"Anyone who plays tactical games already has a filthy heart. As for those who play strategic games?"
"They're even more terrifying."
Yang Mei stood on the embankment of the River of Time, gazing into the past, present, and future. He listened and sensed some summons from the Darkness, then suddenly laughed at himself. With a leap, he followed the current, slipping through the flow of time.
He would reappear at a certain moment in the future and complete a segment of karma.
"Old Friend Hongjun, don't blame me... Who can blame me when I'm helpless too?"
"The Five Emperors... The Five Emperors..."
Amid the faint sigh, this supreme domain expert who specialized in the Path of Space vanished from the surface of the river.
Only a profound lament remained, echoing through the fragments of that astonishing hidden scheme.
The Five Heavenly Emperors had finally taken their places!
Each had his own brilliant performance to put on. They would gather on the stage of the Witch-Demon Era's end and compose a myth together.
They were active and lived with a splendor that left people awestruck.
There was Azure Emperor, who had mysteriously vanished, though everyone knew he was living well.
There were the forthright Emperor Yan and Yellow Emperor, who had openly declared their positions.
And there was White Emperor, wearing intertwined masks of light and darkness, hovering between life and death as he waited to strike from the shadows.
Most of all, there was Black Emperor, who had advanced relentlessly, laid plans for years, and prepared countless contingencies for a major upheaval... Even if he himself had no intention of becoming an emperor, once matters came to a head, he would be unable to turn back—even if he wanted to. The choice would no longer be his!
Someone had to