Most of the martial artists in the Langya Paradise had already withdrawn, with only a small number still scattered in its corners.
In the void, the peerless figure holding a war halberd shifted his gaze to Shi Lan and the others. His eyes seemed to pierce through the river of spacetime, crossing several million years to behold the present age.
Deep within Tianwu Yangyu's eyes, flames reignited. He raised his hand and slashed open his chest with his blade. The wound was deep enough to show bone, and his violently beating heart could be seen faintly within. Strands of golden blood wrapped in the might of the Emperor's Dao surged through his entire body in rhythm with his heartbeat.
His bloodline was extraordinarily pure, almost having reverted to its ancestral origin.
"Emperor's blood flows through my veins. Take whatever you wish!"
His face was filled with fervor. Perhaps there was still a chance to make amends for the mistakes committed by the Tianwu Clan.
Not far away, the youth's brows were tightly furrowed as he stared at the phantom of the Linglong Great Emperor, his face filled with confusion. In his memories, there was absolutely nothing concerning the Ancient God-King beneath the altar.
In the later age, after obtaining half of the Linglong Ancient Jade, he had opened the Langya Paradise by a twist of fate. It had been utterly desolate inside, without Yin Gods or any living beings—only a bare altar.
At that time, there had been only an opening beneath the altar. The Linglong Ancient Jade that should have been stored within had already been taken away, its whereabouts unknown.
Even in this era, the Linglong Great Emperor should have been someone who had died several million years ago. Resurrection should have been utterly impossible. Yet the figure