"Could I truly never set foot in Ascension?"
He asked himself, utterly unwilling to accept it.
He had once been grievously wounded and lain dormant for centuries. Though he never flaunted himself, the obsession in his heart had never been cast aside.
Once he became an emperor, he had crossed several realms in succession and ascended to the Eternal Emperor Realm.
Now, having finally shattered his shackles and reached the Half-Step Ascension he had yearned for day and night, he had never expected to suffer such a crushing setback. It was as if everything had been arranged by fate.
"This old man refuses to accept it!"
The visions of the path he had traveled shattered before his eyes. Sword light surged like raging waves in Luo Tongtian's eyes, and a mysterious aura suddenly descended, as though it had broken through endless barriers and arrived from some distant place.
For an instant, heaven and earth seemed to freeze. A miraculous and bizarre scene unfolded.
The Fiend Sovereign paused. The Wind, Fire, and Lightning Tornado paused as well. Even the sword-blade fragments scattered across the sky paused.
Then, the Fiend Sovereign's and the brocade-robed elder's pupils abruptly contracted, as though they had witnessed something utterly inconceivable.
Sword light suddenly sprouted from the blade fragments, which then transformed into broken swords one after another. An incomparably terrifying aura descended upon them.
Looking again at Luo Tongtian, his body, which had been sent flying backward, had somehow straightened. He hung in the sky like a divine edge bursting with ten thousand fathoms of sword light, impossibly eye-catching.
"Rumble!"
The heavens shook. Centered on Luo Tongtian, a divine ruin appeared, filled with a dense forest of broken swords that blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
"This is..."
Even Luo Tongtian was stunned. He