Eternal Holy Emperor

The man was extraordinarily handsome, surrounded by divine radiance, with a hazy and sacred halo enveloping him, appearing like an immortal Divine King descended upon the world.

Standing thus in the void, he possessed an invincible aura of looking down upon the world, as if a Great Emperor had descended, ruling over all, making the heavenly spirits and all beings kneel in submission.

Even the powerful Saint figures of the three clans, such as the Azure Dragon Great Saint and the Emperor of Xiang, felt an impulse to submit upon his appearance.

This impulse came from the depths of their bloodline, innate, as if commoners were encountering an exalted Emperor, submitting from the depths of their hearts.

This strange feeling caused many Saints to change color with shock.

Who exactly is this sacred figure?

"Di Wuming."

Like a young Great Emperor, the youth stated his name on his own.

The tone was calm, yet as the name fell, it stirred a thousand ripples, causing waves of surprise.

Perhaps many Saints were still puzzled by this name, but the high-level figures like the Emperor of Xiang, the Emperor of Lann, the Azure Dragon Great Saint, and the Sky-reaching Green Bull knew many ancient, unknown secrets.

Among them were secrets from the Taichu Era.

There were records of a great existence who opened up the Ancient Emperor Realm, leaving behind a son after his death, sealed for eternal times, hidden somewhere within the Ancient Emperor Realm.

Although for countless years, no one knew the location of this Emperor's son's seclusion, it always puzzled the various clans.

Yet information about this Emperor's son was well-known to all clans.

And was not the child of the Great Emperor from the Taichu Heaven and Earth Creation era named Di Wuming?

Emperor's son Wuming!

The Saints of the three clans completely understood that he was indeed the descendant of the Ancient Great Emperor; there was no need for confirmation, as the surging impulse to submit in their veins was the best proof.

The Ancient Great Emperor was the supreme sovereign of the Ancient Emperor Realm, ruling over all in existence. Even the ancestors of various clans were once subjects of the Great Emperor, having sworn eternal submission to the Ancient Great Emperor.

This oath has been passed down to the present, deeply imprinted in the bloodline, irreversible.

Emperor's son Wuming, because he was the son of the Ancient Great Emperor, possessed his supreme bloodline, inheriting the bloodline that ruled over all spirits in the Ancient Emperor Realm.

Therefore, any creatures within the Ancient Emperor Realm felt an impulse to submit to Emperor's son Wuming.

"Emperor's son, my lord!"

No matter what, the Ancient Great Emperor ultimately opened the Ancient Emperor Realm, allowing their kind to continue to survive until now, and his offspring are entitled to receive a slight bow from them.

However, the Four Old Immortals sternly shouted, "Upon seeing the Emperor's son, you should kneel; what is the meaning of this?"

Instantly, the Saints from the three clans looked angrily at the Four Old Immortals, and the sense of submission within them was quickly suppressed.

The Saints present, standing at the pinnacle of the continent's pyramid, had their own pride; how could they willingly bow their proud heads to another?

Even if it was the descendant of the Ancient Great Emperor.

Bowing was due to the Ancient Great Emperor, not because of Emperor's son Wuming.

Di Wuming gently shook his head, "Elders, do not force them."

Then he looked at Ye Chen; he cared more about Ye Chen than about the so-called Saints' submission.

Ye Chen also looked at him, not particularly surprised, having already guessed that the other party was a powerful Emperor's son, bearing the strongest bloodline of Emperors and Royals, such that only the descendants of such an existence would have a physical body so strong, not much inferior to the Combat Saint Body.

"A thousand!"

Ye Chen smiled lightly, with brilliant light flickering in his eyes, war intent boiling.

Rarely encountering an Emperor's son, he truly longed for a battle.

"Di Wuming, you are the first true Supreme Heir I have encountered." Ye Chen's gaze was bright, with surging battle intent, and he spoke slowly.

On him, although there was no principle fluctuation, there were terrifying strands of Qi mechanism releasing, causing the heavens and earth to sink, akin to a War God revived, confronting Di Wuming.

For such an Emperor-level figure, not engaging in battle would be a shame, thus he felt a special anticipation which a True King talent could not provide him.

Because he truly wished to see how strong a real Emperor's son could be, to some extent, it was like facing the youthful era of Emperors and Royals.

Di Wuming stood proudly, vibrant, with divine radiance surging throughout, and from within him came a tsunami-like terrifying thunderous sound resonating across the heavens, shaking the earth.

This was the true fearsome aspect of an Emperor's son, making the Saints present feel deafening, as if a Mythical Supreme Emperor slumbered within, possessing incomparable shocking potential.

Before him, the heirs of the 36 empires and the 72 ancient countries were utterly unimpressive.

It's not that they weren't strong enough, talented enough, or gifted enough, but in the face of a true Emperor's son, no one among the younger generation could compare, not even True King talents; they were far inferior.

Di Wuming's gaze landed on Ye Chen, equally impressive, "You are also very strong; though not an Emperor's son, you feel as strong as a true Emperor's son."

This made many present gasp, wondering who this mysterious young man was to receive such praise from the venerable Di Wuming, truly suggesting immeasurable strength.

"Do you dare to fight?"

Ye Chen directly cut to the chase, with a gaze so sharp it made even Saints avoid eye contact.

This made the blood of many people boil, because no matter how one looked at it, this was a pinnacle showdown of the younger generation, far stronger than the elite figures like empire crown princes, even more intense than Saint Master-level battles.

What's more, one side was the offspring of a great ancient existence who created heaven and earth, Emperor's son Wuming, incomparably powerful.

The other was someone who could annihilate Heroic Lord level entities with just a blood Qi incarnation.

The competition between these two peerless figures would undoubtedly be extraordinarily splendid.

Di Wuming said, "You are strong indeed, and your physical body is worthy of being called unparalleled, but you must understand that we Emperor's sons inherit our father's most powerful bloodline power, a physical body strong not inferior to the Combat Saint Body, and my mastery of principle divine power is stronger than that of the Combat Saints. Do you still wish to continue to fight?"

This was no empty talk; though the Combat Saint King was an eternal forbidden level battle body, the supreme heir inherited the Mythical Emperor's strongest bloodline, with physical strength beyond imagination, not inferior to the Combat Saint Body.

But Ye Chen laughed; the Combat Saint Body and Combat Saint Technique created by the Combat Saint Ancestor were unparalleled through the ages and could reverse-slay immortals.

The Combat Saint Technique could even be considered among the top attack sacred techniques of all time, not inferior to other Emperors and Royals, even ranking top among them in combat power, how could it be weaker than Emperor Divine Power.

Moreover, his Combat Saint Body had surpassed those of past Combat Saints, a Holy Body so strong that it shook ancient and modern times.

Yet the most daunting aspect remained the opponent's mastery of the Ancient Great Emperor's forbidden divine power, which was most fearsome.

"Why wouldn't I dare!" Ye Chen responded, standing towering without fear.