Time trickled by.
Soon, under the attendance of nine fairies, Ye Xuan donned the Heavenly Emperor's Battle Robe, and a dignified and majestic aura diffused around him, causing the nine fairies to bow at his sides, not daring to look directly at Ye Xuan.
A bronze mirror materialized, and upon looking at his reflection, Ye Xuan's eyes seemed to drift faintly before settling into a contented smile, feeling no substantial turmoil within.
After all, be it the Heavenly Emperor's Battle Robe or even the Heavenly Emperor's Sword, these were but external objects, merely adornments. Ye Xuan had never taken these matters to heart.
When he first entered the Earth Immortal Realm, Ye Xuan could hardly imagine himself becoming the Heavenly Emperor, let alone one day wearing this Heavenly Emperor's Battle Robe. But now that the day had arrived, he felt nothing, no ecstatic joy as he had imagined.
