Eight thousand years ago, the event that had brought about countless changes over the ensuing eight millennia slowly unfolded before Qi WuHuo through the Three Pure Dao Ancestors' divine powers. Even within this gathered, manifested image, that battle-axe still radiated a primitive, savage aura that made the heart tremble at the sight of it.
What terrifying being had the Jade Emperor fought to the death back then?!
And after killing that colossal god, burdened with the fate of Creation of Heaven and Earth, he had still borne wounds of that magnitude. He had separated Empress Houtu and Gouchen in their battle, steadied Changsheng and the Northern Emperor, returned to the Soaring Heavens Palace, recalled Great Emperor Ziwei of the Central North Pole, and entrusted him with what was to come.
Afterward, he had let the vast, boundless aura of Heaven envelop all living things for an entire night.
He had soothed the hearts of the immortals and gods. Only after finishing all of that had he closed his eyes and passed away, transforming once more into the Jade Emperor Zhang Xiaoyu of today.
The title and deeds of the Great Celestial Venerable Jade Emperor blazed like a torch through the ages.
Qi WuHuo lowered his eyes. Everything he had experienced over the years—even things that had existed only in legend—connected in an instant. Why had Emperor Lord Donghua chosen, at any cost, to break through the rank of Emperor Lord, even attempting to lay claim to Taiyi's title?
Why had the Judicial Great Celestial Venerable's actions grown so extreme eight thousand years later?
Under the threat of fear, their hearts, once held in check, had come alive again. They were willing to pay any price to ascend beyond Great Grade and attain the position of Emperor Venerable. According to the