209: Chapter 209 You are the Great Emperor?!

Within the blood sun lay the ninth floor.

Unlike the previous floors.

The ninth floor had no wilderness, no Gobi desert, and no blood sun.

There was only a vast void.

Within the endless Void Realm, stars were as densely packed as grains of sand, and the galaxy spanned the sky like a silk ribbon. In the distance, nebulae slowly rotated, emitting a magnificent and mysterious glow.

Shen Qingyuan stood in the air with his hands tucked into his sleeves. His green robes fluttered slightly in this vast starry sky, his demeanor remaining as lazy as ever.

His gaze swept across his surroundings as his Spirit Eye Divine Pupil quietly activated.

"Interesting."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

This starry sky was not an illusion, but a real, independent space.

A Small World opened up on the ninth floor of the Sacred Tower by Venerable Chiling using supreme Divine Ability.

Spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, it was filled with countless stars, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense it had almost condensed into physical form.

Such a method was no longer something an ordinary Quasi-Emperor Realm Cultivator could achieve.

"As expected of a powerhouse who was only a single step away from being a Great Emperor."

Shen Qingyuan murmured to himself, his gaze falling upon the depths of the starry sky.

There, a dead silence reigned.

There were no stars, no light, only endless darkness.

Yet in the deepest part of that darkness, he sensed an extremely faint aura.

The remnant soul of Venerable Chiling.

Just then.

"Rumble—"

Deep within the starry sky, that dead, silent darkness suddenly surged!

Pitch-black rifts spread through the void, expanding in all directions like a spiderweb!

From the rifts, an aura terrifying to the extreme diffused outward!

That aura was ancient, weathered, and decayed, yet it carried a heart-palpitating pressure—Quasi-Emperor!

And it was at the Peak of the Quasi-Emperor!

An existence that was only one step away from ascending to the position of a Great Emperor!

"How many years has it been..."

A hoarse voice came from the depths of the darkness, carrying a hint of weariness and emotion.

"Finally, someone has managed to reach the ninth floor."

The darkness surged, and a figure slowly emerged.

It was an elderly man.

He had white hair, a lean face, and wore a tattered crimson Daoist robe.

His body was semi-transparent, like a reflection in water, appearing somewhat illusory.

But even so, the aura emanating from him still made one's heart tremble.

It was indeed Venerable Chiling.

Shen Qingyuan looked at this remnant soul and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"To have exhausted your mental energy and still manage to leave behind a wisp of a remnant soul to hold on until now is truly not simple."

Venerable Chiling's gaze fell upon Shen Qingyuan, sizing him up.

The next moment—

His pupils suddenly contracted!

Two beams of sharp light shot from his turbid, old eyes as he stared intently at Shen Qingyuan, his entire body trembling slightly.

"You... You..."

His voice was shaking, carrying an uncontrollable terror.

"Are you a Quasi-Emperor?!"

Shen Qingyuan did not answer, merely keeping his hands tucked in his sleeves as he looked at him lazily.

Venerable Chiling took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He had cultivated for ten thousand years and was only a single step away from the Emperor Realm, having seen countless powerhouses and experienced countless life-and-death situations.

Yet, he could not see through the young man before him!

This youth, who appeared to be only in his twenties, stood within the Small World he had manifested, yet he could not sense the other's presence at all, as if the person before him did not exist in this Void Realm at all.

One had to know that even someone who was also in the Quasi-Emperor Realm like him could not completely hide their figure within his Small World!

Thinking of this, Venerable Chiling was suddenly startled.

"No! You... You are a Great Emperor... You are a Great Emperor?!"

His voice was trembling, his turbid, old eyes filled with utter disbelief.

A Great Emperor!

That was a Great Emperor!

The Realm he had spent his entire life pursuing!

