The Returning Barren Heavenly Emperor

"You should go back!" Anlan said indifferently before Imperial Pass, looking at the bloodied figure standing atop the cauldron.

This figure, who seemed to have descended like a Heavenly Emperor, remained silent throughout. No one could see his true face; it was obscured by mist. But they could sense that he was in the prime of life, for a vigorous force of life emanated from him.

His eyes were unfathomably deep, as if they could pierce through the myriad ages and see through the secrets of Heaven.

Anlan suddenly spoke, his voice like thunder. "You should understand that you and I are not in the same space-time. Our chance encounter cannot change anything."

"If I had a choice, I'd really want to kill you before I go back!" The man standing atop the cauldron sighed, his voice tinged with regret and a hint of helplessness.

"Then come and try! Even burdened by the Heavenly Abyss and forced to support the Original Imperial City with one hand, I, Anlan, am still invincible in this world!"

Anlan smiled faintly, supremely confident!

"If you truly wanted to fight, you wouldn't hesitate. You can't stay in this time for long. Go back. I have a feeling we'll meet again in the future—and fight!" Anlan said.

"Why?" Behind him, the Foreign Realm's creatures asked in confusion, hoping Anlan would make his move now.

A mass of light appeared, and Yu Tuo emerged!

He spoke softly. "We're not in the same space-time. If we really started a war, the heavens would collapse, and time would fall into chaos. Perhaps nothing would remain!"

Yu Tuo explained the situation. He knew there was no way to start a battle; both sides could only hold back.

"It seems you have no shortage of enemies in that space-time." Anlan spoke