In the darkness, Xuan Emperor, clad in a plain white robe, sat meditating upon a red lotus seat. His hair hung loose, his brow was tightly furrowed, and two golden crescent moons floated around him.
This was an oppressive stretch of void. In its depths, lightning glimmered faintly, and dark-red nebulae churned, like the end of the apocalypse, where everything had already turned to nothingness.
Xuan Emperor's face was pale. He slowly opened his eyes and raised his right hand, pulling open the robe over his chest. On his chest, tiny silver lines of light were surging. A closer look revealed they were actually silver dragons.
The lingering might of Myriad Dragons Ascending to Heaven was still tormenting him. He felt it would be very difficult for him to recover in a short time.
Thinking back on his experience facing Myriad Dragons Ascending to Heaven, Xuan Emperor's brow furrowed even more deeply, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Could it be that the Hunyuan Dao Emperor is stronger than the Great Dao Emperor Lord?"
Xuan Emperor muttered to himself, his tone full of confusion.
He could sense that An Zizai was a Hunyuan Dao Emperor. As someone who also cultivated the Great Dao Emperor Lord, he was effectively splitting his energy in half between different forms of providence, while An Zizai could devote all his energy to one kind of Great Dao providence.
In truth, he had previously sensed that the providence of the Hunyuan Dao Emperor had suddenly grown much stronger. It was just that the Great Dao Emperor Lord's method of nurturing the Dao through battle suited his desires very well.
Now, he wavered again. He felt that cultivating the Great Dao Emperor Lord alongside it might have been an unwise move.
"Who said the Hunyuan Dao Emperor is