"Xuan, do you know what you're saying?" True Dragon asked, his voice hoarse and disbelieving.
"I know exactly what I'm saying."
Ye Xuan looked around at everyone, his gaze calm as still water. "Do you think the Dark Turmoil is caused by Immortal King-level beings alone?"
"No."
"The source of darkness is billions of times more terrifying than you imagine. A true Emperor was even buried there."
"What?!"
"An Emperor?"
This time, not even Willow Deity could remain calm, let alone the Ten Fiends.
That word was too weighty.
Since time immemorial, Immortal Kings had stood at the pinnacle.
The so-called "Emperor" existed mostly in legends and conjecture, a nebulous realm beyond reach.
Could Emperors truly exist in this world? And had one really been buried at the source of darkness?
"Yes, a true Emperor! Otherwise, where do you think the legendary Era of Emperor Fall came from?" Ye Xuan couldn't help sighing.
Everyone was left with a terrible suspicion.
Emperor Fall... Did it mean the fall of an Emperor?
The atmosphere fell into a heavy silence.
It was as if an invisible mountain had settled on everyone's heart, leaving them unable to breathe.
Qingyi and the witch stood behind Ye Xuan. By now, they were so frightened they hardly dared to breathe, their faces pale as paper.
They felt like two ants who had wandered into a battlefield of gods and demons and overheard a terrifying truth capable of overturning their entire worldview.
Was the Dark Turmoil actually even more terrifying than the war between the two worlds?
Did that mean the world they lived in was always on the brink of destruction?
"Xuan..."
After a long while, Willow Deity finally spoke. Her voice carried an unmistakable weight. "Is what you're saying true?"
"Every word."
Ye Xuan nodded, his