Across the entire observation platform, stretching nearly a hundred thousand kilometers, stood hundreds of millions of people. At this moment, they erupted in cheers that shook the very clouds above, causing them to tremble. Mixed within this surging tide of acclamations were streaks of golden light. Above the heads of many, small, finger-sized golden vortices had opened; some were as large as a fist.

From these golden vortices, a faint, golden demigod power poured forth, descending from the Baihui acupoints atop their heads. Instantly, their constitutions soared, transforming them into experts of the Demigod Realm!

Looking out, the undulating golden vortices appeared one after another. A rough estimate suggested at least ten million people were breaking through to the Demigod Realm!

Consider this: most of these individuals originally possessed physiques only in the thousands of levels. What did breaking through to the Demigod Realm signify? It was equivalent to a direct leap of nearly one hundred thousand levels in physical constitution!

Everyone's faces flushed with excitement. Given their status, achieving the Demigod Realm wasn't inherently difficult, but with this sheer volume of people breaking through simultaneously, the resources saved represented an astonishing magnitude.

Shao Hao witnessed this scene, momentarily dumbfounded, his shock immeasurable. He turned toward Ye Chen, his eyes blazing with fervent light. In a flash, he appeared before Ye Chen, exclaiming with delight, "The divine power aura within you—has it directly reached the level of a Peak Deity?"

"Mm," Ye Chen nodded.

"That's magnificent!" Shao Hao gripped Ye Chen's shoulders, his expression galvanized. "With the amplification from your secret manuals, even relying solely on your own strength now, you should be able to defeat a Peak Divine Emperor, correct?"

Ye Chen considered for a moment, then nodded. "Should be able to!"

Shao Hao’s eyes shone, and he roared with hearty laughter, "I knew I hadn't misjudged you! When we swore brotherhood, I knew your future achievements would be significant. Looking at it now, I still underestimated you."

Ye Chen smiled, glancing at Bai Yijun, who was approaching swiftly not far away, and said gently, "Let's head back."

"Right!" Shao Hao immediately agreed. Their figures flickered, and they vanished.

Upon returning to their residence, Ye Chen instructed the steward to prepare a lavish banquet, where he shared a few drinks with Shao Hao. After chatting for a while, Shao Hao departed. Ye Chen then accompanied Bai Yijun on a stroll through the mountains.

While the two enjoyed their sweet moments, the outside world began to boil like heated water. The entire Spiritual Civilization was thrown into an uproar. Everyone now knew that the Heavenly Dao's inheritor—the public enemy of the entire continent—had arrived in the Spiritual Civilization, had become a Pangu General, and, moreover, had broken through to the Deity Realm.

The younger disciples who benefited from Ye Chen’s breakthrough belonged to major families, merchant guilds, or guilds with influential connections. These factions felt immense gratitude toward Ye Chen. However, some harbored resentment, unable to comprehend why their clan would bring back such a dangerous figure. If this provoked attacks from the continent's strong experts against the Spiritual Civilization, the loss would be catastrophic. Still, the words of these dissenters withered unspoken.

For not long after Ye Chen’s breakthrough, the Pangu Temple, the highest governing body of the Spiritual Civilization, issued a decree to the entire race: Ye Chen was officially enfeoffed as Emperor!

The previous Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors now increased by one, becoming the Six Emperors!

Throughout the Spiritual Civilization, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were the supreme spiritual symbols, transcending everything. Hearing of Ye Chen's enthronement, everyone understood this was the ultimate decision of the Pangu Temple, and it must have its reason. Furthermore, the populace held an almost blind reverence for the Pangu Temple; even if a notice were issued stating the sun would disappear, everyone would undoubtedly believe it.

This immense credibility allowed Ye Chen to integrate smoothly into the Spiritual Civilization without facing any ostracization.

A few days later, Ye Chen and Bai Yijun were inside their small wooden cabin. Ye Chen sat in a chair, elbow resting on the table, gazing at the beautiful figure by the window with a gentle smile. The light illuminated her exquisite silhouette as she slowly carved with a small knife, her movements delicate and graceful.

Ye Chen was nearly lost in admiration.

Just then—

Whoosh!

A sharp whistle cut through the sky, and a figure landed before the main hall of the Divine Peak. Sensing the powerful aura, Ye Chen knew it was a Divine Emperor-level expert. He immediately stood up. Bai Yijun had just made the final cut, shaping the small wooden piece. He smiled, took her hand, and said, "It seems they've come for us."

"Mm," Bai Yijun replied, showing no surprise, nodding gently with a smile.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, and in a flash, they appeared in the front hall. Upon arrival, Ye Chen saw a burly man clad in golden armor kneeling on the open ground of the front hall. His chest plate was engraved with the mark of a large axe—he was one of the 36 Pangu Generals.

Ye Chen walked over and asked, "What is it?"

The Pangu General brightened upon seeing Ye Chen, immediately bowing deeply in salute, respectfully saying, "Your subordinate greets Emperor Ye. The Temple commanded me to inform you to proceed there immediately."

Ye Chen nodded. "Understood. You may leave first."

Emperor Ye was his title after being enthroned as Emperor, named after his surname—a traditional style within the Spiritual Civilization.