Back then, when he charged into Tiannan and slew two Yao Race Quasi-Emperors and twenty-eight Saint Kings in succession, although his intention was to weaken the foundation of the Yao Race for the future of the Human Race, he might not have lacked the intention of sustaining war with war, using the Yao Race's vital blood energy to charge into the Emperor Realm.

But in the end, he still failed.

The Heavenly Dao was flawed, and the imperial path had been severed.

He had exerted all his strength, but in the end, he still could not take that step.

But now—

A living Great Emperor was standing right in front of him!

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

Venerable Chiling murmured to himself, his eyes filled with blank bewilderment.

"The imperial path is severed, and the Heavenly Dao is flawed. How could anyone still prove their Dao and become a Great Emperor?!"

Shen Qingyuan looked at him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"The imperial path is severed? That is other people's imperial path."

He paused, his tone casual and light.

"My path has never been severed."

Venerable Chiling's entire body shook.

Looking at Shen Qingyuan's lazy eyes and that excessively young face, an indescribable mix of complex emotions welled up in his heart.

Jealousy, envy, unwillingness, relief...

Ultimately, they turned into a long sigh.

"I cultivated for thirty thousand years and spent my entire life, yet I still could not take that step."

He shook his head with a bitter smile, his tone filled with self-deprecation.

"I originally thought that it was no longer possible for a Great Emperor to appear in this world. I never expected that ten thousand years later, I would actually witness a true Great Emperor with my own eyes."

He raised his head, a flash of sharp light passing through his turbid, old eyes.

"I wonder what matter brings the Great Emperor to awaken me today?"

"The Tiansha Abyss."

Shen Qingyuan spoke indifferently, his tone casual. "You have been trapped here for ten thousand years. I am afraid you do not know yet that someone outside has targeted your Sacred Tower."

Venerable Chiling frowned: "Tiansha Abyss? This old man had never heard of this force during his lifetime."

"Ten thousand years ago, it indeed did not exist." Shen Qingyuan stood in the air with his hands tucked in his sleeves, his gaze sweeping across this vast starry sky. "It is a Demonic Path Holy Land founded by the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable, and is now one of the top forces in the Central Plains. It is governed by Ye Chen, who is at the Peak of the Saint King Realm, and he is scheming for the two Quasi-Emperor corpses within the ninth floor of your Sacred Tower."

Venerable Chiling's face darkened.

Back then, he had charged into Tiannan and slain two Yao Race Quasi-Emperors and twenty-eight Saint Kings, with the intention of weakening the Yao Race's foundation for the Human Race and buying breathing room for Human Race Cultivators.

Yet he did not expect that ten thousand years later, someone would actually target the Yao Beast corpses he had sealed within the Sacred Tower.

"What do they want with the Quasi-Emperor corpses?" Venerable Chiling asked in a deep voice.

The corners of Shen Qingyuan's mouth curled up slightly: "To use the remnant Great Dao Laws within the Quasi-Emperor corpses to achieve a Breakthrough to the Quasi-Emperor Realm."

His tone remained flat. "The master of the Tiansha Abyss, Ye Chen, is currently at the Peak of the Saint King Realm, only a single step away from the Quasi-Emperor. If he can comprehend the dao rhyme within the Quasi-Emperor corpses, his probability of making a Breakthrough can be increased by at least thirty percent."

Venerable Chiling frowned slightly.

Although there was only a single step difference between a Quasi-Emperor and the Saint King Peak, the gap between them was like a heavenly chasm.

Going from the Saint King Peak to a Quasi-Emperor was no less difficult than a Mortal becoming a saint in a single step.

How many Saint King Peak powerhouses have cultivated bitterly for thousands of years, only to end up with their Lifespan exhausted.

As far as he knew, even in the Central Plains of ten thousand years ago, Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouses could be counted on one's fingers.

If the Tiansha Abyss truly produced a Quasi-Emperor, the entire layout of Cangxuan would be changed!

"However..." Shen Qingyuan shifted the topic, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes. "The Tiansha Abyss has miscalculated. Since I have come, I will not let them succeed."

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