink of an eye—arriving at the site of the transmission channel.

The transmission channel of the Origin Continent lay deep within the Extremely Cold Ice Field, surrounded entirely by glacial formations. In an icy valley, protected by formation arrays, it was utterly stable.

Within that icy valley lay a dark, deep pool.

By the pool sat a cross-legged figure—it was one of Emperor Fu’s clones, patiently waiting for Luo He’s departure.

“Hm?” Emperor Fu looked up in surprise.

A flash of rainbow light streaked from the sky, and a figure descended into the icy valley—it was Emperor Yan.

“Emperor Yan?” Emperor Fu frowned. “You came here…”

Emperor Yan merely glanced at him without a word and leaped directly into the dark pool.

The pool shimmered with light. In the next instant, Emperor Yan had been transported out of the Origin Continent—to the world beyond the Source World.

“He left?” Emperor Fu understood at once. “Typical of Emperor Yan—decisive in action. He must have realized Luo He’s identity. Didn’t even bring his companions, just fled alone first.”

“That fits his nature well.”

Ruthless to his enemies.

And equally ruthless to himself.

——

Normally, Luo Feng and the others paid no attention to the countless beings across the Origin Continent. But when a being entered the transmission channel, it naturally caught their notice.

“Emperor Yan entered the channel,” Luo Feng said, sensing the light rippling from the dark pool in the icy valley. He knew Emperor Yan had escaped.

“Quick, isn’t he?” the Thunder Ancestor chuckled. “Brother Flame Wind, that Emperor Yan is quite sharp—sensed a hint of danger and bolted without hesitation.”

Luo Feng said, “Emperor Wu must die. As for Emperor Yan and Emperor Xi—they only had minor conflicts with me. Let’s just expel them from the Origin Continent ahead of time.”

Although those two had deep grudges against Emperor Guixu, there were countless feuds upon the Origin Continent. Luo Feng didn’t wish to meddle in all of them.

Those burdened with great sin—he would not tolerate.

As for lesser grudges? Let those involved resolve them themselves.

“Brother Luo He,” the Flame Wind Ancestor laughed, “you’re far too merciful! If they dared offend you, they deserve death.”

The moment he spoke—

A formless wind began to blow. It swept into Emperor Wu and Emperor Xi’s bodies.

Though Emperor Wu had many clones, all were touched by that formless wind. It blew through her flesh, then through her soul, dissolving her completely into nothingness.

“No—!”

As the wind swept her away, Emperor Wu instantly realized who had acted.

She understood.

The Ancestors had allowed her arrogance not because they tolerated her—but because they simply didn’t care about the disputes upon the Origin Continent.

To the Ancestors, who had cultivated for countless eras and nurtured innumerable descendants, what sentiment could they possibly have for individuals? They cared for the entire clan—individuals could be erased at will.

“All because of that Luo He…” Emperor Wu understood her cause of death.

Her only conflict with Luo He was when she had once threatened him—

If he refused, she would slaughter every disciple of the Blade River Sect!

Back then, she thought it was trivial. She had done far worse things countless times—wiping out entire families of Divine Kings, even exterminating entire cities. To Luo He, she had only made a threat, never acted on it.

“I should have left,” she regretted bitterly, regretting not fleeing with Emperor Yan. But it was too late.

Her consciousness sank into darkness.

She was dead.

Following Emperor Yuan, Monarch White Demon, and Monarch Lando—another Emperor perished.

“Why?”

When the formless wind reached her, Emperor Xi was filled with boundless fury.

Though she had joined Emperor Yan and Emperor Wu in their assaults many times and earned many enemies, her enmity with Luo He was not great. Why wouldn’t he spare her? Why would he have the Ancestors kill her?

“This Luo He is too ruthless!”

“The Ancestors stand by him too!” she thought bitterly as her consciousness faded into black.

Another Emperor died.

——

Thus, Emperor Yuan, Monarch White Demon, Monarch Lando, Emperor Wu, and Emperor Xi—five Emperors and Monarchs in total—fell one after another upon the Origin Continent.

The other forces trembled in fear, not daring to challenge the rules set by the Lord of the Milky Way.

With both Kingdom Ancestors siding with him—who could oppose him?

——

“Merely crushed them with a flick of the hand,” the Flame Wind Ancestor said casually.

Luo Feng truly understood now—these ancient beings who had lived too long and fought countless battles beyond the Source World regarded the killing of two juniors as nothing at all.

“Life rises and falls. Compared to the countless beings of the Origin Continent, they’ve already lived long, well, and recklessly enough,” said the Flame Wind Ancestor. “Now, fate merely used my hand to return them to the Source Continent’s origin.”

“Brother Luo He,” said Emperor Qing, “that clone technique you used earlier looked extraordinary. Have you completed the secret art?”

“Yes,” Luo Feng nodded. “I’ve finally succeeded.”

“Are you preparing to leave for the world beyond the Source World?” Emperor Qing’s eyes gleamed—he had long awaited a companion.

Luo Feng nodded. “Once I settle the matters here on the Origin Continent, I’ll depart within a few eras.”