Chapter 530 QuasiEmperors Emerge

Shangguan Huanling was sealed inside the Soul Banner.

Her soul would need time to regenerate.

The Vermilion Bird was annoyed with Yue Hongling, so she barely exchanged words with her and immediately went into seclusion.

To be honest, without Shangguan Huanling’s burdens and mischief, the Vermilion Bird’s cultivation speed was unmatched.

Though still not as fast as Lu Ye’s, she was definitely among the elite geniuses.

From now on, she only needed to focus on cultivation and bring Shangguan Huanling with her to keep pace with Lu Ye.

Even if she had nothing to say to Lu Ye, at the very least, she could catch up and witness his rise—that alone would be worth it!

……

Lu Ye didn’t know that Shangguan Huanling had entered the Soul Banner.

If he had known, he might have been slightly worried.

Because Shangguan Huanling’s foolishness was proverbial—even in her normal state, she was already hopelessly naive. If she became a wraith within the Soul Banner and had her consciousness eroded…

Lu Ye couldn’t fathom just how much dumber Shangguan Huanling could get!

But now wasn’t the time to worry about such things.

The ancient powerhouses who wanted to capture him and interrogate him for his secrets must have already received the news, right?

How many would come?

The moment Lu Ye underwent his tribulation, this news had already spread like wildfire to the Seventh Heaven.

Some messages warned their own factions to be cautious—this destitute but fearsome ascendant had ascended, and those above must be careful not to provoke him.

Others were from their ancestors, who had been waiting far too long.

Seventh Heaven!

The Heavenly Gate had already locked down the Ascension Pool.

The Heavenly Gate had three QuasiEmperors—the Sect Master, Luan Xin, and the elders, Daoist Beings and Dream Spirit.

Now, there was one more—the Devourbeast.

Luan Xin and the other two looked deathly serious, while only the Devourbeast’s eyes shone with excitement.

Lu Ye was finally ascending!

It had been itching to follow Lu Ye.

It wanted to become Lu Ye’s mount, his pet!

After all, the Devourbeast understood very well that this opportunity to follow Lu Ye was once-in-a-lifetime.

Among so many beasts, many had followed masters, only for those masters to fall prematurely—such tragedies were commonplace.

Among the friends it knew, many had met this bitter end. Each had thought they were following a legendary talent, only for their master to perish before their time, leaving them grieving with nothing to show.

But Lu Ye was different now...

The genius didn't know his ultimate destiny, but Lu Ye knew!

Who among those following a master dares claim their master will surely attain the Dao and become an Emperor? Even if they don’t perish midway, how many would dare say such a thing?

But the Devourbeast dared—Lu Ye would absolutely become a Celestial Lord, and might even achieve sainthood in the end!

Just by having encountered Lu Ye.

This beast here is just too eager to advance!

This battle was its chance to prove itself. Even if it meant death in battle, the Devourbeast wouldn’t flinch at all.

Are you kidding? Dying for a Celestial Lord—or even a saint—would mean this life would be set!

In truth, it wasn’t just the Devourbeast who thought this way. The other three quasi-emperors were thinking the same thing.

Pfft, what's death?

If they didn’t die, they’d just be fellow cultivators with the sect master.

If they died, they’d be called confidants!

Anyone could see which mattered more!

Though the Heavenly Gate had sealed off the surroundings, shadowy presences flickered now and then in the void—so powerful they inspired terror.

Definitely quasi-emperors.

And their auras varied. Who knew how many quasi-emperors lurked in the vast void, lying in wait, waiting for Lu Ye’s arrival.

The Dark Origin had concealed nine quasi-emperors within the void, their killing intent thick as tar, impossible to dissolve.

The Dark Clan had dispatched six quasi-emperors this time—virtually their entire elite force.

Because An Li had repeatedly stressed that dealing with Lu Ye required going all out, with no room for half-measures.

Throw everything they had at him.

If they failed this time, the Dark Clan would already have one foot in the grave.

The Dark Clan truly took this warning seriously.

Of the seven quasi-emperors the entire clan possessed, six had come. The last had critical business to handle—matters concerning the gods.

Not just these quasi-emperors, but five Emperors had also arrived.

An Li had intended to come as well but was stopped, ordered to stay home and await good news.

It wasn’t just the Dark Origin and the Dark Clan—other quasi-emperors were present too.

And there were plenty more.

"Nine Lives, is he coming?" the Dark Origin asked.

"He’s on his way."

"Let me tell you, we've got a staggering number of quasi-emperors here—a full twenty-eight. Are you sure about these reinforcements?"

That number even gave Lu Ye pause.

How many are there?

Twenty-eight? That many?

Just how many Quasi-Emperors exist in all of Seventh Heaven?

Many factions only have one or two, tops, yet now a full twenty-eight have come.

Are Quasi-Emperors growing on trees now?

But the Dark Origin and the Dark Clan alone make up fifteen, while the other Quasi-Emperors combined account for thirteen.

To be honest, it's a bit more than Lu Ye figured.

Lu Ye originally estimated that twenty-five would've been solid, but to his surprise, twenty-eight showed up.

Alright then, twenty-eight it is.