The Three Thousand Martial Daos danced around Ye Xiwen. He had cultivated and condensed them himself; they obeyed his command and formed the foundation of all his martial arts.
The Martial Emperor Seal was also continuously condensing. Second by second, time passed, yet it seemed as though nothing had changed. Ye Xiwen merely sat cross-legged without moving.
Before him, countless Great Daos took shape, continuously joining in
and merging into the Martial Emperor Seal.
One hundred martial daos!
Five hundred martial daos!
One thousand martial daos!
Two thousand martial daos!
Three thousand martial daos!
All the martial daos had completely merged into it.
Boom!
Terrifying waves of air exploded through the void one after another. Brilliant light shot into the heavens in an instant. Even the Emperor-level formation Ye Xiwen had laid down could not stop that beam from soaring skyward. The entire Myriad Realms sensed the fluctuation of that earth-shaking, terrifying power.
"This is... an Emperor's aura? Could it be that someone else has become an Emperor?" Many people sensed that aura and were immediately dumbfounded. Could someone really have become an Emperor again? That was simply too shocking.
Within barely twenty thousand years, two Emperors had arisen one after another. Even during the most chaotic years of the War Against the Heavens, such a rapid succession of ascensions was rare.
And now, a third Emperor had emerged. Such a frequency was frighteningly high.
Could it be that the time had truly come for Emperors to rule heaven and earth once more?
Many people began to feel depressed. Without Emperors, they were the most powerful beings in heaven and earth. But once Emperors existed, their status would not merely decline a little—they would instantly become worth less than nothing.
An Emperor could slap an entire