Beyond the heavens, beyond all worlds, beyond the eternally ancient Weird Plateau.
The Desolate Heaven Emperor was bathed in blood and severely wounded, yet he still stood there quietly, as though he could remain standing forever, forever rooted in this place.
Facing him were two unimaginable beings standing shoulder to shoulder. Their towering bodies and terrifying auras alone were enough to collapse the River of Time and obliterate the eternal Void.
Crack!
At that moment, an ancient coffin atop the plateau suddenly opened, and an unimaginable figure stepped out. He seemed to tread upon the ages, taking one step per epoch, until he reached the other two and stood beside them, gazing coldly at the Desolate Heaven Emperor opposite them.
He revived again! The Desolate Heaven Emperor felt both shocked and helpless.
He had held this place for countless years. During that time, he had killed the Immortal Emperors of the Abyssal Race several times, but no matter how he killed them, they could simply revive.
He had also tried sealing an Immortal Emperor. Yet once the Immortal Emperor within the seal realized there was no hope of escaping, he immediately committed suicide, then emerged once more.
He had also tested the limits of their resurrection. He had relentlessly pursued one of their Immortal Emperors, spending an entire epoch killing him several times. Yet before long, the enemy had reappeared completely unharmed, as if their resurrections had no limit.
It was precisely because of this that the Desolate Heaven Emperor had adopted a strategy of stalling. He no longer launched the frenzied assaults he once had. Such attacks only wasted strength, and if he made even the slightest mistake, he would be finished. He did not possess the resurrection abilities of the Weird Race.
But if he kept stalling, he