"Daoist Ye."

The Lord of Spirits and the Master of Destruction wore complicated expressions, cupping their hands toward Ye Xuan in a salute, which counted as having greeted him.

"Daoist Ye, we have not met for many years; your Cultivation has become even more unfathomable."

The Lord of Chaos looked at Ye Xuan with a complicated expression. Ye Xuan appearing alive was within his expectations, yet when Ye Xuan truly appeared before him, there was still a faint sense of helplessness in his heart.

"Master, please take the main seat."

Ye Xuanmo’s sleeve swept across the Heavenly Vault, and a Supreme throne manifested. His entire bearing was one of utmost reverence.

Ye Xuan rose into the heavens, sitting lightly upon the Supreme throne, overlooking the Supremes present with a condescending posture.

Hiss!

Such a scene made beings from all sides suck in a cold breath, and a clamor of shocked voices quietly arose.

"Who is he?"

"Even the Lord of Extreme Demon calls him Master?"

"Don’t be stupid. Didn’t you see all these Supremes addressing him as Daoist?"

"He is Ye Xuan, the Emperor of Heaven Burying, the greatest terror of the previous Epoch. I never thought he would still be alive!"

All sorts of horrified discussions spread, and some veteran Sect Hierarch–level figures spoke with trembling voices, explaining Ye Xuan’s origins to those who did not know his identity.

"The Emperor of Heaven Burying?"

"Could it be that he is also a Supreme of the Ages?"

"That can’t be right. There are eleven Supremes of the Ages. Why have I never heard of this Emperor of Heaven Burying?"

Someone cried out in shock, clearly having no understanding of Ye Xuan’s past.

"Although the Emperor of Heaven Burying is not a Supreme, he stands on equal footing with them, and is the only great figure since ancient times who can be ranked alongside the Supremes." A veteran Sect Hierarch explained in a hushed voice.

Some other old Sect Hierarchs also uncovered dust-laden history, recounting some of Ye Xuan’s past feats, which made the beings from all sides repeatedly gasp in fright; eyes that had been merely suspicious now turned into gazes of reverence.

Suppressing Great Sects in all directions, slaughtering Supremes of the Ages, sweeping across all heavenly enemies, and even nurturing three disciples who became Supremes.

When these deeds were spoken of one by one, beings from all sides drew in cold breaths, and those whose minds were weaker even had their teeth chattering.

"Everyone, my Master has ordered me to preside over the Eleventh Epoch. Does anyone have any objections now?"

Ye Xuanmo looked at the Supremes present with undisguised arrogance, the corners of his lips curling in pride. At this moment Ye Xuan was his backing, and naturally his confidence was overflowing.

"What a petty villain’s face. This is not a place where you are qualified to speak."

Boom!

The Master of Fate soared into the heavens, terrifying Power of Fate rippling out. His eyes stared straight at Ye Xuan, paying Ye Xuanmo no attention at all.

"Ye Xuan, you should not have appeared." the Master of Fate said coldly, devoid of emotion.

"Heh heh."

Ye Xuan rose from the Supreme throne and walked toward the Master of Fate with an indifferent air, the corners of his lips curling into a strange smile as he said, "Fate, knowing that this Conclave of Dominion was deliberately arranged by me, you still dared to come. I must say, your courage truly is great. Are you not afraid of dying here?"

"Just by you?"

The Master of Fate rarely smiled, for he revereed the Path of Fate and rarely showed a smile on his face. Yet in this moment he laughed, though his laugh was utterly merciless, as if he had heard an immense joke.

"Just by me, it is more than enough to kill you." Ye Xuan responded blandly.

"Very well. This Lord shall see, after an entire Epoch, after these more than seven hundred million years, to what extent you have grown, that you dare to utter such wild words before this Lord. Do you take me for the Undying of those years?"

The Master of Fate spoke with cold ruthlessness. He could naturally sense the threat Ye Xuan brought him; clearly, Ye Xuan was no longer what he had been, and had become even more powerful and terrifying than in the past.

But who was he?

