The gate Beyond the Heavens closed, and Wang Xuan vanished through it. Across the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, few could rest easy.
Xiao Chen did not leave. He settled on a star platform where the Nine Provinces met Beyond the Heavens, his Battle Sword across his knees. Several Nine Provinces Ancestor Gods remained there with him.
They all wanted to see how events in the One True World would end.
Three days later, the first ripple spread from the closed gate.
It seemed faint, but when it reached those on the star platform, every face changed.
The wine bowl in one Nine Provinces Ancestor God's hand cracked on the spot. Wine spilled across the ground, but he did not notice. He stared at the gate for a long time before finally speaking.
"An Emperor has fallen!"
Sure enough, a blood-red pillar of light soon rose into the sky above the worlds, staining the entire starfield crimson. It was an omen that appeared only when an Emperor fell.
Wang Xuan was truly hunting Emperors in the One True World.
For the first thousand years, almost no one could remain calm.
Ripples came from the One True World one after another, and omens of fallen Emperors lit up across the heavens in their wake. Each one gripped the hearts of countless powerful beings.
As time passed, however, those tremors grew fewer.
After a thousand years, the shock of battle again shook the River of Time. Soon afterward, another omen of a fallen Emperor lit up the heavens.
This time, it caused nothing like the uproar it once had.
The powerful beings of the heavens had grown numb.
An old Ancestor God looked at the towering omen. Without rising, he sighed softly. "The Ancestral Dragon truly deserves his reputation as the most brilliant