Urban Undying Lord

Chapter 1830: Chapter 1849: Dust Settles

Now that their cultivation has advanced, Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen have both transformed into supreme beings, arguably unmatched by anyone. Moreover, they inherit the powers of Fate and the Power of Devouring, ranking among the top even within these supreme beings.

"Sir, do you really want Beichen and me to assume the position of Emperor?" Huang Pangzi asked with a hint of reluctance.

Ye Xuan immediately saw what was on Huang Pangzi’s mind. After all, Huang Pangzi had followed him for so many years; how could he not know his thoughts?

As the saying goes, "The sky cannot have two suns, nor can a nation have two rulers." Two Emperors is something unprecedented. However, in Ye Xuan’s view, Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen had gone through so much together and would never turn against each other because of power.

"In the past, didn’t the Primordial Demon Clan also have two Emperors ruling the Heavenly Court?"

"Donghuang Taiyi and the Emperor were as close as brothers, so I hope the two of you can jointly rule the Heavenly Burial Palace." Ye Xuan looked at them solemnly and said.

"Indeed, since Sir values you two, you should not decline." Ye Qingmei chimed in at the right moment.

"Sir, Beichen and I will not let you down."

Finally, Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen agreed, bowing deeply to Ye Xuan, yet Ye Xuan helped them up. freёweɓnovel.com

"With you two overseeing the Heavenly Burial Palace, I can set out without concerns."

At these words, Ye Xuan patted both their shoulders, giving them a look that only they could understand, leaving everything unsaid.

Who could Ye Xuan trust?

Very few in the chaotic universe. According to Ye Xuan’s old adage, he did not trust anyone at all.

However, after countless years, Ye Xuan had stumbled and struggled along the way, yet Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen had proven worthy of his trust, as time had proven many things. freewёbnoνel.com

Thus, Ye Xuan summed up his evaluation of them in eight words.

Unwavering loyalty, unmatched devotion!

"From this day forward, Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen will rule the Heavenly Burial Palace. Those who see them see me. If anyone dares defy their will, they defy my will, Ye Xuan’s."

Rumble!

With a sweep of Ye Xuan’s sleeve, two golden thrones appeared, directly placing Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen upon them, making them sit somewhat awkwardly.

"We pay respects to the Emperors."

The decision was final. Who would dare oppose Ye Xuan’s decision?

Under the lead of the three chief disciples, everyone bowed in worship to the new Emperors, which made Ye Xuan nod in satisfaction.

Ye Xuan knew well that Ye Xuanmo and others would be displeased, possibly harboring some resentment.

But what did that matter?

As long as he existed, his disciples dared not rebel, only follow his will obediently.

On another note, even if he were to fall one day, Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen’s cultivation would suffice to contend with those who opposed them, and Ye Qingmei would not stand idly by.

The matters that followed were simple: several supreme Daoist sects were unified into the Heavenly Burial Palace, naturally leading to the apportioning of positions—a task Ye Xuan had long prepared for.

Based on cultivation and merits, each divine position was awarded accordingly.

Ye Qingmei, as a supreme being and nominally Ye Xuan’s wife, was revered as the Divine Mother within the Heavenly Burial Palace, yet she retained her supreme title as Lord of Extreme Emotion externally.

The three chief disciples were all titled as Emperors. After all, the Emperor is above the King, making their titles reasonable, and externally, they remained the ancient supreme beings.

For example, both Jun Wushuang and Li Taichu, though Li Taichu was also supreme, were merely titled as kings, and Li Taichu dared not complain. After all, surviving was already a great blessing.

Others received their deserved divine titles based on their cultivation levels and merits.

However, when it came to the Primordial Spirit and Luo Hou, things got a bit tricky.

But Ye Xuan was prepared.

"Master, without you introducing me to the Dao back then, there would be no Ye Xuan of today. Thus, this Emperor Master title is reserved for you."

Ye Xuan offered a golden Jade Talisman engraved with the words "Emperor Master," and he performed a ceremonious disciple-teacher ritual.

Ye Xuan’s bow prompted others to follow suit and offer grand worship. Even as newly established Emperors, Huang Pangzi and Gu Beichen descended from their thrones to greet the Primordial Spirit.

"Good, good, good."

The Primordial Spirit was overwhelmed with joy, feeling teary as he accepted the Emperor Master’s engraved Jade Talisman. To see his disciple standing at the Chaos Peak was his greatest pride.

Supremes bowed, taboos lowered their heads.

This was a sight he never dared to imagine, yet Ye Xuan truly accomplished it. This was the greatest pride of the Primordial Spirit’s life.

A master flourishes through his disciple’s glory. Though his cultivation was weak, having such a chaos-invincible disciple made others dare not look down on him.

"We pay respects to the Emperor Master."

Everyone performed grand homage, truly giving him face. After all, even Ye Xuan addressed him as Master, requiring these disciples and grandchildren to respect the Primordial Spirit.

"Good, good, good, no need for formality, everyone; please rise." The Primordial Spirit hurriedly beckoned everyone up, understanding well that this courtesy was due to Ye Xuan’s influence.

"Daoist Luo Hou, I have a king’s position reserved for you..."

Ye Xuan turned to look at Luo Hou, but before he could finish, Luo Hou shook his head and chuckled wryly, "Daoist Ye, I’ve always seen you as a target to chase, but over time, our distance grew. Now, standing at Chaos Peak, I’ve realized I’ll never engage you in an exhilarating battle. It’s time for me to find a place to retire."

Luo Hou declined Ye Xuan’s offer, which made Ye Xuan sigh inwardly, knowing Luo Hou felt disappointed.

In the Primordial World, they were sworn enemies, viewing each other as their greatest foes. Yet, with the endless years, their cultivation gaps had become vast; it was no surprise Luo Hou felt disheartened.

Moreover, Luo Hou was a proud man. In such a state, how could he possibly stay?

"Everyone has their aspirations. Since Daoist Luo Hou wishes to depart, I won’t force it, but you will always be my friend. If you ever face something you cannot solve, I won’t stand by idly," Ye Xuan said earnestly.

"Hahaha, rest assured, with you as a friend, I, Luo Hou, can hold my head high, even before tabooed figures."

Luo Hou laughed heartily, saluted Ye Xuan, bid brief farewells to others, and departed gracefully upon a dark cloud.

"That old thing, still so proud."

Watching Luo Hou choose retirement, the Primordial Spirit, having known him for years, also felt a twinge of reluctance, only able to sigh.

Everything was settled; what followed was a banquet. Amidst the toasts and exchanges, Ye Xuan took a rare moment to relax.

As the banquet dispersed, Ye Xuan informed everyone he was going on a distant journey. How many years his absence would last was uncertain. Perhaps they wouldn’t meet again until a new epoch began, but it was also possible they’d reunite before the Twelfth Epoch commenced.