Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 633 Ascending to the Heavenly Arena: I, the Heavenly Emperor, will slay all enemies!

As the mummified corpse appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and everyone tensed up, holding their breath.

Even Ao Ming, the dragon ancestor who resided on the Heavenly Ladder, was captivated, and said in a deep voice, "You are indeed not dead!"

"This life is finally over."

The words of the barefoot boy in black rippled across the heavens and earth.

[Tian Jingxu knew that this mummified corpse came from Jingxin Temple, and was the remains of the Heavenly Emperor, who was enshrined there for eternity.]

At this moment, the ladders to heaven in the north and west have already been climbed by others.

Although the remaining people could still continue climbing, none dared to easily step onto that towering staircase.

Two figures ascended the steps one after another, gradually climbing higher.

Ao Ming's gaze suddenly swept across the area below, finally settling on the person beside you, looking at the black-haired, naked Zi Shan Jun, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He then focused his attention, no longer distracted, and concentrated on walking the path to the heavens.

The crimson flames flickering in the mummified corpse's eye sockets remained firmly fixed on the illusory cauldron at the top of the ladder to heaven; single-mindedly, it silently climbed upwards.

Everyone now realized that both the western and northern ascension platforms had been occupied. Climbing them would mean facing the two beings on those platforms head-on.

Only two of the Heavenly Ladders remain!

However, those present hesitated to act, exchanging glances with unwavering doubt and weighing of options.

The gazes of Tian Jingxu, Xu Wuji, Yue Yunqing, and the others all quietly fell upon the three of you at that moment—

[Of those here, only the three of you are qualified to continue ascending the Heavenly Ladder, yet you have remained silent.]

[At this moment, the image of the woman in white lingers in your mind. With her unfathomable supernatural powers and destiny, where exactly is she now?]

[Danling suddenly looked at a spot within Mount Dengtian, "It seems that even in this age of declining Dharma, there are still exceptionally talented individuals."]

"They've managed to... lie dormant here until now."

Before the words were even finished, you looked towards the mountains and saw a palace suddenly collapse, sending rubble flying everywhere!

A streak of cyan, a ray of starlight, a flash of blood, a dragon's shadow.

[Appearing one after another!]

Everyone was astonished, "What is this?"

[Your eyes, gleaming with a jade-like light, have clearly identified all four figures, seemingly as expected.]

These four individuals were none other than the three supreme grandmasters of the human race who had been trapped in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, and the dragon shadow was none other than Ao Qing, the Dragon King of the West Sea.

The four figures appeared and, almost without hesitation, headed straight for the Heavenly Ladder in the east, seizing control of one side.

As everyone gradually came to see the four figures clearly, they were all shaken and their expressions turned solemn.

Surrounded by starlight, stood an old man draped in starlight, his eyes indifferent and calm. He was none other than the Sect Master of the Outer Path Fate Star Sect, the Celestial Being.

The azure light gradually faded, and a tall, handsome young man stepped out. His face was ordinary, but his eyes held a sharp, unapproachable glint in their gaze.

This person is the foremost figure of the righteous path, the Nine Yang Immortal.

[As the dragon's shadow surged, it let out a deafening roar, then transformed into a beautiful woman in green, wearing a crystal and amethyst crown, with deep features and a hint of compassion in her eyes—it was Ao Qing, the Dragon King of the West Sea.]

Your gaze finally settled on the person at the very edge.

He slowly emerged from the blood-red light, his figure slender, dressed in an ancient-style long robe with a brocade overlay. His skin was fair, his temples slightly streaked with gray, and his face was plain, except for a pair of slightly curved almond-shaped eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, as if they were forever half-closed.

The person before you is almost identical to the Demon Lord of the Common People you saw in the State of Chen.

[But I wonder if everything that the avatar experienced outside the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury could be known to its true form?]

[You know in your heart that this Demon Lord of All Living Beings intentionally severed a part of his own corpse as a means of preserving his life.]

As the four appeared, the disciples who had entered the treasure vault all showed expressions of excitement and reverence.

The three supreme grandmasters of the human race are undoubtedly the strongest beings in this realm.

Disciples of the three religions, upon seeing him, all revered him as a deity.

The four appeared at this moment, showing no signs of fatigue or even significant physical exhaustion.

On the contrary, they were radiant, looking as if they had been waiting for a long time and were ready to go.

So, is the rumor that the three supreme grandmasters were trapped in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury true or false?

The three Ant Masters also looked surprised, not expecting the celestial beings to suddenly appear at this moment.

What's even more chilling is that although the four only displayed the Dragon Court realm, their auras remained unfathomably deep, like the sea and the abyss.

[Master Duobao had once fought with that foremost heretic, the Celestial Being, and knew that if the other party truly wanted to kill him, it probably wouldn't take much effort.]

