116: Chapter 116 The Path to Emperorhood! Fairy and Witch!
"Little Xuan, do you know what you are saying?" True Dragon asked with a dry voice, somewhat incredulous.
"I am very clear."
Ye Xuan looked around at everyone, his gaze calm as water, and said earnestly: "You think the Dark Turmoil is merely caused by creatures at the Immortal King Realm?"
"You are wrong."
"That so-called source of darkness is billions of times more terrifying than you imagine. It has even buried true Emperors!"
"What?!"
"Emperors?"
This time, not only the Ten Fiends, but even Willow Deity could not maintain her composure.
That word was too heavy.
Since ancient times, the Immortal King had been the pinnacle.
The so-called "Emperor" existed mostly in legends and deductions; it was an ethereal Realm.
Could it be that Emperors truly existed in the world? And the source of darkness had buried Emperors?
"Yes, true Emperors! Otherwise, how did the legendary Era of Emperors Fall come about?" Ye Xuan could not help but sigh.
Upon hearing this, everyone in their hearts produced terrifying speculations.
Era of Emperors Fall... could it mean the fall of Emperors?
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became suffocatingly heavy.
It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing on everyone's heart, making it hard to breathe.
Qing Yi and the Witch stood behind Ye Xuan, already too scared to even breathe, their faces pale as paper.
They felt like two ants that had wandered into a battlefield of gods and demons, hearing a terrifying truth sufficient to subvert their entire worldview.
This Dark Turmoil was actually even more terrifying than the war between the two worlds?
Then wasn't the world they were in on the verge of destruction at any moment?
"Little Xuan..."
After a long time, Willow Deity slowly spoke, her voice carrying a trace of undisguised gravity, "Is what you said true?"
"Absolutely true."
Ye Xuan nodded, his tone firm, "The truth about the source of darkness involves the greatest Karma since the creation of the world. I can only say that if one has not truly achieved 'breaking the King to become an Emperor' and stepped into that supreme Domain, anyone who goes to the source is just a moth flying into a flame."
"Even that Emperor who left a faint footprint on the dam of the Boundary Sea during the Era of Emperors Fall could not pacify the source of darkness and ultimately had to die in hatred."
Hearing this, Willow Deity fell silent.
She looked into Ye Xuan's clear and firm eyes, and the impulse in her heart finally slowly subsided.
She was not a reckless person, but she had an obsession in her heart.
But if the path ahead was truly one of certain death with no hope, and completely meaningless, then she would not go to die in vain.
"I understand."
After a long while, the Chaos mist on Willow Deity's body gradually calmed down, and her voice returned to its usual ethereal tone.
"I will not be impulsive. The Gate of Origin... I will not go for now."
Hearing these words, the heavy stone in Ye Xuan's heart finally fell to the ground.
He revealed a look of relief: "That is good."
He was genuinely afraid that Willow Deity would be like in the original story, stepping into the Gate of Origin early to seek the truth.
Only to end up lost inside for countless years, and finally dragging her broken body to the Boundary Sea, meeting a desolate end.
In this life, since he was here, he could never let the tragedy repeat itself.
"But..."
True Phoenix suddenly spoke, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and asked earnestly: "If even the peak of the Immortal King cannot solve the source of darkness, then do we still have hope? Does that so-called 'breaking the King to become an Emperor' really exist?"
This was also the greatest question in the hearts of everyone present.
That Realm was too illusory; no one had ever witnessed it.
"Of course it exists."
Ye Xuan sat back on the stone stool, poured himself a cup of wine, and his expression became calm and confident.
"The path is walked out by people."
"To truly break the King and become an Emperor, one cannot follow the path of predecessors, nor rely on the gifts of heaven and earth."
Ye Xuan looked at Willow Deity, wisdom flashing in his eyes:
"One needs to walk out a path that belongs entirely to oneself!"
"Just like your Sacrificial Spirit path, Teacher."
"You are not a True Dragon or True Phoenix born of heaven and earth, but a plant that became a god, yet you can defy heaven, achieving Nirvana in every destruction, and rebirth in every death. This method of the 'Sacrificial Spirit' is the supreme Dao you created!"
"If this path can be walked to the extreme, transcending life and death, without seeking from outside, it will surely be able to truly break the shackles of the Immortal King and step into the Emperor Realm!"
Ye Xuan's words were deafening.
As Willow Deity listened, the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if a brand-new door was slowly opening before her.