He was the Master of Fate, who governed the fates of all Spirits, and moreover the second Supreme of the Chaotic Universe. Why should he fear Ye Xuan?

"A mere Supreme, and you dare to be insolent?" Ye Xuan’s expression grew cold. Perhaps in the past he had still feared the Master of Fate a little, but now he no longer put him in his eyes at all.

Rumble!

Heaven and Earth shook, fate merciless, as strand after strand of terrifying Power of Fate surged into the sky, piercing through the starry cosmos. In this moment the Master of Fate elevated his Cultivation to the absolute peak, his terror boundless, unviewable by mortal eyes.

"Come, let me see what ability you have. Today we shall also settle the old grudge between you and me." Ye Xuan said calmly.

"You two Daoists can talk things over. Why must you fight to the death?"

All of a sudden, before the two could strike, the Lord of Chaos hastily moved to stand between them.

But this time, Ye Xuan gave him no face at all, instead speaking coldly, "Chaos, back then you borrowed the Undying Chaos Divine Mirror to harm me. You must give me an explanation for this matter. After I tidy up this piece of trash Fate, you and I should also conclude this karmic debt."

"You...?"

The Lord of Chaos’s expression changed drastically. He had not expected Ye Xuan to bring this up at such a moment. Was he not afraid that Chaos would join hands with Fate?

Yet the Lord of Chaos hesitated inwardly and did not make such a decision, while the Master of Fate had long since lost his patience.

"Chaos, I have long said he is an aberration that must be killed. Since you have always wavered, at this moment I alone am enough to kill him. You, step aside at once." the Master of Fate shouted coldly.

The Lord of Chaos’s eyes flickered and he directly withdrew from the battlefield. Since Fate wished to make a move, he might as well see what level Ye Xuan’s Cultivation had reached now, then decide what to do next.

"Ye Xuan, no matter how sky–piercing your Cultivation is, beneath Fate you still shall be reduced to ashes and die."

Rumble!

Throughout the ancient Changtian, Fate endured. This stretch of Heaven and Earth was exploding in terrifying fashion, proving that the Master of Fate regarded Ye Xuan as an unprecedented great enemy, and had already resolved to stake his life in this battle.

"You talk too much nonsense, just like your people—nothing but trash." Ye Xuan mocked indifferently.

A Supreme of the Ages being called trash—since the birth of the Chaotic Universe, only Ye Xuan had dared to say such a thing; this left all beings from every side shuddering, speechless.

"Fate is like Heaven; all Laws are annihilated!"

Chi chi chi!

The Master of Fate formed seals with both hands, directly condensing a terminal Slaughter Technique of fate. Instantly, billions of miles of Heaven and Earth collapsed in terror, and a Hand of Fate manifested.

"Go!"

The other Supremes’ expressions shifted slightly. A battle between these two would be world–destroying, so they all instantly relocated away. Ye Xuanmo also moved the entire Extreme Demon Temple away, not daring to linger in the battlefield; otherwise his Daoist lineage would be reduced to ashes.

"Kill!"

Fate was merciless, annihilating all things. That terrifying Hand of Fate descended upon Ye Xuan like the ancient azure sky, seeking to Suppress him.

Rumble!

With this strike, Heaven and Earth collapsed, all things ceased to exist. Billions of miles of void were directly blasted apart, countless black fissures appearing.

"You are truly pitifully weak. With just this bit of Cultivation you dare to fight me?" Ye Xuan’s contempt was absolute.

Rumble!

Then something terrifying occurred. The Twelve Heavenly Gates rose up behind Ye Xuan, blazing like twelve scorching great suns, rotating with horrific majesty and unleashing an unprecedented, dreadful might.

Boom!

The Hand of Fate had already fallen. Billions of miles of land sank into terrifying ruin; endless mountain ranges turned to dust, and countless living beings died miserably beneath that single strike of Fate.

Yet what happened next was far too strange and horrifying, making the other watching Supremes fall silent in dread, sucking in cold breaths as they stared at Ye Xuan with extreme shock.