Deep within the Sea of Worlds, the waves churned violently, and the seawater exuded the stench of death.
Cang Di's face alternated between green and red. He stared fixedly at Ye Xuan ahead of him, an irrepressible humiliation surging in his heart.
He was an ancient Quasi-Immortal Emperor, the one who had ushered in an age of darkness and looked down upon the myriad heavens throughout the ages.
Yet today, he had been mocked by a junior. That junior had called him old.
Those five words were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into his Dao heart.
He felt fury—and fear.
His Quasi-Immortal Emperor weapon had been shattered, his forbidden supreme art broken, and every means at his disposal had become useless.
Looking at the purple aura swirling around Ye Xuan, he understood that he simply could not contend against this monstrous junior.
Cang Di gritted his teeth and made a decision that none in the Myriad Worlds could have anticipated.
He turned and fled!
With both hands, he tore open the void and forcibly opened a passage into the River of Time. Transforming into a streak of black light, he fled madly toward the far shore of the Sea of Worlds.
He had abandoned the dignity of an Emperor. Now, he wanted only to survive.
Ye Xuan's expression was cold. Watching Cang Di's fleeing back, he was not surprised.
His white robes fluttered in the wind as he stepped forward, treading upon the River of Time and calmly giving chase.
One Emperor fled while another pursued. Like two eternal streams of light, they tore through the spacetime of the ages.
The River of Time roiled beneath their feet. Scenes from the past flashed endlessly past, while visions of the future became blurred.
The sight was too shocking. The fluctuations