The Golden Crow Burns the Heavens, a Myth Descends!

"What... what is he doing?"

Below, the eight hundred prodigies who had survived the tribulation stared at the scene in the sky, their minds completely blank.

If that single finger, which had made an Emperor Weapon ring out in misery, had already gone far beyond their understanding,

then this ten-thousand-zhang God of Demons reaching out to seize a Supreme Emperor Weapon with his bare hand was practically trampling all over their worldview!

That was an Emperor Weapon!

The supreme Divine Artifact an emperor had spent his entire life refining, one that bore the complete Dao of a Great Emperor!

A Supreme Killing Weapon that suppressed the fate of an entire era and could easily destroy a starfield!

Forget grabbing it with bare hands—even getting close would be enough for the Imperial might it radiated to crush a Holy Lord into a cloud of blood!

And now, this monster formed from Senior Xiao Yang actually wanted to... crush it with his bare hand?

"Madness! This is all madness!"

Zhao Wuji slumped to the ground, mumbling to himself, his gaze vacant.

Under the dual pressure of the God of Demons and the Demon Emperor's apparition, the Imperial Dragon Qi inside him had long since curled into a ball, not daring to move even an inch.

He had always believed his Imperial Dragon Qi was one of the noblest powers in the world.

But today, he finally understood what a true "emperor" was!

Before that apparition in golden feathered robes, his Imperial Dragon Qi was as insignificant as dust!

"Is... is this what they mean by immortals fighting?"

A Saintess from an ancient holy land spoke, her voice trembling.

She looked at the ten-thousand-zhang God of Demons in the sky, then at the eyes beyond the distant Light Screen—just as vast and boundless,