History's Number 1 Founder

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

From the ball of light above Wang Lin's head, a human figure grew clearer and clearer and slowly materialized. It was like a real person.

When the person stepped out from the ball of light, the Emperor of the Dead looked at him and his face turned black instantly. A rare expression of rage crossed his normally calm face.

The person before him looked battered and withered. He wore brown robes made from coarse material and yet, he had an arrogant and fearless expression on his face. It was as if he had traveled from the past and returned to the human world.

The Emperor of the Dead exhaled each word slowly, "Wen! Chi! Yang!"

While he knew that it was not the real Wen Chiyang, but something formed from Wang Lin's spell, the Emperor of the Dead's heart still trembled.

After so many years, the Emperor of the Dead was the most ancient top cultivator of today. He had seen many waves and momentous events.

He had seen many powerful enemies, many of whom could defeat him just like Lin Feng.

However, in the depth of his heart, the Emperor of the Dead knew that the enemy he had to fear the most was still Wen Chiyang, whose prowess overshadowed three other emperors.

While others did not know, the Emperor of the Dead knew clearly that Wen Chiyang not only overshadowed three emperors, but four, including he himself.

When Wen Chiyang dominated the Divine Lands, the Emperor of the Dead, then known as the Xuan Dou Holy Man, was already more powerful than the incumbent human emperor, Emperor Xia.

However, faced with Wen Chiyang, as well as the other powerful Great Void Sect cultivators that followed such as Yan Xinghe, the Emperor of the Dead chose to keep a low profile.

It was only after he heard that Wen Chiyang battled against the Emperor of Extremity, Shenyuan, and disappeared from the Greater World that made the Emperor of the Dead take a more active role in the Divine Lands, gradually replacing Emperor Xia.

In all those years, the Emperor of the Dead waited patiently. However, this experience no doubt left a deep impression on him.

Wen Chiyang was the one person he feared the most.

Even after he disappeared from his fight with the Emperor of Extremity, the Emperor of the Dead continued to try and obtain information about him.

This was why the descendants of the Emperor of the Dead researched so much into Wen Chiyang.

The Emperor of the Dead, who personally witnessed the end of Wen Chiyang, knew that the figure before him was not the real one.

He was extremely powerful and knew that Wang Lin knew the Ancient Satanic Heart Curse, the most powerful attack of the Ancient Satanic Sect. It was mysterious and ever-changing. After thinking about it for a while, he finally realized what had happened. "You managed to obtain some of my thoughts and emotions, turning illusion into reality, right?"

The Emperor of the Dead's face turned icy-cold. "In it, I can sense some of Sikong You's Curse of the Fear-Consuming Ghost. You gained much from his death."

When he saw that ball of light, the Emperor of the Dead sensed its mystic nature at the first possible moment. However, he never expected it to be so mystical.

Wang Lin's powers stemmed from the Heavenly Classic of the Way's Virtue. He combined it with Ancient Awakened Heart Demon Print and the Ancient Satanic Heart Curse to draw the deepest far from the Emperor of the Dead's heart, which then materialized here.

The mysterious and powerful nature of it was known to the Emperor of the Dead. He firmly maintained that the Wen Chiyang before him was not the real one. However, as long as his fear and apprehension of him remained real, then it would naturally manifest into this reality.

For different people, they feared different things. However, using this attack on the Emperor of the Dead amplified its effect.

In his memory, the person he feared the most was Wen Chiyang!

Wen Chiyang, who was formed from Wang Lin's spell, was naturally not the real one. However, to the Emperor of the Dead, his mere shape was enough to send shivers down his spine.

Even if he could defeat this 'fake' opponent of his, his fears may not be alleviated.

To the Emperor of the Dead, he had no choice but to engage.

As for Wang Lin, who managed to draw the deepest fear from his heart and humiliated him, the Emperor of the Dead was understandably enraged beyond words.

However, he had experienced hundreds of battles. He forced himself to calm down.

Before the War of the Two Worlds, he was able to obtain news that Wen Chiyang had died in the spirit Sea, allaying much of his fear. If not, the results today would have been worse.

The Emperor of the Dead calmed himself. He targeted the source of the illusion as he tried to undo Wang Lin's Ancient Awakened Demon Heart Print.

At the same time, white light flashed from his hand. Black gas circled his other hand and he placed them both before his chest. Together, they resembled the cycle of life and death.

As the humongous wheel spun, it formed an odd shape. Not only was it limited to life and death, but its foundation stemmed from it. It directed the many other Dao principles to tremble along with it.

Illusion and reality both shook. Wen Chiyang's form, which was becoming more and more solid, started to turn illusory once more. He started to retreat back into the ball of light above Wang Lin's head.

When Wang Lin saw what was going on, the Taiji Diagram at the center of his forehead started to spin. In the sky, five figures appeared. Together with Wang Lin himself, the six of them surrounded the Emperor of the Dead.

They were the manifestations of Wang Lin's Road to the River Styx, the Wangchuan River, the Narakade Bridge, the Yama Imperial Pavilion and then Three Life Stone.

