Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 4389 Another One

Chapter 4389  Another One

As the days passed, more and more people arrived at Same Moon Planet.

Just how many were there?

There were people everywhere, that it was difficult to set up even a tent.

It couldn't be helped. Although the planet colossal, almost everyone in the universe was running over now, so how could it not be crowded?

The problem was, it was one thing for youngsters like you to come, but those white-bearded old geezers also came, so what kind of excitement were they getting themselves involved in?

'You people definitely won't be able to enter.'

But they didn't care, not about age, or relative age. Tons of people came, forcefully stuffing themselves in.

"Imperial Son Ze!"

"Imperial Son Xuan!"

"Imperial Son Ming!"

Several more days passed, and the Golden Generation finally arrived one after another.

Right now, even the most powerful Golden Generation elite was only Venerate Tier. They were completely capable of stepping onto the Imperial Path and contending for supremacy. Moreover, the time was coincidentally so good. Coincidentally, they were Battle prowess, and could be regarded as the most powerful elites of the Imperial Path.

Then, who would be able to compete with them?

History had proved that those who could become Emperor were practically the first three people to complete the Imperial Path. At the very least, they would be in the top ten, and that was pitifully few.

Thus, if the Golden Generation dominated the top ten, it would be equivalent to seizing the fortune of heaven and earth. Then what about Yang Yihuan and Myriad Dao? So what if their natural talent was higher than theirs? The fortune of heaven and earth did not favor them!

Moreover, the Golden Generation was completely capable of committing murder on the Imperial Path. This was a Mystery Realm. In battles in a Mystery Realm, one was responsible for his own life and death. This was a rule that all forces tacitly agreed on.

Countless prodigies had come, but none of them was as dazzling as the Golden Generation.

That's right. Although Yang Yihuan, Ding Shu, Origin and Myriad Dao had risen up strongly, it had only been a short while, after all. Furthermore, they had not confronted the Golden Generation head-on, so the public still thought that the Golden Generation was the most awesome.

Ling Han sat cross-legged at the side, watching as the Imperial Sons arrived, one after another. They were all incredibly domineering.

This time should be the most important selection on the path to becoming Emperor, because according to history, at most, only the top ten would be qualified to contest for the throne. Thus, after this time, the people with chances of becoming Emperor would become clear.

And this was also the last chance for anyone to take a turn and overtake them. If he obtained a great opportunity on the Imperial Path, perhaps a Silver Generation would be able to turn the tables and become the new leader.

Everyone was filled with ambition, and they all set their sights on the only position of Emperor.

Becoming Emperor, one's name would be known for all eternity, and his might would suppress the heavens.

Who would remember a loser?

Day after day passed, and more and more prodigies came. Some of them had never been heard of before, but now, they had popped out from who knows where, causing people to exclaim in surprise. As it turned out, there were still so many low-key prodigies.

It wasn't long before Yang Yihuan also arrived.

He was still calm and composed. Even when he faced the Imperial Path, there was not the slightest fluctuation in his emptions. This caused Ling Han to feel slightly surprised.

Because to be honest, Ling Han was still filled with imagination and longing for the Imperial Path, as well as a sliver of reverence towards the unknown.

However, wasn't Yang Yihuan a little too calm? He was so calm that it was a little inexcusable.

He had naturally been escorted here by the Saint Yue, and that Saint was extremely low-key. He stood, arms crossed behind his back. If one had not witnessed it personally, who would have guessed that he was actually a Saint?

Space was torn apart, and a large green hand stretched out. Then, an elder in green robes walked out, while a young man followed behind him. He was dressed in a purple imperial robe, exuding an endless air of majesty.

Yi, who was this person?

The members of the Imperial Clans were also astonished. This was because this elder in black was a Saint. However, none of them recognized this elder.

"Heavens, what is going on here?"

Since when did Saints become so cheap? They were all popping out one after another?

