Six thousand years had passed, and Ye Xuan, whom he once regarded as an ant, had advanced rapidly in his cultivation, gradually becoming the formidable enemy of his lifetime. Today, after six thousand years, Ye Xuan had finally stepped into Daluo and arrived at the Heavenly Court to usurp his position as Heavenly Emperor.
The void was silent, and all things were mute.
When their gazes intertwined, a silent gunpowder smoke slowly rose, and even ten thousand li of heaven and earth began to rumble. A terrifying killing intent gradually erupted around them.
"Ye Xuan, to tell you the truth, I actually admire you quite a bit. Although appointing you as Emperor Dongji was a manipulative tactic, in my heart, you deserved to stand equal to me."
"If you had kept to your place, it could not have been impossible for you and me to become close friends."
