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

In the human realm, countless cultivators trembled with excitement upon hearing this news.

Some people have already started packing their bags, some are calling on friends and companions, and some are immediately looking up the best route to Ziwei Star, preparing to buy tickets and set off.

Yes, you need to buy tickets. After many years of development, transportation is now convenient throughout the universe. There are too many teleportation arrays to mention.

Besides the teleportation array, there are also various flying tools that traverse the void. It only takes one hour to travel from Beidou to Ziwei, which is very fast.

Crafted by the Heavenly Ministry of Works, and produced by the Heavenly Court, it is guaranteed to be a masterpiece.

Jiang Hao's development strategy has never been limited to improving the cultivation environment; it's about comprehensive development.

"The Supreme Emperor's Holy Grace!"

"Thank you, Great Emperor Wuji!"

Voices of gratitude rose and fell, from the desolate little star on the edge of the human realm to the twelfth heaven of the immortal realm, from the myriad worlds city of the Great Luo Heaven to every corner of the ancient road.

Hope ignited in the eyes of the young people who had just embarked on the path of cultivation, the old cultivators who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for many years, and the rogue cultivators who considered themselves to have mediocre talents and had never been taken seriously by the strong.

Deep within the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Lord Taixu stood atop the Daotian Palace with his hands behind his back, gazing towards the Human Realm.

"The Chaos Body has attained the Dao, truly remarkable."

The corners of Taixu Immortal Lord's mouth curled up slightly: "Choosing to preach on Ziwei Star, addressing all beings in the Three Realms, regardless of realm or background, this Wang Bo has vision and is somewhat like Fellow Daoist Jiang."

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Time quickly came to the day of the sermon, the Purple Star, the pulpit.

Wang Bo sat upright on the high platform, his chaotic energy receding, his aura as peaceful as that of an ordinary person.

The audience below was packed with cultivators, ranging from those at the Sea of ​​Wheels to Quasi-Emperors, from humans to demons; all beings from the Three Realms had gathered here.

Wang Bo preached for a year, explaining profound concepts in simple terms, from cultivation in the sea of ​​suffering to the enlightenment of a quasi-emperor, with every sentence hitting the nail on the head.

Some broke through on the spot, some broke through years of bottlenecks, some wept bitterly, and some laughed uncontrollably.

A year later, the crowd bowed and lingered, unwilling to disperse.

After the sermon ended, Wang Bo did not leave Ziwei Star.

He built a Taoist palace on a sacred mountain on the former star of the Heavenly Emperor. It was not large, with three courtyards, blue bricks and gray tiles, and two pine trees planted in front of the gate.

He had no intention of establishing a sect or taking on disciples to spread his teachings; he simply built a residence and then began his seclusion.

Time flows like water; a thousand years pass in the blink of an eye.

Over the past thousand years, the Three Realms have become increasingly prosperous.

Human beings are filled with geniuses, the twelve heavens of the immortal realm are shrouded in immortal light, and the incense of the Great Luo Heaven is flourishing.

More and more Supreme Beings have learned how to salvage shattered worlds from the chaotic void.

Some traveled in groups of several, looking out for each other.

After all, the chaotic void is treacherous and unpredictable, and those who seek enlightenment cannot be careless.

Some supreme beings, however, are solitary and choose to act alone, venturing into the Chaos Sea by themselves, where they may remain for hundreds of years.

Fragments of the world were dragged back to the edge of the Three Realms and merged into the greater universe, and the territory of the Three Realms slowly expanded.

All beings live in their own way, and prosperity abounds.

A thousand years later, Wang Bo emerged from the pass.

At the same time, in the back mountain of Wudi City, Lin Dong also opened his eyes.

Perhaps it was fate, but the two looked up almost simultaneously, their gazes piercing through the endless starry sky and colliding in the void. Neither spoke, but they rose at the same time and strode towards the edge of the universe.

Deep in the desolate frontier, chaos surged, and desolate fragments of stars floated in the void. There was nothing else but the most primordial chaotic energy.

Wang Bo and Lin Dong stood still, thousands of miles apart.

Ten thousand miles is an insurmountable distance for ordinary people, but for the two of them, it was no different from being face to face.