"Yes!" The Pangu General nodded respectfully. His figure flickered, and he vanished. Although he himself was an Early Divine Emperor expert, having watched the battle footage from the Genius Peak, he knew exactly how formidable the stern youth before him was; even when he was in the Pseudo-God Realm, Ye Chen had single-handedly slain two Divine Emperors, one of whom was a High Divine Emperor—the Great Elder of the Dwarf Civilization!

"Let's go," Ye Chen said, turning to take Bai Yijun’s small hand. They exchanged a look, both nodding slightly, and then vanished in a flash, instantly teleporting to the front of the Pangu Temple. Gazing up at the towering temple, Ye Chen walked directly inside.

"You have arrived," Fu Xi was seated upon the purple throne, still wearing his usual shabby coarse cloth robes. A wineskin was fastened to the roughly-washed cloth belt around his waist. His face was unshaven, and his deep, melancholy eyes radiated infinite charm.

Below him, next to the five existing golden thrones, a sixth golden throne had been added. It was currently empty, with Shao Hao and another refined young man standing beside it.

Ye Chen recognized this man—it was Emperor Yao, one of the Five Emperors!

"Everyone is here, let's go," Fu Xi didn't waste words. He stood up, and in a flicker, appeared behind Ye Chen and the others at the grand entrance. His imposing physique, like that of a barbarian, stepped outward, barefoot, his wild, long black hair flowing freely—exuding an indescribable sense of unrestrained grandeur.

Shao Hao had changed into golden armor today, his eyes sharp, his posture straight, resembling a handsome divine general. He smiled at Ye Chen and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Emperor Yao from the Five Emperors." He gestured toward the refined young man beside him.

Seeing the Ancestor, Ye Chen felt a surge of respect. "Greetings."

"Mm," Emperor Yao smiled. "No need for ceremony. Let's go; Uncle Fu won't wait for us."

The group quickly followed. Outside the Pangu Divine Hall, ten tall figures had gathered without anyone noticing. There were seven men and three women, all in identical armor, though their weapons differed. Every piece of armor was engraved with a large axe!

"We greet Heavenly Emperor Fu Xi!" Upon seeing Fu Xi, the ten immediately prostrated themselves, their voices respectful and devout.

Fu Xi waved his hand, tearing the space before them open like fabric. He pulled out a small spacecraft from within and tossed it into the sky. The vessel expanded upon hitting the air, instantly growing to thousands of feet in size.

"Everyone, board," Fu Xi stepped across first and entered the spacecraft.

Ye Chen and the others flashed inside, following suit. Once everyone was aboard, the ten Pangu Generals on the ground stood up, their figures flickering as they entered the spacecraft one after another.

"Is this Ancestor Fu Xi's Eight Trigrams vessel?" Ye Chen observed the unique, cool interior structure, sensing the mysterious energy contained within the metal materials on the walls, knowing they were rare materials, and remarked with a smile.

Shao Hao laughed. "Uncle Fu Xi's Eight Trigrams is famous across the entire Ancient Continent. Among space-type Dao Artifact vessels, the Eight Trigrams is definitely top-tier!"

Ye Chen nodded. After his ennoblement as Emperor, he had used his access privileges to search the virtual world of the Spiritual Civilization's subsidiary system, learning many secrets.

The Eight Trigrams vessel was an incredibly formidable spacecraft. Comparable only to a few others, such as the Maya Civilization's Time Machine and the Divine Calculation Civilization's Heavenly Strategy.

Behind them, the ten Pangu Generals were somewhat reserved. These individuals, who usually commanded immense respect from major groups and guilds with a mere gesture, now stood like bodyguards, ramrod straight, in the presence of Fu Xi and Ye Chen's party.

"Who are these?" A gentle woman emerged from the main central control cabin. Upon seeing the crowd filling the cabin, she asked with some curiosity.

Fu Xi sat casually on a sofa and stated indifferently, "Xiao Na, we are heading to the Ancient Realm Peak this time. Calculate the fastest travel time."

The gentle woman frowned slightly. "Why must we go to such a dangerous place again? From here, the fastest travel time is two days!"

"Mm, let’s depart," Fu Xi sighed softly.

The gentle woman glanced at him, her expression showing a hint of melancholy, but she still turned and returned to the main control cabin to operate the ship. Soon, the entire Eight Trigrams vessel powered up. Soft, melodious music began playing on the walls of the leisure lounge, cultivating the atmosphere.

Ye Chen, Shao Hao, and the others sat on the sofa opposite Fu Xi, feeling slightly constrained. The ten Pangu Generals were even more tense and excited internally. They would occasionally glance respectfully at Fu Xi, and then curiously at Ye Chen and Bai Yijun. For them, Ye Chen was the greatest point of interest.

This was the Heavenly Dao's inheritor? Indeed, his composure was powerful; facing Fu Xi, he remained calm, chatting and laughing with the girl beside him, showing no sign of restraint! The ten male Pangu Generals secretly felt admiration.

The Eight Trigrams vessel carved a temporary wormhole directly above the Pangu Divine Peak to perform a warp jump, colloquially known as spatial leaping.

Time flowed...

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. The group felt as if they had only just zoned out before arriving at the very edge of the Ancient Continent!