"How could this be possible?"
No one believed it. This should not have been the invincible Martial Emperor who had swept unhindered across the world. They were all gods, transcendent figures beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements. To them, death might come, but aging was something far too distant—so distant that they had long forgotten it even existed.
Let alone an Emperor Lord-level expert. Such beings were completely insulated from aging.
Even if most martial artists looked old, it was merely their appearance; their physical bodies remained full of vitality. But the Martial Emperor was different.
They could sense age and deathly aura coiling around the Martial Emperor. Normally, only those on the verge of death possessed such dense deathly aura.
Yet it was now present on the Martial Emperor. What was going on?
"Could it be that the Martial Emperor sustained some wound in his battle with the Nether Lord back then, one that could not heal?"
After racking their brains, this seemed to be the only explanation anyone could find.
After all, how could an Emperor Lord-level figure of such power possibly end up like this under normal circumstances?
Although Ye Xiwen had displayed extraordinary dominance in that battle years ago, suppressing the Nether Lord all the way, he should not have been severely wounded under normal circumstances.
But matters concerning Emperor Lords were simply too remote from them. Perhaps they were never things they could fathom in the first place.
"Or perhaps he went astray in his cultivation?"
That seemed to be all they could guess.
Ye Xiwen sat cross-legged above the Divine Court, utterly motionless, while the deathly aura around him grew denser and denser.
Many people of the Divine Court called out to him, but faced with such a situation, they were