Chapter 85 A Celestial Emperor Less Than a Hundred Years Old?

"You have all lived for a very long time. Guess, who is this first place?" Thunder Emperor spoke first.

His voice echoed through the Void Realm, and the Zixiao Divine Thunder on his body trembled slightly as he forced a relaxed tone.

Star Immortal Emperor stroked his white beard, "First of all... rule out the Human Race."

"Old Ghost Star, you always say the Human Race has deep foundations, why are you boosting others' morale first?" White Bone Demon Emperor laughed hoarsely, the ghostly green soul fire dancing in his eye sockets.

Star Immortal Emperor ignored him and said in a deep voice, "It is a fact. The top Myriad Races Geniuses of the Human Race, such as Taiji Divine Son and Jian Wuxin, are already on the list. Those reclusive goddesses and Dao Children of the Divine Court, as well as those hidden clans in the Divine Court, have high standards and would not appear in the Immortal Realm or the Lower Realm. Besides, the Human Race cannot produce a Bloodline that surpasses Lin Qingyue with a bone age of less than one hundred years."

Several Immortal Emperors nodded.

They were unwilling to accept it, but admitted it was the truth.

"Could it be some peerless Demon Child hidden by our Demon Race?"

Red-Eyed Demon Emperor licked his lips, blood-colored light emerging in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Li Tiantu, "Old Monster Li, are there any reincarnated old monsters from the previous era sealed in those Forbidden Grounds of your Demon Emperor City?"

Li Tiantu frowned, Killing Intent swirling around his dark red magic armor.

He snorted coldly, "A reincarnated body cannot hide its bone age from the Heavenly Dao Gold List. If it were the Demon Race, as the number one battle maniac of the Demon Realm, how could I not have noticed?"

While the Immortal Emperors were suspicious of each other.

In the crowd of Myriad Races Geniuses behind them, Li Tianqiong swept his gaze over Han Yuan beside him.

Han Yuan shook his folding fan, forcing himself to remain calm, though the fan bones were trembling slightly.

Li Tianqiong looked at this "Brother Han" from the Dragon Clan, and a flash of insight crossed his mind.

His expression became peculiar, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a cryptic smile.

"Seniors, Father."

Li Tianqiong cupped his hands and spoke, glancing at Han Yuan, "Have we missed a race?"

Everyone followed his gaze.

"Could it be that missing The Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan?"

Li Tianqiong raised his voice, his tone mocking, "Perhaps that displaced The Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan got lucky in some Realm, obtained an astonishing Opportunity, and luckily took the first place on this Myriad Races Geniuses list?"

Li Tianqiong said this not because he truly believed a real dragon could emerge.

It was to find a way out for himself; losing to The Chosen Son of the Dragon God Domain was more decent than losing to a nobody.

The Immortal Emperors looked at each other, then all revealed thoughtful expressions.

"That makes sense..."

Thunder Emperor stroked his chin, the lightning on his body receding slightly.

"That missing The Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan belongs to the Dragon God Domain. The Bloodline Power of the Dragon God Domain is inherently stronger than that of the Immortal and Demon Races. If he really awakened an ancestral-level Opportunity in the Lower Realm, reshaped his bone age, and his cultivation surged, it is plausible for him to take first place."

"Correct. If it is someone from the Dragon God Domain, it makes sense."

Star Immortal Emperor also nodded, his nerves relaxing a bit.

If it were someone from the Dragon God Domain, this turmoil would not involve the fundamental interests of the Immortal and Demon Realms.

Just as this group of Emperor Realm experts were analyzing and about to confirm this inference in their hearts.

Below,

At the bottom of the God-Falling Abyss.

In that chaotic space shattered by seventeen Immortal Emperors.

Old Dragon King lay sprawled on the Void Realm, his posture humiliating and ridiculous.

The pressure of seventeen Emperor Realm experts, even if it were just the aftermath unintentionally falling, was like mountains pressing on his back.

His glowing golden dragon scales had already cracked, golden-red blood seeping from the surface, covered in dust and mud.

Old Dragon King gasped for air.

Just as he thought he was about to be crushed into meat paste, his ears suddenly heard the words from above.

"Missing The Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan?"

"Took first place?"

The golden vertical pupils of Old Dragon King, which had gone dim, suddenly lit up with two clusters of light.

His mind flashed with the scene of the group of Mahayana Stage old dragons kneeling before him earlier, crying out "The Chosen Son." He also recalled the unfathomable methods of his master, Gu Heng.

Could it be... am I really that The Chosen Son of the Dragon God Domain?

The will to survive and vanity mixed together, causing a reaction in his not-so-bright mind.

"It's me!"

Not knowing where the strength came from, Old Dragon King suddenly raised his dragon head.

He endured the Emperor's might, using all his strength to shout toward the Void Realm above:

"It is me! I am The Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan!"

This shout carried a weak trace of Law power from the True Immortal Realm, actually piercing through the chaotic space and reaching everyone's ears.