After all, the difference between a supreme grandmaster who has survived the Second Nine Heavenly Tribulation and one who has survived the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation, though seemingly only one tribulation, is actually far greater than the difference between a Great Dao Golden Core cultivator and a Dragon Court cultivator.

The highest level of cultivation in this realm is the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao, which is also the ultimate limit set by the Heavenly Dao.

Whether one survives the First Nine Heavenly Tribulation or the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation, fundamentally, they still belong to the same major realm.

However, the supreme grandmasters are entirely different—they have personally experienced the state of "union with the Dao," embarking on a path that encompasses heaven and earth through their own Dao.

[If not for the limitations imposed by this world, his cultivation would have long since transcended the shackles of the Great Dao Golden Core stage.]

This is precisely why it is called "Supreme".

[Master Duobao knew in his heart that even if he, Master Yi, and Lady Qingshan joined forces, they would still find it extremely difficult to contend with a supreme grandmaster.]

[It could be said that this realm is the true pinnacle beneath the heavenly laws and spiritual energy of this world.]

These three supreme grandmasters represent the pinnacle of this realm's lineage, each possessing unparalleled cultivation and profound skills.

The three supreme grandmasters, along with Ao Qing, the Dragon King of the West Sea, stood together on the Eastern Heavenly Ladder, their auras intertwined, as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain.

The old man, shrouded in starlight, a celestial being, scanned his surroundings but saw few disciples of the Destiny Star Sect, especially none of the sect's top disciples. A slight glint appeared in his eyes.

[The Nine Yang Immortal appeared to be a young man, but his eyes, which held divine intent, were fixed on the illusory cauldron at the top of the Heavenly Ladder, seemingly indifferent to his surroundings.]

The Demon Lord of All Living Beings stood with his hands behind his back, his posture calm and composed as he leisurely surveyed the crowd. His gaze swept over a young man in blue below, paused slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

[The three supreme grandmasters of the human race, each with a distinct appearance, appeared as if they were old, middle-aged, and young at the same time.]

Only Ao Qing, the Dragon King of the West Sea, wearing a purple crystal crown, looked with his golden dragon eyes at the black-haired, barefoot youth on the Heavenly Ladder to the north, and bowed slightly to him.

[Zishan Jun looked at the four people, including Jiuyang Zhenren, who had appeared, and frowned slightly: "They have cultivated the Four Formful Divine Treasures to an extremely profound level."]

Ao Ming's gaze swept over Master Jiuyang and the others, his face remaining expressionless.

The mummified corpse remained unmoved, its crimson eyes fixed on the illusory cauldron atop it, which had begun to slowly rotate.

You turned your gaze away from the four people, realizing that yet another ascension platform had been occupied, leaving only the one in the south.

Within the entire Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, the reflections of the four Ascension Platforms intertwined and shimmered, creating a dreamlike and ethereal scene.

[Dan Ling spoke up at the opportune moment: "Lord Zishan, Fellow Daoist Zhou, it's time."]

Without hesitation, you nodded in agreement.

[Zishan Jun smiled nonchalantly: "Those of equal cultivation level, let's see who in this world can attain the Dao."]

[The three of you moved swiftly, landing simultaneously on the southern ascension platform.] [Although True Immortal Ant had anticipated this, seeing your resolute ascent, a complex emotion still flickered in his eyes as his gaze swept over your retreating figures.]

[The corpse of the Heavenly Emperor, the distant ancestor of the Dragon Clan, three supreme grandmasters, and a Dragon King.]

Of all those present, who could possibly contend with such a being?

[The Ant Master let out a long sigh. Having been suppressed beneath Fangcun Mountain for over a thousand years, the fighting spirit within him had long since been worn away. But seeing your resolute determination today, and remembering his own dignified body as a pure-blooded Heavenly Horned Purple-Gold Ant…]

Ascend the heavenly path, and sing as you go!

How could he not be captivated?

[Ant Master took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and flicked his sleeve, only to feel it being tightly pulled.]

[Duobao Zhenren's anxious voice came through: "Old Ant, are you out of your mind?!"]

"This is a murky place... how could we possibly afford to mess with you? Are you trying to drag me and Lady Green Mountain down with you to our deaths?!"

[The Ant Immortal was suddenly startled, then instantly realized that this journey to ascend the Heavenly Ladder was a certain death!]

"Alright, alright, Duobao, stop leaning against me."

"I, Old Ant, am not that confused."

Master Duobao sighed softly. Which cultivator doesn't yearn for the view from the mountaintop? How could the words "ascension" not haunt the soul of Wushuang Youzhi, ultimately culminating in just one phrase?

"We...were not even qualified to participate."

The Green Mountain Goddess gazed at the figures on the four ascension platforms and murmured, "I wonder... who will emerge victorious this time?"

Disciples from all sects looked up, holding their breath and focusing their attention.