"Brother Yang, you're here!" Just as everyone was guessing the identity of this old man and young man, the young man in purple robes greeted Yang Yihuan.

What? This person actually knew Yang Yihuan?

Hiss, Yang Yi had walked out of the silver mountain in the demonic mist, so how could he possibly have old acquaintances?

"Brother He!" Yang Yihuan also smiled, and nodded at the purple-robed young man.

They really were old acquaintances!

This caused everyone to mumble. Who exactly was this purple-robed young man?

"Friend, how should I address you?" the Rainbow Light Saint asked the elder in green as he clasped his hands in greeting.

A hint of pride appeared on the elder's face, yet he didn't reply.

The Rainbow Light Saint couldn't help but feel angry. He was also a Saint, and furthermore, he was a Saint of an Imperial Clan. Your attitude is really too arrogant, isn't it?

"Friend, you have gone too far!" He stretched out a hand, which turned into a giant hand that blotted out the skies, grabbing out at the elder in green.

"Ignorant!" The elder in cyan humphed, and two black swords shot out of his eyes. Shua, shua, shua, shua, they slashed towards that giant hand. As the sword projections danced, that giant hand was very quickly destroyed.

"Wu!" The Rainbow Light Saint couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as blood started to flow from his right hand.

The giant hand was destroyed, and he also suffered a backlash, suffering some light injuries.

Everyone was astonished upon seeing this. One had to realize that the Rainbow Light Saint was a three-star Saint. To wound him so easily, the elder in cyan had to be a five-star Saint, at the very least!

The Rainbow Light Saint, having suffered a loss, couldn't help but fly into a rage out of humiliation.

I am a Saint of an Imperial Clan, and you dare to bully me?

Xiu, he took out the Imperial Weapon, a large golden cauldron.

Weng! The gigantic golden cauldron hovered above his head, branded with various weapons such as sabers, swords, axes, halberds, and so on. As it gently floated, these weapons all lit up, exuding an incredibly powerful aura.

The Imperial Weapon was about to awaken, and killing Saints was as easy as slaughtering chickens.

Yet the elder in cyan clothing was completely unmoved. A large blood-coloured umbrella was opened above his head, and there were white skulls drawn all over it. They were all flickering with a frightening baleful killing intent.

"What?!" The members of the Imperial Clans all wore expressions of shock, and they exclaimed, "Imperial Weapon!"

This was definitely an Imperial Weapon!

Who would've thought that a mysterious Saint would appear with an Imperial Weapon?

"Which Imperial Clan does this Saint belong to?"

"I've never heard of this kind of Imperial Weapon!"

"Heavens, there are actually hidden Imperial Clans?"

This stunned the Imperial Clan elites. As it turned out, aside from them, there were also other reclusive Imperial Clan.

Imperial Weapon against Imperial Weapon!

The Rainbow Light Saint instantly lost his anger. If the two Imperial Weapons clashed, the most likely result would be that both sides would be severely wounded. Moreover, he was only a Three Star Saint, so he definitely wouldn't be able to last as long as his opponent. Thus, even if the two sides were evenly matched, the Rainbow Light Saint would still be the first to fall.

Then what was the point of fighting?

A great battle that could possibly break out had thus vanished without a trace. The Rainbow Light Saint was naturally completely humiliated. He sat down, his expression dark. If it was not for the fact that he still had the heavy responsibility of protecting the Imperial Son of his clan, he would definitely have left with a flourish of his sleeves.

—He could not afford to lose face like this!

Ling Han was also surprised. Where had this purple-robed young man popped out from?

It should be known that though Yang Yihuan had always been polite towards others, he was incredibly proud, but looking at his attitude towards the purple-robed young man, there was a sliver of wariness in his attitude.

This kind of expression would only appear on his face when he was facing a powerful opponent.

Another powerful opponent had appeared.

Ling Han thought internally, but did not feel the slightest bit of fear, only excitement.

"The Imperial Path has opened!" Someone suddenly called out.