Immortal King Wu Zhong

"The farce ends here. The conflict between your Two Great Holy Lands came about because someone was scheming behind the scenes. There's no need to keep fighting, and don't bring this up again." Wu Shi looked at the people from both factions and issued his command in an unquestionable tone.

The powerful figures from the Mysterious Yellow and Yaochi Holy Lands exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement.

Though each had their own thoughts, none dared defy the command of the Great Emperor of this age. The people of Yaochi left at once, while Zuo Ning led the Mysterious Yellow Holy Land's people back to their star domain. They then crippled Hai Ding's cultivation and imprisoned him for life.

Wu Shi stood at the peak of the universe, surveying every direction and looking down on the ages. A trace of wistfulness touched his lips, as though he could see through endless void to everything behind the scenes.

"You who once ruled as emperors, revered in your eras—have the years truly worn you down to this wretched state? You scheme again and again, just to leave him and me both crippled. Where is your invincible conviction?"

Wu Shi's words echoed through the depths of the universe, reaching one Supreme after another. They all fell silent.

In the past, which of them had not looked down on their age and stood undefeated? None had an enemy they could not beat, nor a summit they could not scale. They had made all foes tremble, held the cosmos in awe, and shaken Qiankun.

But before the Power of Time, they had yielded. They had admitted defeat.

What they had cut away was not merely their Dao Fruits, but also the conviction that they were invincible—their Dao hearts as emperors.

As they searched their hearts, they