Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 286 - 156: Stunning Silhouette, Creator Empress
Compared to the earth-shattering legacy within the three stone boxes, Ye Xiaofan was more concerned with his own Martial Soul.
Clearly, this was the closest he had ever been to understanding his Martial Soul, and if he missed this opportunity, learning more would become increasingly difficult.
When he saw the figure with gentle lips parting, Ye Xiaofan felt as though his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
This was not the first time he had inquired about the origin of his Martial Soul; the last time he consulted the old Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, but that was an indirect inquiry, and there were no results. He only knew his Martial Soul might surpass the Forbidden Martial Soul, but there was no clear direction.
At this moment, as the figure's lips parted, Ye Xiaofan's entire being seemed to stop breathing, fearing he might miss a single word.
Accompanied by the figure's earth-shattering speech, three words echoed faintly in his ears that Ye Xiaofan never imagined.
Upon hearing those three words, Ye Xiaofan stood rooted in place, unable to breathe for a long while.
Those three words seemed to echo within the Divine Hall, never fading.
The words were not other information but —
World Tree!!!
"World Tree?"
Ye Xiaofan repeated the name of the Martial Soul, feeling as if struck by thunder, waves surging in his heart.
And at that moment.
That exceptionally ancient and melodiously impossible-to-find-on-earth voice resounded again, echoing throughout the Divine Hall.
"A flower is a world, a leaf is a universe, the blossom is a realm, the fall a cycle, myriad great worlds, all within one tree."
The gradually dissipating figure murmured, but each word deeply shocked Ye Xiaofan.
A flower is a world, a blossom is a realm!
A leaf is a universe, the fall a cycle!
Myriad great worlds, all within one tree?
After the figure's speech, she slowly turned to Ye Xiaofan, her eyes full of indescribable emotion.
"For it to choose you, you are one in ten thousand. Today it bestows all upon you, hoping you can lead it down a new path. My way is not your path; my path is not your fruit. You may borrow my road and forge new worlds, but remember, only by creating a new path will you find the end of the way."
"I have failed. You may study my ways, enter my path, but do not create another me."
"Child, you are born ordinary, but your greatest extraordinary lies within the ordinary. Remember, the sky cannot bind you, the earth cannot lock you down. You are destined to break through the heavens and earth; no matter how astonishing it may be, when it happens to you, it will merely be a passing cloud, not worth wondering about."
The utterly shocking words echoed in this world, as if coming from the distant upstream of the river of time, timeless past, and also seeming to come from the distant downstream, endless future.
However, as the words ended, the figure gradually dissipated, about to return to nothingness.
Seeing this, Ye Xiaofan was anxious and asked without hesitation, "Elder, may I ask for your name."
"Through the ages, I am called Cyan Emperor; the era names me Lan Lin; infinite time calls me..."
The voice abruptly ceased, but in the void, four ancient characters were emblazoned, shaking endless epochs—
Creator Empress!
Ye Xiaofan's breath halted as he looked at those four characters.
Creator Empress!
Who would have thought that in the remote 'Hundred Sects Battle Domain,' an unremarkable Ancient Sect would harbor a—Creator Empress!
Although at this moment Ye Xiaofan did not yet understand how terrifying the four words 'Creator Empress' were, even the mere literal meaning was enough to astonish eternity.
"Elder, can we meet again?" Ye Xiaofan instinctively asked.
"Perhaps, in a past day, you might see me, but in the future, I have vanished, Ye Xiaofan, farewell."
With the final words, that presence completely vanished within the Divine Hall, seemingly nowhere to be found, as if no longer in the mortal realm.
Ye Xiaofan stood still, unable to regain his senses for a long time.
'She' did not seem meant to appear here, yet she seemed to be waiting for his arrival.
Time ticked by.
It was only after a long while that Ye Xiaofan finally regained his senses, feeling that everything he had just experienced was extremely surreal and unreal.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he turned his gaze toward the three boxes.
One of them was now completely empty, the green within having merged with the Martial Soul.
Inside the second box was a white Elixir, with a neat slip of paper inside beside the Elixir.
Ye Xiaofan took it up to examine, and a line of words came into view—Immortal Soul Protection Pill, aided by resources, resurrection, forbidden for Saint Realm and above!
"Resurrection? Forbidden for Saint Realm and above?" Ye Xiaofan was shocked, slowly placing the Elixir in his palm, sensing a terrifying aura that shook the cosmic star river sweep through.
Acquiring this Elixir, Ye Xiaofan was filled with mixed emotions, but he kept it away, unaware that this Elixir would later nearly brand him an ancient sinner, and also create an ancient legend.
After putting away the Immortal Soul Protection Pill, Ye Xiaofan turned his gaze to the last box.
Inside, a mysterious ancient book slowly floated, the book formed by divine light, exceedingly profound.
As Ye Xiaofan gazed upon it, suddenly.
Bang —!!!
The entire ancient book trembled violently, then transformed into a vast ocean of light, like a starry sea frantically rushing into Ye Xiaofan's brow.
In an instant.
Ye Xiaofan felt his mind sink, as though countless pieces of information flooded into the depths of his memories, nearly overwhelming him.
