"Please welcome the Desolate Heaven Emperor to his rightful place!"
All the Great Emperors and ancient emperors spoke in unison, their Dao sound roaring like the detonation of trillions of thunderclaps, resounding throughout the vast Heavenly Court.
"Desolate, Desolate Heaven Emperor? Are they talking about Little Stone?"
The little golden ant was left dizzy and bewildered by the Dao sound.
He knew that Shi Hao had once been called the Desolate Heaven Marquis in the lower realm, and that after arriving in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, he had also used the name "Desolate."
But how had he become the Desolate Heaven Emperor?
The Ten Crown King, the Banished Immortal, Shi Yi, and the divine generals guarding the South Heaven Gate were all utterly shocked as well. None of them knew what was so special about Shi Hao.
He could be called a Heavenly Emperor by all these Great Emperors?
"Desolate Heaven Emperor..."
Shi Hao's body trembled.
As the many Great Emperors and ancient emperors spoke, an incomparably powerful and domineering divine intent came roaring toward him, enveloping Shi Hao.
"Uncle Gu..."
Shi Hao's heart jolted.
In an instant, he felt his primordial spirit shake. He heard the sound of flowing water and found himself suspended above an indescribably vast river.
The rolling river stretched endlessly in every direction, with neither beginning nor end in sight.
In a daze, at one end of the River of Time and Space, he saw a young man emerge from the great wilderness in an unimaginably distant era. The youth rose from weakness to strength, battling invincible figures in the most glorious of ages.
The images flickered past rapidly, every scene incomparably blurred, yet Shi Hao understood.
That era was the unimaginably distant Age of Emperors' Fall. That invincible figure was the "Butcher." And