Shrouding the Heavens

“It was one of his descendants who married a female divine king.” The Black Emperor sneered coldly.

“What have later generations twisted this into?

Marrying a divine king wasn’t for cultivation, but for the chance that their offspring might occasionally possess divine bodies, which could protect the family.

The Void Great Emperor deeply understood how incredibly difficult it is to achieve the rank of Great Emperor.

Historically, only a few have ever done so.

He wouldn’t have been optimistic enough to believe one family could produce a second Great Emperor; that’s unrealistic.” Tu Fei argued, “Then why do some sovereigns also claim that marrying someone with a divine body or a woman with an immortal spirit aura offers a hope of achieving enlightenment?” “That saying only has a sliver of truth to it.

It’s because those with divine bodies or women with an immortal spirit aura are favored by the heavens and possess Immortal Charm.

Living with them grants a near-immortal feeling and might occasionally lead to some insight.

But as for achieving the rank of Great Emperor?

It’s utterly useless.” “So you mean, it’s still useful for cultivation!” Tu Fei contended.

“Useless, I say!” Weiwei had not yet arrived, but Tu Fei and the big black dog had already started bickering.

SWISH!

Weiwei moved like a flickering light, like a fleeting shadow, arriving nearby.

She was light and graceful, filled with an insightful spiritual aura, beautifully flawless, without a hint of worldly air.

“Fairy, is there something you need?” Ye Fan still didn’t quite believe she had recognized him.

Weiwei’s pearly teeth showed in a slight smile that seemed to brighten the entire maple forest.

She said, “I am here on my master’s command to capture Ye Fan.” Ye Fan understood.

Weiwei had no killing intent; she had indeed recognized him.

“Where is Ye Fan?

I’m also looking for that bastard.

He’s worth one hundred thousand pounds of Source, you know,” Tu Fei feigned ignorance.

“The real Ye Fan is hard to find, but there are plenty of fakes.

Last time, that Daoist Duan was severely beaten.

If he hadn’t produced a Black Iron Token at the critical moment, he would’ve been killed.

Now, the real Ye Fan is worth two hundred thousand pounds of Source.” Weiwei’s lips curled slightly, a hint of playfulness and radiance in her expression.

“Haha…” Tu Fei laughed loudly.

“So the unscrupulous Daoist finally showed his true colors and got recognized?” These days, they had been looting bandits and hadn’t paid attention to the outcome of that particular day.

“The Old Peng King himself appeared.

Even with Daoist Duan’s formidable magical power, he couldn’t escape,” Weiwei chuckled.

Ye Fan felt she was intentionally conveying this information to him.

Indeed.

Weiwei smiled faintly and said, “Great figures from the various Sacred Lands are gathering at Purple Mountain, intending to open the ancient Great Emperor’s treasure hoard.

Meanwhile, the younger generation and some scattered cultivators are all searching for Ye Fan.” “Oh?

And who might be searching for Ye Fan?” Ye Fan didn’t acknowledge their acquaintance, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Many people, all of them extraordinary figures.

Even a Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty from the Central States is searching, hoping to use the Origin Qi Cauldron to forge a Divine Artifact for the Great Xia Dynasty.” The Central States have four Immortal Dynasties, each with a legacy stretching back hundreds of thousands of years.

They have weathered countless calamities without declining, flourishing immensely, and all were founded by ancient Great Emperors.

Ye Fan had once seen a Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty.

He was wreathed in Emperor’s Dragon Qi, with nine dragons soaring around him—a presence comparable to the Flickering Light Saint Heir.

That dynasty’s ‘Grand Emperor Scripture’ is unparalleled in offensive power, rumored to even rival the Fighting Saint Technique.

“Which Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty?” “He often resides in the Northern Domain Holy City, and beside him is a Flower-picking Girl from Buddhism,” Weiwei said with a smile.

Ye Fan knew it was precisely the Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty he had seen.

And the Flower-picking Girl from Buddhism was undoubtedly the little nun in white he had met before, who was also a princess of Great Xia.

Ye Fan smiled faintly.

He was about to go to the Sacred City; perhaps he would have a stone-gambling battle with this Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty there.