Yang Xuan retracted his Divine Sense and said without turning around, "Fang Rongxuan, you hid your strength just like Zhang Zhong Yang."
Long before Fang Rongxuan came in, he already knew of his strength.
Like Zhang Zhong Yang, he had the power of two Emperors.
Fang Rongxuan bowed respectfully, "Great Emperor, I had no choice."
"Haha, no choice. Wouldn't it be a joke if the human race had no Emperors? You can become Emperors, but others can't. Tell me, how can there be such a logic in the world? "
Yang Xuan's voice rumbled into his ears.
Fang Rongxuan didn't look nervous at all. He cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Zhong Yang and I became Emperors before the arrival of the Evil God's messenger. We didn't even become Emperors later than Chen Yuanxi and Qingyao. It's just that Emperor Yuanxi and Emperor Qingyao were so famous that our names were overshadowed."
Yang Xuan didn't bother to listen to his explanation and said directly, "Let me ask you, why can't the human race have Emperors?"
"The process of becoming Emperors will draw the power of the stars. This power will be detected by the Evil God and bring disaster to the human race. So, the human race can't have Emperors," Fang Rongxuan said slowly.
"Hah, nonsense," Yang Xuan sneered, "If so, why didn't the Evil God's messenger deal with the two of you?"
"The messenger wants to be a local emperor and doesn't want to return to the Evil God, so he hid it for us. If he wants to deal with us, there will be a war. By then, the situation here won't be hidden," Fang Rongxuan said.
"Let me ask you again, what happened between Chen Yuanxi and Qingyao?" Yang Xuan turned around and looked coldly.
Fang Rongxuan fell silent. After a while, he said in a low voice, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Yang Xuan sneered, "Chen Yuanxi isn't dead, right? Where did he go?"
Fang Rongxuan was shocked. He looked up at Yang Xuan and said in surprise, "Chen Yuanxi isn't dead? That's impossible. That day, after he imparted his martial arts to the Great Monarch, he died and his Dao vanished. His corpse god dissipated with the wind. It's impossible that he didn't die. "
"Hmph, I said he's not dead, so he's not dead. You don't believe me?" Yang Xuan stared coldly at Fang Rongxuan.
Fang Rongxuan's expression changed rapidly. His eyes flickered rapidly. After a while, he said slowly, "Great Emperor, regarding Chen Yuanxi's life and death, I think Zhang Zhongyang should be the one who has the most right to speak."
"Where is he?" Yang Xuan asked with a sneer.
"I don't know!" Fang Rongxuan shook his head again. "I haven't seen him in a long time."
"Very well, let's not talk about this for now. Let me ask you again, what happened after the Martial God came here that day?"
Fang Rongxuan sighed and said in a low voice, "The Martial God was a peerless genius. He cultivated for a short period of time, but he was close to becoming an Emperor. The Evil God's messenger wanted to kill him. Zhang Zhongyang and I argued on the basis that he couldn't become an Emperor. We then asked Great Emperor Yuanxi to secretly save the Martial God. Only then did the Evil God's messenger give up and transform into the Martial God and enter the Imperial Court."
After a pause, he continued, "After that, the Martial God found out the truth and voluntarily gave up the opportunity to become an Emperor. He has been living in seclusion until recently."
What Fang Rongxuan said was not much different from what Zhang Zhongyang said. It was either the truth or the two of them had exchanged statements.
Yang Xuan stared coldly at him for a while before changing the topic. "What happened here?"
"It should be the people of Sirius behind this. However, they don't have any evidence. Otherwise, they would have reported it to the Alliance immediately," Fang Rongxuan said.
At this point, Yang Xuan did not ask any more questions.
The crux of the matter was probably the Martial God, whose whereabouts were unknown.
Thinking of this, he had a thought. "Where is the Qingyao Emperor buried?"
"Planet Qingyao. Planet Qingyao is named after the Qingyao Emperor," Fang Rongxuan replied.
After getting his answer, Yang Xuan stared coldly at Fang Rongxuan one last time before his figure started to dissipate.
After he left, Fang Rongxuan heaved a sigh of relief. His eyes flashed with an inexplicable meaning.
At this moment, Yang Xuan had already arrived in the starry sky.
He took out the star map that Qin Liuyun had given him and confirmed the coordinates of Planet Qingyao. Without hesitation, he stepped into the ripples.
…
The beautiful Planet Qingyao was in sight.
As the final resting place of the Qingyao Emperor, Planet Qingyao was like a huge mountain in the entire Human Domain.
There were no traces of human development on the entire Clear Jade Planet. There were beautiful mountains, winding rivers, and verdant forests that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Outside the forest was a boundless grassland. There was a pearl-like lake in the middle of it.
On one side of the lake, there was a huge stone tombstone.
The tomb of the Qingyao Emperor.
There was only a stone tombstone and no grave.
Legend had it that the Qingyao Emperor sat by the lake before his death, watching the clouds and the sun rise and set.
At that time, butterflies fluttered in the wind, and stars appeared out of nowhere. They flickered and formed an extremely beautiful picture.
Then, Great Emperor Qingyao quietly disappeared in this beautiful scenery, not leaving a single trace behind.
A Great Emperor of a generation had passed away. He came so easily and left so easily.
In order to commemorate the Qingyao Emperor's peerless beauty, the descendants turned the entire Planet Qingyao into the Great Emperor's tomb. They also erected a huge stone tombstone at the lake where the Qingyao Emperor finally disappeared as a memorial.
When Yang Xuan landed by the lake and looked up at the words "Tomb of the Qingyao Emperor", he did not know why, but he suddenly felt a sense of reverence and admiration.
It was as if the Great Emperor had left his spirit behind to guide the descendants even after his death.
The wind was strong, and fireflies danced in front of the tombstone. Sometimes they were like rivers, sometimes they were like stars.
Vaguely, Yang Xuan seemed to be able to see a great lady standing above the galaxy. Her gaze was distant, but it suppressed the sun and moon.
That kind of peerless demeanor was enough to make one's heart drunk.
In comparison, the person lying under the tombstone was not so satisfying.
Wrinkled clothes, a haggard face full of stubble, and hazy eyes. All of these meant that the Great Emperor Yuanxi, who was in the same generation as the Qingyao Emperor, had reached the end of his road.
This had nothing to do with life. It was purely a reflection of his spirit.
"You're not dead!" Yang Xuan looked at him and opened with these three words.
Chen Yuanxi, who was leaning against the tombstone, did not look at Yang Xuan at all. He held a bottle of sake in his hand and stared blankly at the lake under the moonlight. His expression was dull and rigid.
After a long while, he murmured, "I'm not dead!"
Yang Xuan continued, "But you were already dead that day."
Chen Yuanxi finally showed an expression on his face, but it was a bitter smile.
"The Great Emperor Yuanxi is already dead. The only one left here is Chen Yuanxi, who is called Little Brother."
Yang Xuan was speechless. He suddenly asked, "Why is there still a connection with you in the power that you gave me?"
"That is the power that I cultivated for thousands of years. Since I'm not dead, I'm naturally implicated." Chen Yuanxi picked up the wine bottle and did not forget to signal to Yang Xuan.
There was nothing wrong with what he said. For a moment, Yang Xuan did not know how to refute.
"Are you here to send me off?" Chen Yuanxi took a sip of wine and finally put it down.
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