Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!

Harboring a killing intention and striking are two different matters; this high-ranking member of the Sanctuary calmed down considerably, and An quickly retreated, returning to Mo Lai's side.

"Seamless fit, no chance to compete for even a bit of Fate." An whispered.

She was not an impulsive person, nor a spoiled Emperor Son; the reason she clashed with the high-ranking members of the Sanctuary was merely to verify something as quickly as possible.

Mo Lai grew solemn, beginning to understand An's intention, was she trying to contend for Fate in the Northern Wing?

Recalling what An had previously said, he felt increasingly alarmed; he too was an Emperor Son, yet he did not possess An's boldness.

"The Fate of the human clans in the Heavens has long been divided, and so it is with the Northern Wing as in other places; establishing roots here is very difficult," Ye Yu'er said.

"Are there any human regions not yet controlled?" An asked.

"There is one place, but... it is extremely barren, having experienced some events, and is surrounded by the Divine Clan. The Tianxuan Holy Land once established a sect there, but they moved away in just ten years." Ye Yu'er spoke.

"What place?"

"The Old Longevity Site."

"Where? Is it far from here?" An frowned, longevity, yes, she had heard of this lineage, one of the most powerful heritages in human history.

Then she remembered Liu Ting'er, an Innate Taoist Body, practicing the Tao Sutra, which is actually the Immortality Tao.

If nothing unexpected happened, Liu Ting'er should be on the Heaven Martial Continent by now, preparing to merge with the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods.

If she could establish a foundation at the Old Longevity Site and accumulate Fate, it might help Wuji Sect and Liu Ting'er enter the Heavens early.

It wouldn't be a bad thing.

Ye Yu'er sighed: "It's not very far, as I just said, that place is extremely barren, perhaps even more depleted than the Mortal Realm, and is surrounded by strong Divine Clans."

"In the early years, my father ventured alone into the Nine Heavens to lay the foundation for Wuji Sect, and now... I want to emulate him." An's eyes were burning with determination.

Ye Yu'er frowned, glancing at her, and then at Mo Lai, who hadn't spoken; she didn't know what to say anymore.

The Old Longevity Site is far from just barren.

In human history, many powers have entered the Old Longevity Site, but unfortunately, no one has managed to stay.

Some say that place is cursed, and the longer one stays, the more they go insane and lose their mind; others believe that Longevity never really perished, and his Divine Soul turned into a vengeful ghost wandering the site.

Every full moon night, it comes out to devour Life Essence.

Sigh!

Ye Yu'er sighed again: "Although there are humans residing at the Old Longevity Site, they can't gather much Fate, and in the short term, there's definitely no way to accumulate it."

"You're right."

"I don't advise you to take risks." Ye Yu'er said earnestly.

"When I was cultivating at the Sanctuary, I heard that in ancient times, a Mortal Emperor traversed the Void God Realm, walking the God-slaying Path to get here, but they never met good endings," An said.

Out of a hundred Mortal Emperors, maybe three to five could cross the God-slaying Path into the Heavens, but even those three to five couldn't survive.

Why?

An couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought.

Then, someone provided an answer, that it was the Gods who struck—yes, the Divine Clan, the Gods, they are very afraid of mortal emperors.

That's one reason.

The second reason involves many issues among the human clan of the Heavens.

Looking at Ye Yu'er, An spoke: "I was rude and impulsive just now, but I also verified one thing, that the human clan in the Heavens has internal strife, fighting for Fate with countless methods, and they're incredibly scheming. They regard Fate as everything, even higher than personal life. I suspect that this so-called Fate is key to resisting the Divine Clan."

"In the current era of the operation of the Heavens, the human clan here highly values Fate, and they definitely won't allow outsiders to compete for it..."

"Even to the extent that for Fate, they can engage in fierce battles, join forces with the Divine Clan, and betray the human clan." An's eyes were sharp: "Mo Lai, do you still remember what you once said?"

"What did I say?"

"You said that the life of an Emperor Son is a sad one."

"I remember."

"In the mortal realm, even in hundreds of thousands of years, one might not see the emergence of a Great Emperor, because cultivation is too hard, and achieving the Dao is even harder, each step is like walking on thin ice. Once a Dao is verified, it fuses with the Heavenly Dao, and the imprint of this Great Emperor shares glory and existence with the Heavenly Dao, forming pressure from the Heavenly Dao over thousands of years, making it impossible for a new Great Emperor to emerge in the mortal realm unless the previous one perishes." An said.

Hearing this, Mo Lai was shaken.

"My father must have cultivated for countless years, overcoming great hardships to reach this point, thus possessing overwhelming power..."

"Your father didn't cultivate for that long," Mo Lai couldn't help but retort.

"Even a few hundred years is long."

"Your father didn't have it very hard..."

"Is that so?" An forced a smile, then continued: "These aren't important; what I'm trying to say is that in the mortal realm, it takes hundreds of thousands of years to even potentially see a Great Emperor emerge, yet here in the Heavens, just in the Northern Wing, there are over a dozen with Emperor Realm strength."

"What are you trying to say?" Ye Yu'er grew more and more alarmed as she listened.

Was the difficulty for a Mortal Emperor really because the world was barren?

Apparently not.

Here in the myriad realms of the Heavens, just in the Northern Wing alone there are over a dozen people...

Does that mean their Emperor Realm is worthless?

No!

It's also very valuable.

But it's different from a Mortal Emperor, so... were the Divine Clan afraid of a Mortal Emperor Realm? Were the humans of the Heavens also afraid?

Ye Yu'er abruptly raised her head, waves surging deep in her eyes.

"I just proved this point." An said.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lai couldn't help but take a deep breath; looking at An once more, he immediately felt respect and admiration.

Not to speak of strength, just this wisdom alone surpasses 90% of the Emperor Sons in history.

So?

If Chen Pingping is truly on the Ancient Battlefield, preparing to charge into the God-slaying Path to enter the Heavens, his situation will be dozens of times more difficult than on the God-slaying Path.

"I'll go notify them," Mo Lai said.

"There's no time, and it's useless!" An shook her head: "A while ago, I called Lao Huang with a secret technique; they're probably already on their way, let's wait!"

Sigh!

I am indeed the worst Emperor Son in history.

Mo Lai felt ashamed.

On the other side.

The strong ones of the Divine Clan began to follow the Ink-Washing River abyss, entering the God-slaying Path, one figure after another jumping down.

On the Dark Tribe's side, a small maid quietly asked: "Young Master, do we still want to compete for the Great Opportunity?"

"Compete for a damn thing." Dark Unparalleled jumped up directly, somewhat exasperated: "Didn't you see that girl is there too?"

"Young Master, you're becoming more cowardly." The small maid said.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" He admitted to a lack of intelligence, but... calling him cowardly, that's ridiculous.

As a genius of the Dark Tribe, how could he be cowardly?

Dark Unparalleled stood with hands behind his back, humming: "The reason I haven't acted rashly is because the situation below is unclear; let these fools from the dynasty explore first, then I, the Young Master, shall proceed, wouldn't that be wiser?"

"Young Master, you just mentioned that girl..."

"You can keep quiet now." Dark Unparalleled glared, thinking to himself: "Fuck, I am indeed afraid of that little girl."

No, no, no!

This isn't fear; this is strategy.

There's a saying in the mortal realm, something about... the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, yes, I am that oriole.

This thought brought him peace, then he glanced towards Wu Shang not far away.

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