"Boom—!"
The Heavenly Emperor's return was immensely grand, but just as he was about to approach the River of Fate, a majestic force suddenly struck, violently sending him flying back!
"Buzz—!"
He staggered back tens of millions of miles. The ancient Dao aura around him was completely scattered, and the pride on Cangli Clan's face—the pride of one who "commanded the destiny of all beings"—froze in place. He was utterly dumbfounded.
He hung in midair, staring blankly at the torrent of laws enveloping the River of Fate without leaving even the slightest gap. Then he lowered his head to look at his palm, which contained the power of the Law of Destiny. The corner of his mouth twitched, and only two words remained in his heart: What a mess.
Just moments ago, he had declared with absolute certainty that "none could stop him" and that he would "command destiny." Yet he had not even touched the edge of the River of Fate before being blocked outside by the seven seals jointly laid down by the Heavenly Emperor and Wangshu.
That slap to the face rang louder than Immortal Slaying Sword qi...
He stood there, staring at the unmoving torrent of laws. Most of the ancient Heavenly Emperor's pressure had dissipated, leaving behind only confusion and frustration.
What happened to the great calamity of the Prehistoric Universe and the struggle of the saints? What happened to his return stirring up the winds and clouds? The River of Fate had practically been welded shut, and this ancient Heavenly Emperor did not even qualify to enter?
Inside Jade Void Palace, Primordial Lord of Heaven watched Cangli Clan stand frozen in place. A faint smile secretly curled across his lips. *I had a hand in those seals back then. This saves me quite a