At this moment, Wang Lin continued attacking with his Ancient Awakened Demon Heart Print. His five other forms performed the same action. While they appeared distorted and even slightly calm, it was still extremely unsettling.

Rays of black gas and rays of golden light started to appear. In the sky, they formed a world that contained both diametrically opposite elements but still managed to fuse together. Together, it was able to envelop the Emperor of the Dead.

Unlike the Nine Nether River Styx World, half of this world was pitch-black while the other half was clear and bright.

Hundreds of thousands of demons screamed and roared, a sound which was enough to make ordinary mortals go crazy. Faced opposite them, there were many compassionate and pure Buddhas who recited the sutra non-stop. Their clear chanting was extremely pleasant to the ear.

The two sides were evidently distinct from each other, but they resided in the same world, a world where demons and Buddhas could co-exist.

This world was like one formed from demonic aura and Buddhist light. As it spun slowly, one could tell that the two elements opposed each other, yet still came together in perfect harmony.

Before the Emperor of the Dead, a tall and skinny figure appeared. It was able to capture the essence of glory and withering. Its figure alternated between emaciation and contentment.

It was a giant with 2000 arms. Half of its body was pitch-black and the other half was as clear as marble. It had two heads and a majestic, regal appearance. It brimmed with intelligence, but it was also deathly violent and cruel. In the center of its forehead, there was crack brimmed with a fearsome red light.

Near its Buddha head, it had a single eye in the center of each palm. The eye was merciful and compassionate, capable of seeing through the karmic links of everything in the world. Near its demon head, every one of its arms had a single eye too. That eye, however, was violent, cruel and demonic.

Its eyes and hands all looked straight at the Emperor of the Dead, causing his heart to tremble. He could barely hold himself together.

The Emperor of the Dead grunted and looked at it carefully. He realized that the demarcation between the illusory and real parts of the world slowly blurring. As the sky changed, the power of Wang Lin's Ancient Awakened Demon Heart Print became more and more coherent. In the ball of light above his head, Wen Chiyang's figure became clearer once more.

What shocked the Emperor of the Dead was the fact that another figure was appearing above Wang Lin's head.

There was a figure in that ball of light too, which became clearer and clearer.

When he saw who it was, the Emperor of the Dead felt that something was amiss.

That person wore long, flowing purple robes. His long hair hung loose and he wore an odd smile on his face. Wasn't it Lin Feng?

The Emperor of the Dead sighed. His face turned dark and his heart burned with rage. He wished to cast Wang Lin into the world of the dead forever.

However, just as this violent though crossed his mind, the Emperor of the Dead became wary. He suddenly realized that his control over his emotions had weakened and it was a lot easier to agitate him. His mental state, which he tried to keep under control most of the time, became more and more tumultuous.

The fact that Wen Chiyang's figure became clearer, and that Lin Feng appeared as well, was a testament to the Emperor of the Dead's unstable mental state.

He lifted his head suddenly and noticed that the eyes of Wang Lin and his many forms started to shine with an odd light. As the light flashed, he felt fear running down his spine.

While this was the first time the Emperor of the Dead experienced Wang Lin's Two Elements Heart Curse, its silent but deadly and mysterious nature was enough to let him experience its full potential.

The Ancient Awakened Demon Heart Print, the Two Elements Heart Curse, the Bodhi and Demon Heart Imprint… Wang Lin started to use his many spells together. They were all powerful and mysterious. Among the many opponents the Emperor of the Dead had fought, few rivaled Wang Lin.

If not for his strong mind, his many experiences, and his shocking powers and alertness, he may have made many more mishaps so far.

"How serious is my injury by Lin Feng? It cannot fully heal and now, I can't keep calm while I fight him. If not, will it be so hard to break his curse with my strength?"

The Emperor of the Dead shook his head. Wen Chiyang was almost out of the light ball and Lin Feng's figure was becoming ever clearer. He knew that he could delay no more as he slammed his palms together.

From his body, rays of light flew out. They appeared neither black nor white but looked like a mixture of both.

The Emperor of the Dead slammed his palms together and then, slowly separated them. He extended his two arms.

Two huge black sacrificial altars appeared on both sides of the Emperor of the Dead's body.

The Life and Death Nether Dao Fruit was cast into both Netherworld Spiritual Altars. Then, the sacrifice began. The huge black altar was shattered and then, turned into rays of light.

"Before me, all shall be silent. After me, all shall be dead."

Black light immediately obscured the sun in the sky, preventing Wang Lin from casting his spell any more. This caused both Wen Chiyang and Lin Feng to slow.

Rays of black light started to fly in all four directions, turning the entire world into a scene of death.

Even Wang Lin's demon world that he had formed approached death.

In it, demons were destroyed and Buddhas started to crumble apart. A powerful existence appeared to be slowly approaching its end.

The Emperor of the Dead flipped open his hand and a torn, ancient book appeared. It was split apart from the center and barely connected. It looked extremely torn and broken.

However, as he pointed to it, the book suddenly gave off an immense amount of light.