"Emperor." Chu Feng smiled faintly, then said, "It's nothing but an empty title."
As he spoke, Chu Feng gazed toward the horizon — up there… was a place beyond the reach of their power.
Only by ascending the Heavenly Ladder could one enter that place, and that place was the Outer World.
What kind of waves could the so-called Emperor of this realm possibly stir up in the Outer World? No one could say for certain.
But Chu Feng had a premonition that the Emperor here, in the eyes of those from the Outer World, might be nothing more than an ant.
"Chu Feng, even if it is merely an empty title, it is not something just anyone can obtain."
"For the people of the Martial Sacred Land, this title represents a kind of faith — a belief that when catastrophe descends, someone will be there to stop it."
"And you, you are worthy of this title. You are more than capable of bearing the faith that lives in people's hearts," the Elven King said.
"Your Majesty, although the Dark Hall Master is dead, the Martial Sacred Land has been left in ruins."
"Many factions have lost their homes. Whether it be the Monster Clan or the humans, all of them must rebuild."
"And this… will likely require the strength of the Ancient Elves. Everyone… still needs your help."
"As for me, I will be departing far away. So… if we are truly going to establish an Emperor in the hearts of the people, I believe you would be more suitable," Chu Feng said.
"Young friend Chu Feng, don't joke like that. Even if I were willing, the people of the Martial Sacred Land would never accept it."
"Whatever you do, don't go telling everyone to make me Emperor. I reckon they'd spit me to death on the spot," the Elven King said with a laugh.
"Chu Feng, the title of Emperor belongs to you and no one else. Don't try to decline it — even this old man recognizes you alone," Immortal Tongtian added.
"Esteemed seniors, you flatter Chu Feng far too much." Chu Feng felt a twinge of shame.
If it were truly true that only those who won the hearts of the people deserved to be Emperor, then it should be someone who genuinely served the people of the Martial Sacred Land.
Chu Feng had only defeated the Dark Hall Master, and moreover, his battle with the Dark Hall Master had been driven partly by personal motives.
When it came to the war against the Dark Hall and the help given to the people, the one who had truly contributed the most was none other than the Ancient Elves — and their leader, the Elven King, had sacrificed more than anyone.
Besides, even though Chu Feng was still in the Martial Sacred Land, his heart had long since turned toward the Outer World.
Fame in the Martial Sacred Land — Chu Feng no longer cared about any of it. But the Ancient Elves still had to live here. A good reputation would serve as a mighty boost to their future governance of this land.
"Chu Feng, I understand what you are thinking, but the Ancient Elves appreciate your sentiment all the same."
"The people here are not fools. They are all martial cultivators — wise and perceptive. They know how to distinguish good from evil."
"They have chosen you as their Emperor, and that is that. Even if you tried to talk them out of it, you couldn't," the Elven King said.
"Well… very well." In the end, Chu Feng had no choice but to concede. What the Elven King said made perfect sense.
"Young friend Chu Feng, just now you said you would be departing far away. Where are you going? Are you returning to the Eastern Sea Region?" Immortal Tongtian suddenly asked.
"I am going to the Outer World," Chu Feng said.
"The Outer World?!" Upon hearing those words, every person present revealed expressions of shock.
"Chu Feng, you know how to get to the Outer World?" the Elven King pressed eagerly. As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at his daughter, Fairy Miaomiao.
"In the Eastern Sea Region, on the Ethereal Immortal Peak, there is a formation known as the Heavenly Ladder. By passing through that formation, one can enter the Outer World."