These Great Sages, many of them immortals of the new era, were seeing those legendary, ancient, mysterious, invincible beings for the first time.
During that era when the Black Hand exercised Eternal Dominance from behind the scenes, merely hearing of that ancient being's deeds was enough to make one tremble in fear.
If the immortal path had not been opened, what kind of era would they be facing now? It was difficult to imagine. Perhaps they too would have died of old age, with no possibility of becoming immortals.
"Your Majesty."
Meng Po stepped forward and waited for orders.
"Go as you please. Do whatever you wish to do." Emperor Lord lowered his eyes and said softly, "Opportunities lie upon this land. Whether you live or die depends entirely on yourselves."
Go as they pleased?
The surrounding immortals said nothing, feeling utterly baffled.
Were they being allowed to act freely because their strength simply could not affect the course of this war?
Or was it because Emperor Lord alone was enough to influence the entire battle, and he had no need for them at all? Either answer left them deeply enraged.
Which of the immortals present was not a favored genius of their era? Which was not a once-in-a-million talent? Their realms might not have been high, considering how recently the immortal path had opened, but all of them possessed heaven-defying combat power. Yet they were being treated with such cold indifference? Not only Li Sansheng and the others, even You Mountain Governor felt somewhat humiliated. The combat power and influence he had painstakingly cultivated could not even catch the other party's eye?
He had always wanted to rebel, yet was he nothing more than a clown jumping around? "Go."
Emperor Lord spoke calmly. Behind him stood an immense, boundless