"Great Dao Supremes are fighting, and a Great Emperor is about to return. Could this be another age of great contention?"
Mo Ruohe muttered to himself, growing more alarmed the longer he thought about it.
Could this be a reenactment of the ancient golden age?
He could not help but think of that legend—the clash between the Heavenly Emperor and Su Di, when the demon race had retreated and the demon race was at its zenith.
The vast river of history had already erased most traces of the Heavenly Emperor.
Yet Su Di remained a myth to this day.
Only mighty figures standing at the pinnacle of the Inner Universe knew of the Heavenly Emperor's glory.
Back then, the human race had only just been established. Without the Heavenly Emperor, how could humanity have grown?
"Reincarnation turns, spring and autumn pass; the world shall never again see two emperors contend."
Mo Ruohe sighed. Since childhood, he had admired the Heavenly Emperor and Su Di. If another golden age came, would that not be wonderful?
He had occupied the throne of number one in the Inner Universe for far too long.
Loneliness had seeped into his bones.
Turning his gaze toward the Lin Family Immortal Mountain once more, he softly said, "Heavenly Emperor Qin... I want to see whether you can defeat Baili Honggang, and how far you can go."
Boom—
Two terrifying black beams shot from Baili Honggang's eyes toward Yang Jian. Yang Jian blocked them with the Universe Three-Pointed Blade. Only because divine power wrapped around the blade did it avoid being shattered.
Even a Chaos Spirit Treasure found it difficult to withstand the power of a Great Dao Supreme.
Yang Jian refused to be outdone. The Supreme Dharma Eye between his brows suddenly erupted, firing a black