From the moment the three supreme grandmasters appeared, this struggle became something they could no longer be involved in.

The Crown Prince of the East Sea, who had been following Ao Ming up the Ascension Platform, wisely stepped down.

Sun Miao of Fangcun Mountain looked at you as you ascended the Ascension Platform with a complex and indescribable expression.

That place is reserved for the most powerful and unparalleled grandmasters who stand at the pinnacle of their time!

Qi Ling, Yue Yunqing, Lu Beiyou, and the others watched you from afar, exchanging silent glances, their eyes filled with both admiration and worry.

Zhou Jing has long since left their generation far behind.

However, Cao An of Ziyang Academy and Gu Yu of Daoling Sect wore expressions of disdain.

They acknowledged that Zhou Jing was indeed extraordinary, but to compare him to figures like the Nine Yang Immortal, the Celestial Being, the Demon Lord of All Beings, or even Ao Ming and the legendary Heavenly Emperor…

[Zhou Jing, Zhou Jing, aren't you courting death!]

Feng Qingyun shared the same thought. He had to admit that Zhou Jing was far more outstanding than Xu Wuji and Tianjingxu, and could be considered the number one among his generation.

[The Ascension Platform and the Path to Heaven... those are realms beyond Zhou Jing's reach.]

[The instant you, Danling, and Zishanjun occupied the Ascension Platform, the entire Heavenly Emperor's Treasury trembled violently once more!]

[The majestic Mount Dengtian suddenly burst forth with divine light, and the four stairways to heaven began to slowly converge—]

[The radiant glow of the sunset converged and intertwined between the four celestial ladders, forming a colossal arena stretching across the void!]

The previously illusory cauldron suddenly solidified, accompanied by a thunderous "clang—"

[He crashed heavily into the center of the ring!]

The treasures that were originally suspended atop the four Heavenly Ladders, enveloped in dazzling light, all transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the cauldron.

The edges of the arena slowly closed, and the steps below vanished inch by inch, leaving no one able to ascend.

The arena has been set; the battle for ascension begins here!

The mummified corpse stepped onto the arena first, its crimson gaze fixed on the central cauldron.

Ao Ming and Master Jiuyang also took to the stage, their auras imposing.

The three of you finally set foot on this final destination, each occupying a separate place, facing off against the various factions from afar.

Your gaze slowly falls upon the large cauldron in the center of the arena, within which four treasures gleam with divine light.

You vaguely guessed that one of the items should be the Primordial Breath Soil, but the origins of the other three remained unpredictable and difficult to fathom.

At this moment, no one on the arena made any rash moves; they all silently observed each other.

Or rather, everyone's gaze was, seemingly unnoticed, fixed on the mummified corpse.

[This includes ancient beings such as Ao Ming, Zi Shan Jun, and Dan Ling.]

Even contemporary masters like Master Jiuyang and Celestial Being harbored a certain degree of unspoken apprehension and awe when faced with the name "Heavenly Emperor."

[The ancient Heavenly Emperor who commanded all races, even this Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Vault was created by Him!]

The black-haired, barefoot boy looked at the desiccated corpse to the north and coldly said, "I never imagined... you would live such a cowardly life."

The mummified corpse slowly twisted its neck, crimson flames flickering faintly in its empty eye sockets, as it looked at Ao Ming.

[Zishan Jun's voice was deep, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Heavenly Emperor, you have deceived me...so cruelly."]

"It's time to pay for everything."

The mummified corpse stiffly turned its head, its exposed jaws opening and closing slightly, but without making a sound.

"Father...do you still recognize your child?"

Dan Ling stepped forward, his aura surging, "The blood feud of the Yellow Springs Clan will be avenged by me today!"

Flames flickered in the mummified corpse's eye sockets. It slowly raised its hand towards Danling, but then froze in mid-air before finally lowering it.

The crowd seemed unsurprised by Zishan Jun and Danling's words, as if they had expected them.

Just then, a voice from the heavens came from the starlight:

"If that's the case...why don't you all join forces and kill the Heavenly Emperor first?"

The Demon Lord of All Living Beings laughed and said, "Excellent!"

No one objected; from the moment the ladder to heaven closed, everyone harbored their own thoughts.

[In fact, a kind of unspoken understanding had already been formed.]

[The Heavenly Emperor is ultimately the strongest being here; in this game of chess, the most dangerous piece should naturally be eliminated first.]

【Then the first step is to kill the Heavenly Emperor!】

The mummified corpse seemed to hear something; its jaw opened and closed slightly, but it still couldn't utter a sound.

[After a moment, a hoarse sound resounded from its belly—]

The voice was like a thousand-year-old, decaying door being forcibly pushed open; every word seemed to tear through the silence.

"I am... the Heavenly Emperor!"

"When all enemies in the world are annihilated!"

(End of this chapter)