The Second Coffin

"A pack of trash!"

The Heavenly Dao Palace Lord's tone was shrill, his face livid. Seven-colored blood dripped from all over his body, corroding the ground. His aura was terrifying; half his body was entwined with dense red hair and curses, and hatred had filled his heart to the extreme.

He had never imagined that he would end up like this today!

It was all because of those fence-sitters!

Those Divine Emperors hidden in the endless unknown had seemingly obeyed his summons, but when real danger arose, not one of them had dared to truly make a move, nor had anyone joined forces with him!

All trash!

They had ruined him!

If they had obeyed orders from the start and used a supreme formation to besiege Wu Dao, Wu Dao would never have killed so many of them!

But those pieces of trash were united in appearance yet divided at heart. They only knew how to shrink back and conserve their strength, and that was what had ruined him!

At this moment, as he watched the tragic state of the Upper Realm, it felt as though his heart were bleeding.

The entire Upper Realm was the painstaking work of countless years, yet it had been destroyed overnight!

He hated it!

The Heavenly Dao Palace Lord's eyes reddened as he slowly forced the terrifying curses staining his body out bit by bit. Only after expelling every last trace did he turn his dark-red eyes toward a mysterious crystal at the side, his gaze becoming incomparably terrifying.

The crystal was roughly ten feet tall, nearly transparent, and exceedingly mysterious.

A figure appeared within it, his expression indifferent. He wore a water-patterned robe, azure cloud boots, and a golden crown. A third eye grew from his forehead, and his face was exceptionally cold