Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

"The Mystic Sect returns!"

These four words echoed through the great hall like a clap of thunder.

Although everyone had long expected it, hearing the words spoken aloud still sent a jolt of shock through them.

The Mystic Sect!

It was an ancient and sacred name.

Once upon a time...

In the distant Ancient Era, the Mystic Sect was the undisputed Overlord of the Eastern Continent. Back then, there was only the Mystic Sect in the Eastern Continent—no other kingdoms or sects existed.

In the Eastern Continent of today, possessing a single Emperor Realm expert was enough to dominate several domains.

To become an Overlord!

But in the era of the Mystic Sect, there were over a hundred Emperor Realm experts, and what’s more, a Demigod presided over the sect!

The Eastern Continent was filled with countless experts back then.

However, after that world-shaking catastrophe, the Mystic Sect’s Demigod Sect Leader fell, and the great Mystic Sect sank into silence within the vast North Nether Sea.

The hundred emperors of old had almost all perished.

Only nine Emperor Realm masters remained, some going into hiding, some falling into deep slumber, and others traveling to distant lands...

It was only today that they had gathered together once more!

On the throne.

The Dragon Emperor wore a look of impatience, clearly displeased with the Celestial Secret Elder. "Celestial Secret," he said coolly, "a matter like this can be decided by the ten of us. Why summon these juniors? Isn’t it completely unnecessary?"

The Ice Emperor nodded, his sarcastic gaze sweeping over Jiang Chen as his expression turned frosty. "Especially that kid... He’s merely at the Ninth Stage of the Human King Realm. Why did you summon him here?"

"Indeed!"

The Fire Emperor said coolly, "That kid is nothing but trouble. If you hadn’t kept me here, I would have already struck him down and erased him from existence!"

For a moment, everyone in the hall turned to look at Jiang Chen with strange expressions.

For a junior at the Human King Realm to be mentioned by three Emperor Realm experts was simply unbelievable!

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile and rubbed his nose. ’Damn it, these old geezers are really something else. Do they really need to target me at every turn?’

The Celestial Secret Elder’s gentle smile remained unchanged. "The Mystic Sect is about to appear, and a golden age will once again descend upon the Eastern Continent. Naturally, we can’t do without these young ones. Ultimately, we have all grown old. If the Eastern Continent is to rise again, won’t it have to rely on them?"

"Hmph, you may be old, but I am not!" the Dragon Emperor snorted.

The Fire Emperor and the others also had distant looks in their eyes, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

The Asura Blood Emperor swept his gaze over them, his voice hoarse and filled with a domineering aura. "All of you, shut up! Since Celestial Secret gathered everyone here, he naturally has his reasons. Anyone who keeps whining can step outside and test their skills against me!"

At these words, the Fire Emperor and Ice Emperor shut their mouths and said no more.

They seemed to be extremely wary of the Asura Blood Emperor!

Only the Dragon Emperor snorted, refusing to show weakness. "Old Asura, do you really think I’m afraid of you?"

"You old thing, neither human nor dragon, do you really wish to be buried in your Dragon Emperor Mausoleum for good?" the Asura Blood Emperor said indifferently, a bloody light pulsing in his eyes.

The tension between the two was palpable, as if a battle could break out at any moment!

"Alright, alright!"

The Celestial Secret Elder waved his hand, shattering the tense atmosphere. He chuckled, "With so many juniors present, aren’t you ashamed of losing face?"

"Hmph!"

The two of them snorted, causing the very air in the hall to tremble, and fell silent.

The Celestial Secret Elder then spoke up. "Since none of you have anything more to say, I’ll get straight to the point... There are currently nine Mystic Sect Sword Orders. The Dragon Emperor has three, the Ice Emperor has two, and the Fire Emperor, Demon Emperor, Emperor Ping Shan, and Sword Emperor each have one. Each Mystic Sect Sword Order can bring ten people into the Mystic Sect, for a total of ninety slots."

"We ten will occupy ten of those slots, leaving eighty!"

The Celestial Secret Elder finished, "According to our prior agreement, the Dragon Emperor will contribute ten slots, the Ice Emperor will contribute eight, and the Fire Emperor, Demon Emperor, Emperor Ping Shan, and Sword Emperor will each contribute four. This frees up a total of thirty-four slots. I and Asura will take twenty of them. The Witch Emperor’s Southern Border and Feixue will each receive seven. Does anyone have any objections to this arrangement?"

