Emperor’s Domination

His sudden appearance scared everyone because it had been a while since his previous.

“How long has it been?” A desolate god asked.

“Not since Nightwatch, always in isolated cultivation or so they say.” An emperor said.

“I hope he can break through, that would be nice.” Many shared this sentiment, especially desolate gods.

Everyone knew the imperial path - emperors, primal ancestors, and supreme overlords. Those not on this path felt lost because they didn’t have the same option.

Emperors had the potential to gain a primal anima and then surpass extinguishment to become indestructible - the overlord level.

Desolate gods could become heaven-slayers, but that was it.

The equivalent of extinguishment was “return”. Those on this path included Everlasting Jiang, Fardao, Tenacious, North Kun God, and Fairy Companions.

Rumor has it that some of them were infinitely close to the overlord level. Everyone waited with bated breath, hoping to see if the outside paths could have a similar outcome to the imperial one.

The requirements for the imperial path were far more stringent, the ratio was one to ten between emperors and desolate gods.

Of course, this didn’t mean desolate gods weren’t special. They were the finest cultivators and only a few could make it to the return stage.

Although regular desolate gods could never make it to the end, they still didn’t want to be one level lower than emperors.

The other side had supreme overlords and even immortals while their path stopped abruptly. They could never keep their head high in this scenario.

“Buzz.” Rays of light emanated from him, affecting the color of the world.

The tribulation above became increasingly palpable with lightning and fire, giving an ominous feeling.

“Crackle!” It could descend at any moment.

His rays took on the fire affinity, blotting out the tribulation above.

“Is he attempting to break through?” Everyone became invested.

“What’s after return?” An emperor said.

“There should be something, Desolate Ancestor most likely came up with another realm.” A desolate god said with hope.

“She created it, sure, but didn’t embark on it herself. She chose the imperial path.” A different desolate god said.

Desolate gods outnumbered emperors ten to one. However, none had become an overlord, let alone an immortal.

“I have seen the fortune.” Everlasting Jiang cared for nothing as he declared: “Senior Fardao, shall we spar to show everyone the way?”

This shocked all listeners.

“He’s challenging Fardao.” Someone said. The first thing Everlasting Jiang did after appearing in public was challenge another mighty cultivator.

“Buzz.” A radiance erupted deep within the enigmatic God Frontier. This area seemed so removed from the rest of the world.

It caused the world to stretch and become narrow, becoming a pathway for a frail figure. Even a breeze could sweep him off his feet. Nevertheless, it felt like he was walking on the river of time, always existing regardless of the changes around him.

“That’s Fardao.” Many stared at him in awe.

“The legendary cultivator, older than Everlasting Jiang with more wonderful tales.” One emperor murmured.

Fardao was both a name and a title for a cultivation realm. Long ago before the notion of desolate gods, there was a path known as everlasting.

Fardao started this path and accomplished the most with it. Thus, the apex of this path shared the same name as his.

Later on, most viewed it as comparable to desolate gods. He would be equal to a heaven-slayer.

Everlasting Jiang also followed this path, albeit far later. Nevertheless, he had caught up to its creator.

“One of the Radiant Decemvirate.” An emperor with a strong knowledge of history truly admired Fardao.