Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

"Nonsense!" Elder Xuan glared at Fang Yuan. "Although you are exceptionally talented, you are still only a Great Sage. Three Quasi-Emperors joining forces would defeat any top genius, not even a young Heavenly Venerable or Ancient Emperor. Don't take such risks again!"

"None of them work? Didn't the Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hao manage to do it back then?"

"Uh...that's an exception. There's only been one Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hao throughout the ages." Elder Xuan was somewhat speechless, knowing that Fang Yuan was somewhat obsessed with chasing after Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hao, and tried to persuade him.

"You don't need to put so much pressure on yourself, and you don't need to compare yourself to the Heavenly Emperor. Just be yourself. You're already outstanding enough."

"Understood, Elder Xuan." Fang Yuan smiled slightly, waved his hand, and coughed a few times. "I'll heal my injuries first."

"Yes, you focus on healing. I will protect you." The illusory figure of Elder Xuan floated to the side and sat down cross-legged.

"This valley is secluded and protected by natural formations, so it's safe for now."

Fang Yuan nodded, closed his eyes, and circulated his divine power.

The blood and energy in his body flowed slowly, beginning to repair his broken physical body.

Elder Xuan watched quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Half an hour later, Fang Yuan's breathing stabilized somewhat, but his injuries were still severe, and he entered a critical moment for healing.

Just then.

The illusory figure of Elder Xuan suddenly moved!

His originally kind face instantly turned ferocious, and greed and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, which turned into a dark demonic light that shot straight at Fang Yuan's brow!

"Young man, I'm sorry, but I've waited far too long for this body of yours!"

The demonic light was moving extremely fast, and it looked like it was about to disappear into Fang Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fang Yuan, who had been healing with his eyes closed, opened them at this moment.

His eyes were clear and bright; there was not a trace of weakness in him.

He even smiled happily.

"Elder Xuan, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Before he could finish speaking, a bloody crack suddenly appeared between Fang Yuan's brows!

It actually opened on its own!

Amidst the blood-red sea, a vast phantom of a blood-red sea appeared. In the center of the sea, a blood-red primordial spirit with the same face as him sat cross-legged, its body entwined with countless wailing chains of resentful souls.

The demonic light that Xuan Lao transformed into crashed headlong into the sea of ​​blood, and immediately felt as if it had sunk into a quagmire!

"This...this is the Blood Primordial Spirit?" Elder Xuan's horrified voice echoed through the sea of ​​blood. "You're only at the Great Saint Realm, how could you possibly have cultivated a complete Blood Primordial Spirit?"

The crimson primordial spirit slowly stood up and walked over, stepping on waves of blood.

"Because what I cultivate is no longer as simple as the 'Blood Prison True Scripture' you gave me." Fang Yuan's voice was icy.

"From the moment I discovered the three hidden backdoors in the cultivation technique, and from the moment you first tried to lead me astray during my breakthrough, I knew what you were trying to do."

"You...you knew all along?" Elder Xuan struggled, but the Blood Sea Chains tightened around him.

"Of course I know. If I didn't even know this, would I, Fang Yuan, dare to claim to have attained enlightenment?" The crimson primordial spirit looked down at him, indifferent and ruthless.

"The old man with the inner demons who was slain by the Heavenly Court's enforcement team more than ten thousand years ago, wasn't that you?"

The remnant soul of Elder Xuan, also known as the Old Man of the Heart Demon, trembled violently.

"How...how did you know?"

"Of course I know," Fang Yuan said calmly.

"Back then, you wreaked havoc on the heavens, using the secret techniques of inner demons to control countless cultivators, devouring their souls to strengthen yourself. In the end, you were personally hunted down by Lin Mo, the then deputy hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, and your physical body collapsed."

Only a wisp of my soul escaped into this ancient jade. You passed on the "Blood Prison Scripture" to me, not because you wanted to find a successor, but simply to cultivate the most suitable body for possession.

The old man of inner demons remained silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good, good lad! I've ruled the world for a lifetime, but I never expected to fall into your hands in the end!"

There was a hint of admiration in his laughter.

"Not only did you see through my plan, but you also deduced and completed the cultivation technique on your own, achieving the Blood Prison Primordial Spirit... Fang Yuan, you are more outstanding than me, a born demonic cultivator, more ruthless, smarter, and more merciless than I was back then!"

Fang Yuan remained expressionless: "Thank you for the compliment."

