Before the Sun Emperor, everyone seemed to have had their souls ripped away!
Their bodies remained, walking corpses still struggling on, while their souls had already fled for their lives.
No one could be blamed for this. It could only be said that today, the Emperor had won. The Order Celestial Clan had won.
If, in that instant just now, there had been no "Flameyellow Coffin," and Li Tianming and Ye Lingfeng had joined forces to kill the Emperor, then it would be Myriad Sects whose momentum soared to the heavens now. The ones fleeing in panic and collapsing as a whole would have been the Order Celestial Clan!
They were both true monarchs. Their victory or defeat, life or death, bore the weight of so much and carried such decisive significance.
With the tide of events surging like this, even people such as the Sacred Dragon Emperor could not alter the slightest thing. It was like a mountain crashing down—one person alone could never prop up a ten-thousand-meter mountain.
Those who still tried to hold up the mountain as it fell would ultimately be crushed to death beneath it!
That was reality!
Icy, cruel, and unchangeable.
Despair was written across every face.
Beneath the wheels of history, everyone was an ant. Dreaming of using one's spine to withstand the rolling wheels only led, naturally, to being ground into minced flesh.
Before death, heaven and earth went dark.
After death, the wheels raced away in a cloud of dust, beyond anyone's reach!
Boom boom boom!
The world belonging to Myriad Sects crumbled apart at this moment.
Tears, blood, filthy faces, bitter weeping, screams, and wails could not stop this rout.
Miracles would not happen again.
Myriad Sects had been weak, and its collapse had always been a natural outcome—nothing unexpected.