Shrouding the Heavens

After breaking a curse that lasted for over one hundred thousand years, he ultimately still cannot avoid death.” “Indeed.

Not long ago, he drew the world’s attention, yet this is his end.

It’s a pity and a deep regret; he possessed Combat Power that could overlook an entire younger generation, yet he couldn’t endure long in this world.” “It counts as the fall of a generational talent.

The future will lack one promising contender for the title of Great Emperor, which allows the various Saint Heirs to breathe a sigh of relief.” Many people mentioned the sacred body with regret.

Otherwise, the future clashes among the younger generation—true dragon-and-tiger fights—would surely have resulted in endless battles.

This outcome meant much less excitement to look forward to.

“What’s so special about the sacred body?

In a great age where numerous kings rise, it too would fade into the crowd, nothing remarkable.” A man dressed in black Iron Armor abruptly spoke.

Many were greatly surprised.

No one had noticed when he appeared; he seemed like a ghost, manifesting out of thin air.

Only Ye Fan saw him step out of the void.

He was extraordinarily formidable, making even Ye Fan feel a sense of astonishment.

Definitely an outstanding expert of the younger generation, Ye Fan thought.

“Who are you, and why do you say such things?” someone asked, clearly dissatisfied with his statement.

“Who I am doesn’t matter.

I am merely stating a fact: in the bygone Ancient Desolation, no sacred body ever became a Great Emperor.

When various kings rose to prominence, the sacred body was definitely not the most brilliant among them.” This was a very young man, tall and slender, with a handsome appearance.

His eyes shone like stars in the night sky, and he wore black battle armor that shimmered with a cold, metallic sheen.

In his hand, he held a black Battle Halberd.

Its blade was exceedingly sharp, with a faint, bloody glow emanating from it.

It seemed to seal an endless murderous intent, as if it had drunk the blood of countless living beings.

“Throughout history, very few have become Great Emperors.

In an era without an Emperor, I’m afraid few could truly compete with the sacred body,” someone on the boat remarked, having noticed the man was not ordinary and thus daring not to speak too harshly.

“This era will surely birth a Great Emperor; otherwise, it would not do justice to so many ancient King Bodies emerging simultaneously.

The sacred body won’t make it; it’s unable to stand out.” The young man’s face was cold and stern as he continuously shook his head.

Under the flickering black light of his Iron Armor, his skin appeared very pale, yet there was no trace of effeminacy about him.

With his black hair flowing, he seemed like a deity from the Nine Netherworld.

“Young man, you are very confident and powerful.

But throughout history, out of billions of people, only a few Great Emperors have ever emerged.

To claim that one will arise in this current era is surely too fanciful.” “This era is very much like it was over one hundred thousand years ago, with various powerful constitutions appearing one after another.

A character like Great Emperor Wu Shi will certainly be born!” the young man declared with utmost certainty, his eyes flickering with a fiery brilliance.

“This…” The others were stunned; many had already heard such rumors before.

“Ye Huiling, aren’t you coming out?

Our battle shouldn’t be delayed too long; I think it’s time we reached a conclusion soon!” the young man in Black Iron Battle Armor said, standing on the deck and transmitting his voice, Battle Halberd in hand.

“Wang Chongxiao, you’ve arrived quickly indeed!” A woman stepped out from the second deck of the ship, her movements light and graceful.

She wore a blue dress that fluttered in the night wind.

She was no more than twenty years old.

Her appearance and demeanor perfectly matched her name—stunningly beautiful, wise, and ethereal.

She had black hair like a waterfall, skin so smooth it seemed a touch might break it, and lively, intelligent eyes.

She gracefully descended onto the deck, standing there like an orchid in a secluded valley.

Her extraordinary beauty possessed a serene and transcendent aura.

“What?

They are the young Kings of the Central States?

It is said they fought their way all theto the Eastern Wastelands!” “Indeed!

I’ve heard that the young generation of the Central States are engaged in kingly battles that shake the heavens and the earth!