"What a pity," sighed the old demon. "If you had been born ten thousand years earlier, you would surely have been able to stir up the winds and clouds with me."

"Back when Lin Mo was chasing me, he was only at the seventh level of Quasi-Emperor, while I was at the eighth level of Quasi-Emperor. However, he used the Judgment Heavenly Technique passed down by Emperor Jiang Hao to force me into a desperate situation. I was no match for him at all."

Although both are cultivation techniques created by those who have attained enlightenment, the Blood Prison True Scripture and the Judgment Heavenly Art that I cultivate are not even in the same league. Emperor Jiang Hao is far too terrifying.

Upon hearing this, a burning desire flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.

"The Chaos Emperor... just how powerful is he?"

"How strong?" The old man with the inner demon smiled bitterly.

"It's not a question of how strong he is, because no one has ever seen his full strength. He has been sweeping all before he was born, and after he became a Daoist, he swept all the geniuses and ancient emperors. No one knows how strong he is."

"Anyone who has seen the Heavenly Emperor Jiang Hao will have the same feeling: he is the heavens themselves. When he sits there, he is the Dao and the law. When he speaks, all the heavens and myriad realms dare not disobey. We demonic cultivators are probably no different from ants in his eyes."

Fang Yuan clenched his fist, and his crimson primordial spirit trembled slightly.

"Ants?"

"One day, I will stand before him and show him that even an ant can swallow the sky!"

The old man of inner demons saw through his thoughts and shook his head, saying:

"You want to challenge him? Difficult, extremely difficult, unless... you can achieve the Chaos Body through innate talent, then there might be a sliver of a chance, but the Chaos Body is extremely rare throughout the ages, even if you plunder countless sources, you might not be able to achieve it."

"It's all about human effort," Fang Yuan said confidently. "If he can do it, so can I."

"Good ambition." The old demon laughed, his remnant soul gradually dimming. "If you can really do it... then these heavens will truly be interesting."

He glanced at Fang Yuan one last time.

"Do it. To die at the hands of someone like you is no injustice to me."

The crimson primordial spirit opened its mouth and inhaled.

The sea of ​​blood surged, completely devouring and refining the remnant soul of the old demon.

Upon realizing he was overseas, Fang Yuan's body trembled violently, and his aura surged upwards!

The severely injured body is repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He opened his eyes, his pupils swirling with crimson light, and the demonic energy around him grew increasingly solid.

The ancient jade shattered with a crack, turning into powder that scattered in the air.

Fang Yuan stood up and stretched his limbs, which cracked as he did so.

"The Old Man of Inner Demons... The Chaos Emperor..."

He gazed toward the Ziwei Star Region, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Just wait, on the day I attain enlightenment, I will let all the heavens know that even demons can reign supreme!"

He turned and disappeared into the depths of the desolate mountains.

Five hundred years later.

Fang Yuan is already a quasi-emperor.

He changed his appearance, adjusted his aura, and even changed the cultivation method he practiced to a seemingly righteous "Nine Yang Divine Skill".

Fang Yuan has now changed his name to Yang Zhao, a rogue cultivator from a remote star field with good talent but a clean background.

He made several friends under the stars; these were friends he deliberately chose to befriend.

Liu Feng possesses the Xuan Yang King Physique, has a forthright personality, and is exceptionally talented. He is one of the most outstanding geniuses of this era. Although his physique is not top-notch, his talent and comprehension are extraordinary.

Many people consider him to possess the potential to become an emperor, and he is one of the most promising geniuses of this era to attain enlightenment.

Lin Qingyue, with the Star Moon Divine Body, is as aloof as the moon, yet she is exceptionally gentle towards Fang Yuan's incarnation.

Auf, a berserker, is honest and straightforward.

Su Wan'er, a celestial spirit, is lively and loves to laugh.

The five of them ventured through several perilous places together, saved each other's lives, and gradually became inseparable friends.

Everyone could see that Lin Qingyue liked Yang Zhao. She would brew tea for him, take care of him silently when he was injured, and quietly stay by his side when he was cultivating.

The way she looked at him was different; there was a light in her eyes.

Fang Yuan was also very good to her. He was gentle and considerate, and would shield her in times of danger. He would remember what she liked and disliked.

But in his heart, there was always a cold indifference.

"What a lovely girl...what a pity!"

At this moment, the five people are sitting in a dilapidated palace, drinking and chatting around a campfire.