"Heavenly Emperor."
An aged voice rose from deep underground, hoarse and low, with an unmistakably conciliatory tone.
The voice paused, seemingly weighing its words. "Our Underworld keeps to its own corner and rarely initiates a dark turmoil. The karmic entanglement formed with you when you attained the Dao was entirely the will of the Heaven-Reaching Underworld Treasure. It had nothing to do with our Underworld."
The Supreme Being who spoke tried to avert this annihilating disaster with words.
Wang Xuan did not stop. He did not even lower his head to look toward the source of the voice.
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and grasped through the air at the great Yellow Springs River below.
The waters of the Yellow Springs surged backward with a thunderous roar!
Black waves rushed against the heavens, sweeping up tens of millions of tons of putrid sediment and white bones.
An ancient corpse that had awakened to sentience, covered in black hair and radiating overwhelming corpse energy, was forcibly dragged out of the water by an invisible force.
The ancient corpse was as enormous as a mountain. Every black hair stood rigid as an iron spear, and the void rotted wherever its corpse energy passed.
He had been an Ancient Emperor in life. After being buried in the Underworld for a hundred thousand years, he had long since awakened to sentience, and his strength approached that of a Supreme Being.
Now he struggled wildly in midair, his iron claws tearing through space as he let out shrill howls that pierced the eardrums.
Wang Xuan closed his fingers.
Bang.
Black blood mixed with yellow-green corpse fluid exploded across the sky like a blossoming flower of decay.
An ancient corpse comparable to a Supreme Being was crushed into a cloud of foul-smelling blood