"..."

The whole scene was dead silent.

The seventeen Immortal Emperors who were holding forth stopped.

The Myriad Races Geniuses waiting for the Heavenly Dao's blessing were also stunned.

All eyes, like billions of sharp swords, looked in unison toward the direction the voice came from—the ruins at the very bottom of the God-Falling Abyss.

What kind of scene was that?

On the void of the chaotic space, a small dark golden speck was lying there.

He was extremely disheveled.

His tail was bald like a burnt fire poker, covered in mud, water, and blood. He tremblingly tried to extend a dragon claw, wanting to prove himself to the sky.

Everyone looked at this miserable sight and was silent for ten breaths.

The whimpering sound of the chaotic space echoed between heaven and earth.

"Pfft..."

Li Tianqiong could not hold it back.

He clutched his stomach, pointing at the small black speck below, laughing until he was bent over.

"Hahahaha! ... We had forgotten about this."

Li Tianqiong laughed while saying in a mocking tone, "It turns out that at the bottom of these ruins, there is still an ant in the True Immortal Realm that hasn't been crushed to death!"

High in the sky,

Thunder Emperor was also amused.

He shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.

"Having lived for nearly a million years, this is the first time I have seen someone so unaware of themselves."

"And if he hadn't spoken, the eighteen of us Emperor Realm experts wouldn't have even noticed that there was still a dragon in this wasteland, being pressed to the very bottom by our Immortal Emperor pressure, eating mud."

Han Yuan stood in the crowd of geniuses, his face livid.

As a member of the Dragon Clan, he felt that this old loach had disgraced the Dragon Clan of the Upper Realm.

Han Yuan stepped out, pointing his folding fan at the Old Dragon King below, frowning and scolding sternly, "Shut up! With your appearance that is neither human nor ghost, how dare you falsely claim to be The Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan?

If you were The Chosen Son of the Dragon God Domain, I, Han Yuan, would be the personal disciple of the ancestor today! You are courting death and making people laugh for no reason."

This sarcasm ignited the atmosphere.

The Myriad Races Geniuses roared with laughter.

Ridicule, sneers, and contempt—all kinds of gazes were like knives scraping against Old Dragon King.

Old Dragon King's heart, which had just expanded, was doused by ice water.

He stiffly retracted his dragon claw, buried his head into the Void Realm, and trembled all over.

"That's right..."

He whispered in despair in his heart, "If I were really that The Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan, if I really took first place on the Heavenly List, why do I not have a single memory of the Dragon God Domain?

Why, after cultivating for so many years, is my talent as rotten as shit, and why is even breaking through to the True Immortal Realm so difficult?"

"It turns out, I really am a joke..."

Old Dragon King closed his eyes, shedding two lines of tears. He gave up struggling, letting the Emperor's might continue to crush his Physical Body.

As this farce ended,

Everyone's attention returned to the Gold List.

"Boom—!!!"

The Heavenly Dao shook again.

This vibration was even greater than when the top ten were revealed.

Nine-colored divine light erupted from the top of the Gold List, suppressing the Law light of the seventeen Immortal Emperors.

The void storm calmed down before this divine light.

Everything was silent.

Thunder Emperor stopped laughing abruptly, his face becoming grave.

He stared at the dispersing nine-colored divine light and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to guess anymore. Who it is, you will know at a glance."

Everyone held their breath.

Li Tiantu clenched his fists.

Star Immortal Emperor stopped stroking his beard. Li Tianqiong widened his eyes.

Under the gaze of all, at the very top of the Gold List, the position representing the strongest Genius of this era among all heavens and myriads of Realms finally displayed words.

[Name: ???]

[Race: Human Race]

[Cultivation: Mid-stage Immortal Emperor]

[Bone Age: Under 100 years]

When these lines of text appeared completely on the sky screen.

The whole world,

Was dead silent.

"???"

Thunder Emperor opened his mouth wide, and the Zixiao Divine Thunder extinguished instantly.

Li Tiantu's dark red demonic pupils contracted violently, as if he had seen the most absurd scene.

Star Immortal Emperor yanked off a handful of his beard, but did not feel the pain.

The Immortal Emperors and the Myriad Races Geniuses below looked at each other.

Everyone's face was filled with confusion, bewilderment, and even suspicion that they were trapped in an illusion.

They rubbed their eyes, mobilized their Divine Sense, wanting to dispel this absurd hallucination.

Then they looked up at the Gold List again.

The words were still there.

"Name: ???"

Li Tiantu broke the silence.

He pointed at the Gold List in astonishment and cursed, "What the hell is this? The Heavenly Dao Gold List can't even deduce a name? Putting three question marks?"

Li Tiantu's roar echoed in the void, but no one echoed him.

The first battle maniac of Demon Emperor City losing his composure was enough to shake both the Immortal and Demon Realms.

