At a certain point along the River of Time, the Stone City suddenly glowed with a hazy light and resonated with that moment.
Wang Xuan looked down.
In the scene below, the Otherworld's vast world teemed with life. Its civilization flourished, with no sign of an approaching apocalypse.
Within the Otherworld's Ancient Ancestor Restricted Zone, an immense Holy City stood upon the land. An extraordinarily well-hidden Emperor aura was silently permeating the entire Stone City. It was the Demon Emperor's Primordial Spirit, slowly refining the city into a dwelling for itself.
"Looks like we've arrived."
A crystalline, unfathomably mysterious Space Gate suddenly appeared in the restricted zone. Intricate, tangible characters and patterns flowed across it, rendering the gate indestructible.
"Which fellow cultivator is this?"
A deafening voice rang out from the Holy City. Vast sound waves shook the past and stirred the future, as though they could pierce the Heavens and Myriad Worlds. The demonic voice rumbled through heaven and earth. "Since you've already entered that world, why have you returned to the lower realms?"
The entire Otherworld erupted. Only a Holy Ancestor could possess such might.
"You've taken someone else's home and made yourself comfortable, and you're proud of it? You're a disgrace to Emperors everywhere."
A Hand of Heaven reached out from behind the gate and grabbed straight for the Holy City. One moment it had just emerged from the Space Gate; the next, it was already above the city.
A blue beast claw reached out from the Holy City to meet it head-on.
"Now that you've all left, the Heavens and Myriad Worlds will belong to me."
The Demon Emperor's tone was imperious. "How can you call it taking someone else's home? I am the lord of the heavens!"
Boom!
The two Emperor-level combatants clashed in midair,