Wang Bo clasped his hands in greeting: "Brother Lin, I've long admired you."

Lin Dong clasped his hands in return, saying, "Brother Wang, congratulations on attaining enlightenment."

The two had never spoken directly before, but they had both heard of each other's reputation.

Lin Dong looked at the figure shrouded in chaotic energy opposite him and sighed inwardly.

"The Chaos Entity is truly monstrous."

He couldn't even imagine that he could attain enlightenment if Heaven had a master.

Wang Bo glanced at Lin Dong and suddenly smiled: "Brother Lin, how about a friendly spar?"

Lin Dong paused for a moment, then smiled. From the very first moment their eyes met, this thought had simultaneously surfaced. They had come to the Chaotic Void precisely for this purpose.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

No sooner had they finished speaking than the two attacked simultaneously.

On the edge of the universe, chaos exploded. Two imperial powers collided, stirring up the boundless chaotic sea, and countless fragments of stars turned to dust in the aftershocks.

A terrifying aura surged towards the Three Realms like a tidal wave. The starry sky of the human realm trembled, the celestial light of the twelve heavens of the immortal realm swayed, and the sea of ​​clouds in the Great Luo Heaven surged.

Countless people looked up, their divine senses probing the direction of the borderlands, their faces filled with horror.

"An imperial war? Someone's waging an imperial war!"

"Who are they? Two emperors fighting?"

"Emperor Wu and Emperor Wuji! It's them!"

"Why did they start fighting? They had no grudge against each other."

"It's probably just friendly competition. At their level, it's not easy to find a worthy opponent."

All beings in the three realms look up to them.

The cultivators of the human realm stood on ancient roads, city walls, and mountain peaks, their gazes piercing through the endless starry sky. They could only see chaos surging in the direction of the borderlands, where two powerful beams of light from the Great Dao intertwined and collided, like two supreme gods clashing.

Apart from the quasi-emperors and supreme-level experts, no one could see the specific movements clearly; the two figures were moving at an extreme speed.

They traverse, collide, and separate in the chaos, each impact creating a destructive ripple that tears the surrounding void into pieces.

All that could be heard was a deafening roar, one after another, like thunder exploding in one's ears, making one's scalp tingle.

"This is terrifying... Is this what an Imperial War is like? So powerful!"

"Both of these Great Emperors are incredibly strong, stronger than ordinary Great Emperors, right? I just wonder, between the Martial Emperor and the Limitless Emperor, who is truly stronger?"

"I can't see anything, I can't see anything at all."

Three days and three nights later, the chaotic energy gradually subsided, and the two figures disappeared at the same time.

The borderlands returned to calm, leaving only a shattered void and floating fragments of chaos.

No one knows the outcome; no one has seen the result.

Only the roar that lasted for three days and three nights remained in everyone's memory.

"Who won? Did you see who had the upper hand?"

"We can't even see a shadow of a person, so how can we expect to gain the upper hand?"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"It must be the Wuji Emperor! The Wuji Emperor possesses a Chaos Body, and he attained enlightenment under the rule of Heaven's Will, so his strength is definitely greater!"

"Not necessarily. Emperor Wu attained enlightenment first, so he might not necessarily lose."

"It's a draw, isn't it? Both are outstanding figures of our time; how can a winner be determined so easily?"

How do you know it's a tie? Did you see it?

"You saw it?"

The argument dragged on, and neither side could convince the other.

No one knows the outcome; the difference between emperors is beyond the comprehension of ants.

It's like two elephants fighting; the ant can only feel the earthquake, but can't tell which one is heavier.

In Wang Bo's Taoist palace on the Purple Star.

The two sat facing each other, with a stone table between them and a teapot steaming on the table.

"I have lost. Brother Wang is indeed powerful, and his Chaos Body is truly unparalleled. Even if I had achieved Dao first, I would still be no match for Brother Wang."

Lin Dong spoke calmly, without resentment or frustration.

After more than a thousand years of seclusion, he comprehended the will of Heaven, sorted out his own mind, and his spirit and energy were at their peak.

Even in this state, they still lost.

This is a difference in hard power, and Lin Dong naturally accepts it.

The two became friends after their initial encounter, and they agreed to meet at Wang Bo's Taoist temple.