But now, the other sixteen Emperor Realm experts could not care about him at all.

Thunder Emperor was trembling all over.

He turned his head abruptly, his purple-electric eyes staring at Li Tiantu, and spoke coldly, "Name? You still care about that name?"

Thunder Emperor raised his trembling hand, pointing to the line at the very bottom of the Gold List that was ignored by everyone at first glance, but was enough to subvert common sense as a supplementary note.

"Old Ghost Li, open your demon eyes and see clearly. Is this important? What is important is..."

Thunder Emperor took a deep breath,

"Immortal Emperor... bone age under one hundred years..."

This sentence shattered the last bit of Luck in everyone's hearts.

An Immortal Emperor under one hundred years old?

Everyone knew these words.

But put together, it became words they could not understand no matter what.

The entire firmament fell into madness.

Star Immortal Emperor looked up at the nine-colored divine light and muttered, "Impossible... absolutely impossible... Cultivating the Dao, Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul... stepping to the sky step by step, which step does not require time? Which Realm does not require years?"

"This old man cultivated to become an Immortal King at three thousand eight hundred years old and was called a rare Genius of the Human Race in one hundred thousand years. Stepping into the Immortal Emperor Realm at one hundred thousand years old exhausted all my Luck!"

"Under one hundred years old? An age a Mortal can live to, and he attained the Dao of Mid-stage Immortal Emperor?

Is this world crazy, or are we old guys all crazy?"

It was not just the Immortal Emperors who were broken.

In a corner of the void in the distance, the Divine Envoy, who had been clutching the Deputy Hall Master token and considering himself high and mighty, stared at the Heavenly List, trembling all over.

"One hundred years... Immortal Emperor..."

The Divine Envoy recalled his own life.

He came from a core clan of the Immortal Realm and had been soaked in Innate spiritual liquid since childhood.

At the age of thirty thousand, after experiencing nine deaths and one life, he attained the Dao of Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

From that moment on, he thought he was the Genius among geniuses in all heavens and myriads of Realms, the person destined to dominate the era.

And the result?

The result is that the Heavenly Dao is telling him now that there is an Immortal Emperor under one hundred years old?

"What kind of bullshit immortality have I cultivated for these thirty thousand years?"

The Divine Envoy spat out a mouthful of golden blood; his Dao Heart cracked at this moment.

"Who is it?"

"Who on earth is it?"

Below, the Myriad Races Geniuses were also collectively manic.

Taiji Divine Son crushed his Yin and Yang Eight Trigrams disk. Jian Wuxin's sword heart was covered in cracks.

Li Tianqiong's face was ashen; his "third place" that he was proud of was not even as good as dog shit before this first place.

"Find him! Such a Heaven-Defying Prodigy must not be allowed to live!"

White Bone Demon Emperor screamed sharply.

The ghostly green soul fire expanded into a sea of fire.

The seventeen Immortal Emperors and Demon Emperors reached a consensus at this moment.

No matter who he is, no matter what his background is.

A Mid-stage Immortal Emperor under one hundred years old—if he is not killed today, the entire Immortal and Demon Realms will have to kneel at his feet tomorrow.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seventeen strands of Divine Sense from Emperor Realm experts roughly tore open the void, sweeping in all directions, trying to find the person whose name had been shielded by the Heavenly Dao.

Just as this sky-filling Divine Sense rolled, and everyone was in a frenzy of shock.

A sudden change occurred.

At the bottom of the God-Falling Abyss,

The space of the heaven-reaching tower, which had been sealed by the Laws of the seventeen Immortal Emperors, suddenly made a sound.

"Crack—"

Thunder Emperor lowered his head abruptly, shock flashing in his purple eyes.

The void was like a fragile window paper, poked through by someone's finger.

Then,

On the dark golden tower body of the heaven-reaching tower, Chaotic Primordial Qi rolled violently.

All Formation runes stopped running, as if welcoming some supreme existence.

"What is going on? The Origin of the heaven-reaching tower has gone berserk?"

Li Tiantu clenched his magic blade, facing a formidable enemy.

But the next moment,

His expression changed.

Not just him, everyone present seemed to perceive something, their immortal bodies stiffening.

A breath,

Descended suddenly from the space crack!

The aura of a Mid-stage Immortal Emperor.

But it was different from the aura of any Immortal Emperor present.

It was too pure, just like the embodiment of the Dao, it was this world itself.

When this aura spread, the surrounding void storms instantly became docile.

Thunder Emperor's Zixiao Divine Thunder was forcibly pressed back into his body, Li Tiantu's blood sea stopped rolling. Even the nine-colored Gold List divine light in the sky dimmed before this aura.

"He... he is..."

Thunder Emperor swallowed his saliva.

Everyone was deterred by this pressure, almost suffocating.

Subsequently,

A voice rang out between heaven and earth.

A white figure walked out from the broken void, laughed lightly,

"Divine Envoy."

"We meet again..."