Originally, Emperor Lord-level experts were great figures whose words became Law. Even heaven and earth had to heed their hearts. If they were willing to curse someone at the cost of their lives, even another Emperor Lord would be struck.
This was practically the most vicious curse of all. No one dared underestimate it. But now that their cultivation had been sealed and their connection to heaven and earth severed, no matter how they cursed, they could only curse.
Just like mortals. Even if mortals cursed the heavens, it would not provoke the slightest response, because ants were ants, utterly unqualified to be taken seriously.
"Move!"
At the command, these Emperor Lords were immediately slain. Their bodies were arranged into a formation before the palace gates. The blood flowing from their severed necks did not run backward into a river, nor did it flood the ground with floating corpses. Instead, it was absorbed into the palace floor by a bizarre force.
Mysterious patterns emerged across the ground that had absorbed the essence blood of countless Emperor Lords. These patterns formed a massive formation, and as endless blood flowed into it, it began to emit a crimson radiance.
The mist that had originally blocked the main hall of Pan Tian Palace was actually absorbed bit by bit by this formation.
Everyone finally revealed delighted expressions. The howls of the Emperor Lords who had just been used as sacrifices still rang in their ears, yet they did not move them in the slightest. These were all people whose hearts were as firm as stone.
Everyone watched as the layer of mist gradually thinned. Then, immediately afterward, they saw endless treasure light shooting in every direction, filling the entire sky with dazzling jewels and precious radiance.
"Haha, it's finally open!"
Had they not