She had cultivated this way before, but there was always a layer of mist in her heart, not knowing where the end of this path was.
And Ye Xuan's words were like a beacon, directly illuminating the direction for her to move forward, firming her Dao Heart.
"Walk out my own path..."
Willow Deity murmured to herself, and suddenly, brilliant green light erupted from her body, with three thousand divine kingdoms appearing within it, as if undergoing some deep-level deduction and sublimation.
"Thank you, Little Xuan."
Willow Deity looked at Ye Xuan, her gaze filled with gratitude and firmness, "My Dao is not wrong."
True Dragon, Female Kunpeng, and True Phoenix were also lost in thought.
As the Ten Fiends, their talent was too strong, and they often relied on Bloodline Legacy.
And Ye Xuan's words made them realize that if they wanted to go further, perhaps they should also jump out of the shackles of their Bloodline and create their own methods.
"It seems we all need to go into seclusion for a while."
True Dragon sighed.
This night, for these supreme beings in Shi Village, was destined to be a sleepless night.
Ye Xuan's words not only revealed a corner of the world's darkness but also pointed out the direction to the supreme for them.
Watching everyone who had fallen back into contemplation and discussion of the Dao, Ye Xuan drank the wine in his cup, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The seed had been planted, only waiting to take root and sprout.
The campfire gradually extinguished, and the night was like water.
The grand banquet finally came to an end, the villagers dispersed with drunkenness and satisfaction, and the noisy Shi Village returned to tranquility.
Ye Xuan got up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and turned to walk toward his own quiet courtyard.
Behind him, Qing Yi and the Witch looked at each other, and both saw that flicker of determination in each other's eyes.
The two did not hesitate at all, their lotus steps moving lightly, silently following him.
Pushing open the door, the candles in the room flickered, reflecting two beautiful faces.
"Master, it is late, let this servant serve you to rest."
The Witch's lively eyes seemed to be able to drip water at this moment.
She boldly stepped forward, stretched out her jade hands to untie Ye Xuan's outer garment, her voice soft and sweet, carrying a trace of soul-stirring charm.
Although Qing Yi had a cold nature and was not as hot as the Witch, she was also slightly blushing at this moment, silently bringing over spirit spring water to wipe Ye Xuan's face.
As the once high-and-mighty Saintess of the Heaven Mending Sect, she was now willingly fulfilling the duties of a servant, only because the man before her had long since completely conquered her body and heart.
This night was destined to be a sleepless night.
The lights in the room were not extinguished; instead, the Dao rhyme flowed.
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on the couch, not refusing the service of the two women, but seizing this opportunity to personally guide them to comprehend the most original Yin and Yang Dao between heaven and earth.
Chaos Qi permeated, and the Yin and Yang Qi intertwined. Under the nourishment of Ye Xuan's vast Chaos Origin, Qing Yi and the Witch seemed to have undergone a rebirth-like baptism.
The Impurities in their bodies were expelled, their Foundation was reshaped, and their already extremely high talent was sublimated once again.
And Ye Xuan also benefited greatly.
The harmony of Yin and Yang was the truth of the Dao.
In this night's "cultivation," he felt that the Bottleneck of his Realm, which had already touched the ceiling, loosened a bit more, and he was almost just one step away from the true Red Dust Immortal status.
The next morning, the Golden Crow rose in the east, with ten thousand rays of rosy light.
Ye Xuan walked out of the room feeling refreshed, with Qing Yi and the Witch following closely behind.
The two women were now radiant, their skin crystal clear like jade, and there was an indescribable Dao rhyme lingering around them.
Clearly, they had obtained great fortune last night.
Just then, a spatial fluctuation came from the entrance of the village.
A tall figure stepped through the air, it was the Double-Pupil Woman—Ao Tong, who had returned from being out alone.
She looked a bit travel-worn, but that pair of Double-Pupil was flashing with strange light.
"Little Xuan, I am back!"
Ao Tong came to Ye Xuan, smiled slightly, and said: "Found a Well of Fortune and successfully resurrected Shi Yi."
Mentioning Shi Yi, Ao Tong's expression was somewhat complex.
"Shi Yi experienced a cycle of life and death, and his state of mind seems to have undergone a earth-shaking change. He has shed his past viciousness and arrogance, becoming more deep and restrained, as if he were a different person."
To this, Ye Xuan just nodded faintly, not caring.
"Alive is alive. With one more Double-Pupil, we will have one more strength to deal with the dark camp in the future."