“Holy Emperor Fuxi was the one who shoved the position of emperor onto me. Now that you're the Yellow Emperor of the human race, I’ll have a much easier time of things.” Lu Yun waved a hand.

The two were talking in the middle of the streets, but none of the people rushing around them registered their presence. When one's cultivation reached their realm—empyrean realm—their body became part of the great dao and the world itself. Hailed as great masters of combat arts, even human kings wouldn't be able to sense their presence if they didn't reveal themselves.

Xuanyuan lowered his head in thought, nonplussed by the lack of challenge. “Even so, I still don't accept how things are.”

“Don’t accept how things are?” Lu Yun raised an eyebrow at him.

“Of course not! My master often says that the Flame Emperor is the number one great emperor and strongest expert of the human race. How it’s only because of the Flame Emperor that the connate demon...