The Old Emperor stood in the void, draped in a black robe.
With every step he took through the air, a cloud of black mist bloomed beneath his feet.
The mist was fiercely invasive, corroding the surrounding space into fine cracks like a shattered mirror.
Elder Sun retreated several steps, the currents of energy within his heart-lake churning without end.
Was this truly the Emperor of Great Xia?
He stared at the black-robed figure, inwardly grumbling.
The Tribulation Crossing Stage.
There were strong and weak among those who crossed tribulations—weak crossings and strong crossings.
Now, before the Old Emperor, Elder Sun was clearly one of the weak.
Elder Sun gritted his teeth and lightly flicked the whisk in his hand.
The three thousand silver threads atop the whisk suddenly surged in length, each strand transforming into purple lightning like a roaming dragon.
Resonating from afar with this ancient battlefield, they formed a heaven-shrouding, earth-covering net of lightning amid the clouds in an instant.
The Old Emperor stood atop a mountain peak on the ancient battlefield and let out a cold laugh.
"Just you two rotten loaches think you can take me down?"
He had transmigrated seven hundred years ago and gone through countless absurd events.
He had laid low until now, with only this final step remaining.
Then come on!!
Thick black qi, dark as ink, poured endlessly from the Old Emperor's seven apertures.
With the Old Emperor himself as its center, a strange and mysterious space rapidly took shape.
Beneath his feet stretched a boundless, turbulent sea of blood.
Waterfalls of blood poured down from above, releasing deafening roars.
Within that sea of blood, blood marrow pearls the size of human heads rolled and surged up and down, flickering with bewitching red light.
The countless sharp Sword Qis that