Just a incomplete heritage had so much value to it, so the value for a complete Great Emperor’s heritage was obvious!
If there was a Great Emperor within the country, it would raise the overall strength of the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom. With a Great Emperor, the number of Sages within the country would also increase.
And a second Great Emperor might even appear not long after!
“Great Emperor, is that really possible? Yi Yun might become a Great Emperor?”
Cang Yan looked at Yi Yun and felt incredulous. To him, Great Emperors were a legend that eluded him.
Was he going to witness the rise of a Great Emperor and become one of the masters of this Great Emperor?
Just thinking of this made Cang Yan feel like he was dreaming.
If he became a Great Emperor’s master, then even if he was one of the least outstanding ones amongst Yi Yun’s future masters, Cang Yan would still feel extremely satisfied. It was impossible for him to become a Great Emperor in his life, but if he had student that became a Great Emperor, he could really die without any regrets.
At this moment, the City Lord carried on, “I am afraid that Yi Yun can no longer fight. Let us admit defeat for this battle. To fight to such a level, he is already an elite amongst elites. He has obtained enough glory for the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom and have won us precious seats. I will personally reward Yi Yun for his meritorious achievements after this battle.”
Cang Yan looked at Yi Yun. At this moment, Yi Yun’s face was pale after having used his Golden Crow Aspect Totem. There was not a tinge of pink left on his face and his hands, which held the sword and saber, were trembling. Although he did not sever any meridians this time, Cang Yan could feel that Yi Yun’s Yuan Qi had been nearly completely expended.
Using the Golden Crow Aspect Totem for less than the time it took to take a breath completely drained Yi Yun of his Yuan Qi.
Yi Yun was now severely exhausted. It was very likely that he would not even be able to use the Saber Truth’s 32 Words’ moves. There was no meaning in fighting any further.
Yi Yun used the Sonic Deathblade to support himself as he breathed heavily. He barely managed to regulate his chaotic blood flow.
Although he had the Golden Crow’s blood as healing medicine, he had already drunk a lot of it, and whatever he could absorb had already been absorbed.