The Legend of Futian

The members of Ziwei Imperial Palace did not leave. They were still waiting for Ye Futian.

If Ye Futian did not return, how could they leave?

They raised their heads and stared at the heavens. All of them had ugly expressions.

"It will be fine," Little Condor said to the crowd in a low voice. He put away the Karura imperial corpse. Only he knew Ye Futian's current condition.

The crowd looked at Little Condor. Their hearts were put at ease. Since Little Condor said it would be fine, it would naturally be fine. Yet, why hadn't Ye Futian returned?

"All of you just wait," Condor Sama said mysteriously. His expression looked somewhat despicable. This caused the crowd to be even more curious. What exactly had happened?

Xi Chiyao also returned. The members of the West Imperial Palace gathered together. Her beautiful gaze turned to the sky. Her expression was pale, overflowing with an intense look of concern.

Ye Futian had yet to return. Could it be that he was in trouble?

"Palace Lord, we should retreat," said the cultivators of the West Imperial Palace as they gathered around Xi Chiyao. Now, the pressure in the heavens above was still terrifying. Mahoraga gave them a chance to retreat. They should naturally do so with haste; otherwise, if Mahoraga changed his mind, their lives would end here today.

"All of you, retreat first," Xi Chiyao said to the crowd. She wanted the other cultivators of the West Imperial Palace to leave.

"Palace Lord," the original West Imperial Palace Lord called out to Xi Chiyao. He looked at her and advised, "We should go."

"All of you, retreat immediately," ordered Xi Chiyao. She had no intention of leaving. The members of Ziwei Imperial Palace also remained here.

The expressions of the cultivators of the West Imperial Palace were unpleasant. Xi Chiyao was the hope of the West Imperial Palace.

The original West Imperial Palace Lord seemed to understand something. After all, for a Proud Daughter of Heaven like Xi Chiyao, very few people could catch her eye. Ye Futian was undoubtedly one of those people.

The cultivators here quickly retreated, leaving only the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace and the West Imperial Palace. Ye Futian, who controlled the will of Mahoraga now, naturally saw all this. Everything below was within his sight.

"All of you, get inside," a voice rang in the ears of the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace and the West Imperial Palace. Everyone was stunned.

"Let's go," said Little Condor as he led the way. He followed the route from where they came and headed towards the core region of House Mahoraga. There were still many relics of the Great Emperors waiting to be uncovered.

The members of Ziwei Imperial Palace followed behind. They did not understand what was going on.

Could it be...

"You all should also come along," Little Condor said to Xi Chiyao and the others. Xi Chiyao revealed a strange look and asked, "How is Palace Lord Ye?"

"You will know once you come along," said Little Condor. He did not elaborate further and continued ahead. The cultivators of the West Imperial Palace had various expressions as they looked at each other. They then saw Xi Chiyao following the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace and advancing.

Was the voice just now directed at them?

Had Mahoraga spoken to them?

When Xi Chiyao saw the reactions of the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace, she knew that Ye Futian was fine. Otherwise, the former would not be so calm, especially that demonic beast mount of Ye Futian. It was proud and arrogant, like a general returning from war. There was not a hint of sadness from it.

She looked up into the sky. She thought of a possibility. Her beautiful eyes revealed a strange look. It couldn't have happened, could it?

Not long after, they returned to the place where the relic was. In the skies above, the terrifying will gradually dissipated. The gigantic silhouette of Mahoraga also disappeared without a trace, seemingly dissolving into the void. Then, the crowd looked up and saw a figure descending from the heavens, which slowly floated down. It was Ye Futian.

This...

The crowd felt their hearts throbbing intensely. After the will of Mahoraga disappeared, Ye Futian had returned. Could it be that their guesses were accurate?

"What is going on?" asked Lord Chen. He looked at Ye Futian in anticipation. If it were as he had speculated, then Ziwei Imperial Palace would have complete control over this region and occupy the relics of Great Emperors here.

This place had many relics of Great Emperors, not just one.

