The Little Stone Emperor, who had reached a flawless peak, now looked like a shattered porcelain statue glued back together. Cracks covered him from head to toe.
No one knew what had happened. After transforming and reaching the pinnacle, he had begun to fall apart.
"So that's it..."
The Little Stone Emperor seemed to understand. He looked up at the sky, his eyes unfathomably deep.
The cracks in his body kept spreading, yet his aura grew ever stronger. It surged like a vast sea, sweeping across the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
Across those worlds, Kings trembled as they sensed a deadly threat.
Bang!!
His chest suddenly burst open, leaving a terrible, bloody hole. A jet of Essence Blood erupted and pierced straight through the tomb world he had so carefully constructed.
The Little Stone Emperor said nothing. He slowly reached out and gathered the Essence Blood that had sprayed away.
The streaks of bloodlight shimmered with dreamlike colors, each containing terrifying Divine Power beyond compare.
"When the sun reaches its zenith, it begins to set. When the moon grows full, it begins to wane. Even heaven and earth are flawed..."
He sighed softly.
Nothing had gone wrong with his breakthrough. This world simply would not allow another Emperor to appear.
He stood within his tomb, yet seemed to stand above all the heavens.
"Who dares fight me?"
His calm voice carried a trace of loneliness. It rang through the Celestial Realm and spread from world to world, but no one answered. Even the mightiest Stone Kings fell silent with fear.
"You are strong indeed..."
Into that deathly silence came a vast voice that resounded through the heavens, shaking countless worlds and startling countless experts.
"But so am I!"
Everyone was stunned.
Something was wrong with the Little Stone Emperor, and