The Dragon Emperor snorted. "You’ve already decided everything. What objections could we possibly have?"

The Asura Blood Emperor said, "If Celestial Secret hadn’t insisted that harmony is paramount, I would have just taken your slots by force, leaving you with none!"

The Demon Emperor snorted. "Whose do you think you could take?"

Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, the Celestial Secret Elder said helplessly, "Alright, all of you were once pillars of the Mystic Sect, fellow disciples. Why must you be like this?"

The assembled emperors snorted.

The Celestial Secret Elder continued, "The distribution of slots will be as I’ve just laid out. As for who receives those slots, you will each decide for yourselves. Next, shall we discuss the departure date?"

The Ice Emperor’s eyes darted as he said, "How about two months from now!"

He shot a glance at the Fire Emperor, Dragon Emperor, and the others.

Taking the hint, they all spoke up. "This trip to the North Nether Sea... who knows how long it will take to return. We still have matters to arrange and must make full preparations before we can depart. Two months should be about right!"

"Is everyone in agreement?"

The Celestial Secret Elder looked toward the other Emperor Realm experts. Seeing no opposition, he announced, "In that case, two months from now, we will rendezvous at the Celestial Secret Pavilion and depart for the North Nether Sea together!"

"Agreed!"

"If that’s all, then we will take our leave!"

The group prepared to depart.

But Jiang Chen spoke up. "Senior Ice Emperor, please wait a moment!"

"Hm?"

The Ice Emperor’s face darkened as he looked at Jiang Chen. "What is it?"

Jiang Chen smiled. "Senior Ice Emperor, great personages are often forgetful. Back in the Profound Celestial Ancestor Realm, you promised to save a few slots for this junior. Have you forgotten?"

"Hmph, when did I ever say such a thing? You’d better stop spouting nonsense!" the Ice Emperor said, his face cold as he stared at Jiang Chen with a threatening gaze.

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then smiled. "If Senior has forgotten, then let it be forgotten! It’s just that... fortunes have a way of turning. I hope Senior won’t have any regrets when the time comes!"

’I already drained the Origin Sword Qi from the two Mystic Sect Sword Orders that the Ice Emperor possesses.’

’His Mystic Sect Sword Orders are just two pieces of scrap iron now.’

’When the Ice Emperor arrives at the Mystic Sect full of hope, only to find he can’t get in, that’s when he’ll have all the time in the world for regret!’

Unfortunately for him, the Ice Emperor knew nothing of this.

"Utterly senseless..."

He snorted coldly, and with a flicker of his figure, he vanished.

The Fire Emperor, Dragon Emperor, and the others also left one after another.

They took their respective experts with them as well.

Only the Asura Blood Emperor and Emperor Feixue remained in the great hall. They looked at the Celestial Secret Elder and said, "Celestial Secret, we owe you for this. Otherwise, those few would never have given up their slots to us!"

"You’re too kind!"

The Celestial Secret Elder said with a smile.

Emperor Feixue said, "In that case, we’ll see you in two months!"

"Very well!"

The Celestial Secret Elder nodded.

Emperor Feixue vanished.

The Asura Blood Emperor’s gaze fell upon Jiang Chen, and he nodded. "Kid, you’re pretty good! If you can do something else to impress me on this trip to the Mystic Sect, I’ll take you as my Direct Disciple. Perform well! HA HA HA..."

With a shudder of his form, the Asura Blood Emperor vanished, taking Gai Jinlong with him.

In an instant...

Only Jiang Chen and the Celestial Secret Elder were left in the great hall.

The two stared at each other for a moment before the Celestial Secret Elder slowly rose, looking at Jiang Chen with a smile. "Young man, you now have only two months. What are your plans?"

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said, "I was wondering if Senior could arrange a quiet room for this junior. I would like to cultivate for a while and then head directly to the North Nether Sea with you in two months!"

"Of course. Go find Little Wei, and he will arrange it for you!" the Celestial Secret Elder replied with a smile.

"Thank you, Senior!"

Jiang Chen bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

Watching Jiang Chen’s departing figure, the Celestial Secret Elder’s eyes narrowed, and a profound, inscrutable smile graced his lips...

"The world has truly underestimated this young man!"