The Old Emperor devoured all the wronged souls and withered bones within the Myriad Souls Banner.
"Come, keep fighting!!"
By now, the Old Emperor had utterly transformed into a monster.
With a sweep of his hand, a waterfall of blood surged forth.
Lingxu flashed aside to evade it, staring at the Old Emperor.
"Take my Di Nüfeng Fist! How dare you strike this venerable one's face."
A figure suddenly flew out from the ruins, but halfway through the air—
Di Nüfeng looked at the Old Emperor as he was now and sensed the power within him.
Then she silently changed direction and ran the other way.
The Old Emperor backhanded her with a slap through the air.
"Your mother******"
Di Nüfeng's figure slid down.
The Old Emperor stepped upon empty air, and a White Bone Throne appeared in midair.
The Old Emperor calmly sat down upon it.
"Demonic fiend!" Lingxu spat.
The Old Emperor shook his head and laughed. "So-called righteousness and evil are nothing but the losers' mournful cries!
If I lose today, then I am evil.
But if I win today, then no person or thing will ever be able to stop me again!"
Blood Eyes reflected in the heavens.
In an instant, Lingxu found himself within another space.
He curiously looked around.
The Old Emperor snorted coldly. "Get out of here, Lingxu. There is no longer a place for you in this world. That space suits you better!"
Within that space, there was no time, no Great Dao, no sun or moon—only endless emptiness.
To be safe, it would be better to trap that old thing there forever.
The Old Emperor landed atop Divine Grass Mountain.
Elder Sun, who stood closest to him, did not dare raise his head to look at him.
Now, only one natal