These relics of the Great Emperors contained the wills of the Great Emperors. They had once worked together to seal off the will of Mahoraga.

"In the future, this region will be the base of Ziwei Imperial Palace on this ancient continent," Ye Futian declared. Although he did not state it outright, the results were already obvious. The crowd could definitely figure it out.

The cultivators of the West Imperial Palace were also extremely astonished. Did Ye Futian now control the will of Mahoraga?

This Proud Son of Heaven had always displayed such shocking talent. Now, he stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Even after coming to the relics of the gods, he still performed so exceptionally. Mahoraga wanted to consume everything in this land but was controlled by Ye Futian instead.

How did the latter manage to pull off this feat?

This meant that without Ye Futian's permission, others would be unable to come here.

The cultivators of the West Imperial Palace understood that Xi Chiyao's choice was the right one. They had this opportunity because they followed Ye Futian. As expected, Ye Futian now controlled the territories of House Mahoraga, one of the Eight Legions. All the relics here belonged to them.

Since Ye Futian allowed them to stay, they could cultivate here with the members of Ziwei Imperial Palace.

"We can connect the Ziwei Segmentum with this place. In the future, the cultivators of the Ziwei Segmentum can come to the ancient continent to cultivate," said Lord Chen. He was looking forward to that future.

"Hmm," responded Ye Futian as he nodded his head. Once the situation over here had settled, the various cultivators would undoubtedly want to come to the ancient continent to cultivate. When that time came, Ziwei Imperial Palace would naturally also open up a spatial passageway to allow the cultivators of the Ziwei Segmentum to come here and cultivate.

However, it was still too early for this. This ancient continent would not become stable any time soon. The relics of the Eight Legions appearing in the world one after another might be the beginning of things to come.

"Start cultivating," said Ye Futian. The crowd nodded and immediately went in different directions.

"I want that golden halberd," said Fang Cun. As he said this, his figure dashed over towards a golden halberd stabbed into the ground. Ye Futian looked over in his direction. Fang Cun had a good eye. His ability was indeed compatible with the golden halberd. He could unleash powerful might with it.

This fellow also did not back down during critical moments. He insisted on wanting the golden halberd specifically. After all, although there were many relics of the Great Emperors here, wishing to obtain an imperial arm and the teachings of the Great Emperors was not easy. It was naturally not the time to be meek or humble.

"It depends on your ability. If you can comprehend it first, it will belong to you. If others managed to do so before you, you'd better reflect on yourself," said Ye Futian as he looked at Fang Cun. Although Fang Cun was his disciple, everyone in Ziwei Imperial Palace was close to him. He naturally would not play favorites. He would not allow others to ask for imperial arms directly.

"Don't worry, Master. It will definitely be mine," said Fang Cun, not even turning his head. He was already in front of the golden halberd.

On the other hand, Duo Yu walked over to the destructive spear. The spear was more suitable for him. The other cultivators also found relics compatible with their cultivation and prepared to comprehend.

Ye Futian once again came to the green lotus. His will merged into the green lotus. He once again saw the silhouette of the female Great Emperor.

"Senior, everything is fine outside now," said Ye Futian.

"Hmm. Do you wish to merge with my will?" the female Great Emperor asked Ye Futian.

"I have a good friend whose abilities are similar to yours. I wish to let her inherit your will," replied Ye Futian. He was naturally referring to Xia Qingyuan.

"Alright. I have been in slumber for many years. Now that you have awakened me, I do not have much time left," said the female Great Emperor. Her silhouette then dissipated and became ethereal again. The green lotus floated upwards. Ye Futian extended his hand, and the green lotus landed in his palm. It had an extremely rich Life Spirit aura.

An aura of the Great Path emanated from Ye Futian's body and enveloped the green lotus. The green lotus then disappeared, being absorbed into the world of Ye Futian's Life Palace.

Anyone could obtain the teachings of the Great Emperors around here, but he set aside this green lotus for Xia Qingyuan.