This was the Sun Emperor Li Tianming remembered!
Golden-haired, vicious, bizarre, sinister.
After he appeared, the red-haired Emperor shut his mouth. His gaze turned cold, and he spoke no more.
"Li Tianming, you may obstruct everything that follows as much as you like. But standing against the tide of history and opposing the survival demands of every living being in the Land of Order, the only ending awaiting you is defeat!"
The golden-haired Emperor spoke in a grand, icy voice.
The golden hair appeared, and the red hair fell silent. What did that mean?
Li Tianming could not make sense of it. He smiled and said, "Don't dress up your utterly deranged invasion as something so lofty. You are merely greedy, arrogant, heartless criminals. If you truly wanted to resist the so-called Sirius, you could have simply proposed an alliance. Myriad Sects aren't unreasonable. Who starts a civil war before fighting an external enemy?"
"The will of Myriad Sects depends on the will of the Celestial Palace. The Celestial Palace is already terminally ill, and Myriad Sects are likewise riddled with disease. Only strong medicine can drive out the sickness, only then can the sun truly become one."
As the golden-haired Emperor spoke, the flames of "justice" burned in his eyes. It was utterly incomprehensible.
"What a joke. The Celestial Palace is just a handful of old immortals. What use could they possibly be? What right do they have to decide the will of Myriad Sects? We of Myriad Sects decide for ourselves."
Li Tianming spoke earnestly.
"Haha..."
The golden-haired Emperor laughed.
Ever since the person beside him had appeared, the red-haired one had remained frozen in place, as though he had been locked into a still frame.
"You are a disciple of the Celestial Palace. You bear its mark.