Boom—
Just as the Emperor's Corpse's massive hand was about to descend, a vast fluctuation erupted into the heavens, forcefully holding back the hand that had enveloped everyone.
This sudden turn of events instantly stunned everyone present.
Whoosh! All eyes fell upon Ye Chen, filled with shock and awe.
Because that majestic fluctuation had erupted from none other than Ye Chen himself.
Everyone found it hard to believe. How had Ye Chen managed this? This was the hand of an Emperor, capable of crushing past, present, and future, shattering the ages. Even an Ancient Monarch would be unable to withstand it, crushed to dust by a single hand. Yet, a mere junior like him had blocked it.
Even if Ye Chen was the strongest young generation's supreme, it shouldn't be possible. Even a ruler of the Ancient Path couldn't resist it; the gap in realms was far too vast.
All eyes were upon him!
"Hmm?"
The Emperor's Corpse retracted its hand, looking at the scene with equal surprise and suspicion. Its gaze, filled with astonishment, settled on Ye Chen.
"Enough!"
A voice, ancient and ethereal, emanated from Ye Chen's mouth, echoing in the depths of the Star Sky, ringing in the ears of every living being. It also stirred the Emperor's Corpse and the two Ancient Monarchs in the cosmic depths.
Within the abyssal chasm, the Abyssal Colossal Beast's expression changed drastically. It would never forget this voice.
It opened its two eyes, larger than stars, filled with shock. The nine Chaos Immortal Gold divine chains on its body clattered incessantly. It held disbelief, yet also an inexplicable reverence—a reverence originating from that supreme existence.
Including the Emperor's Corpse, everyone was instantly roused. Terrifying, boundless divine energy of the Great Dao surged from its body, boiling across the heavens. Its gaze became blazingly intense as it looked into the distance and roared, "Who is it!?"
Boom—
The most terrifying pressure erupted from Ye Chen, then swept majestically across the heavens, causing the entire Ancient Universe to tremble. All Spirits of All Heavens felt compelled to submit.
Everyone watched Ye Chen in horror. Visibly, at this moment, an irresistible Emperor's Might emanated from this young man, threatening to drown all worlds.
The powerhouses of the heavens, including the Great Powers, felt boundless majesty at this moment. They involuntarily knelt, compelled to prostrate themselves before Ye Chen.
This scene was as if facing a true Emperor. Regardless of who they were, they felt the need to pay homage.
Boom—
Ye Chen was filled with majesty. Though he still appeared young, in his early twenties, vibrant and heroic, his eyes held an unfathomable depth of time, as if he had witnessed the decline of epoch after epoch, struggled through endless cycles of Samsara, an immortal existence who had lived through countless ages.
All Spirits of All Heavens felt compelled to prostrate themselves before him.
"Such terrifying pressure... it's true Emperor's Might. Who is he!?"
Everyone was aghast, unable to comprehend why Ye Chen had suddenly become so terrifyingly powerful, surpassing all imagination.
Especially the seven ancient Great Sages of the Soul-Forbidden Hall, who had earlier sought an opportunity to capture Ye Chen. How could they have imagined Ye Chen would become so powerful in an instant?
This aura was simply like an Emperor reborn.
The current Ye Chen was probably no weaker than the Emperor's Corpse, possessing that peerless aura within the Supreme One domain.
"How many years have passed... era after era has declined, epochs have changed. I never expected to appear here again. It's somewhat surprising to me."
Ye Chen spoke softly. His voice, though clearly young, carried a hint of hoarseness and the weight of ages. In the turn of his gaze, billions of years seemed to rotate, reflecting everything in this Ancient Universe. The River of Time was mirrored, scenes from past and present flashing into existence, a sight that shook all who witnessed it.
Just who was Ye Chen now? Why did such astonishing phenomena appear?
Finally, Ye Chen's gaze fell upon the Emperor's Corpse. He smiled, a smile carrying endless meaning. "I never expected you to defy the heavens and revive. That does surprise me somewhat."
The Emperor's Corpse's expression, for once, turned grave. It looked at Ye Chen and said coldly, "Who are you?"
It could sense that this young powerhouse before it posed a tremendous threat, one that could endanger its very existence.
Even the earlier Sovereign Xue Lan and Sovereign Yan, wielding two imperial weapons, were far inferior. Only an existence on the same level could give it this sense of threat.
In other words, this young Supreme One before it possessed power not inferior to that of an Emperor.
Moreover, for some reason, this young man gave it a sense of déjà vu, and also an inexplicable feeling of awe that made its heart tremble, as if it had encountered that supreme existence who had once nailed it here to die.
Yet the Emperor's Corpse refused to believe that supreme existence still lived. It had heard of the Sealed Realm's Mythical Great Cataclysm, where the most powerful alien race Ancient Universe had struck, and not even Emperors and Sovereigns could escape.
Whoosh—
Ye Chen took a single step. In an instant, the stars shifted. He traversed the vast sky in a flash, standing before the Emperor's Corpse. Though he appeared young, he possessed the most immense and boundless pressure of the Great Dao, capable of crushing the heavens, invincible.
Even the Emperor's Aura that could corrode the heavens could not truly harm Ye Chen; it was suppressed.
Ye Chen slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and endless antiquity. He looked lightly at the Emperor's Corpse and said, "An epoch has passed. Have you already forgotten who I am?"
Simultaneously, Ye Chen extended both hands, palms open.
In one palm, a sun abruptly appeared. Though only fist-sized, it radiated boundless, blazing light that illuminated the heavens. It also contained the most terrifying power of the fire path, capable of incinerating all worlds, melting and piercing through the void.
That was the supreme Yang path!
In his other palm, a pitch-black sun appeared. Yet it held not a trace of heat. Instead, it emanated boundless freezing cold, an extreme chill capable of freezing even the divine soul.
The Yin path!
Yin and Yang, simultaneously appearing in both palms—two diametrically opposed, ultimate Great Daos, yet embodying the pinnacle of both paths, both expressed to their most extreme Dao mysteries.
For them to appear on the same person now was undoubtedly astonishing.
However, upon seeing this, the Emperor's Corpse's face first froze slightly, then instantly revealed an unprecedented look of horror.
Yes, horror. It stared fearfully at the young man before it, a voice filled with dread escaping its lips: "You are... the Supreme Emperor!?"
The moment these words fell, all heavens fell silent!