Blood Emperor Robe

Blood Emperor Robe. Among them were the two Great Dao Patriarchs of Ancestor God Mountain, Yinyun Zi, Lianyun Zi, as well as the three newly advanced Creator-level experts: Tang Hailong, Fang Yuan, and Li Feiyu. At this moment, in the deepest seabed of the Ancestor God Continent—named by the two Great Dao Patriarchs and hundreds of thousands of miles away—several experts had gathered and truly begun their final plan. Besides them, Yang Pan sat upright among them, his gaze incomparably steady and his heart brimming with confidence, as though he had obtained some tremendous benefit. Dressed in an immaculate imperial robe, he bore none of the dejection of a fallen emperor. Instead, he possessed the air of one who truly ruled the world: whoever he wanted dead would die. This bearing carried the aura of a sovereign over living beings. It was the temperament Yang Pan had nurtured by slaughtering and blood-sacrificing a hundred million people in the turbulent currents of the void. His cultivation had advanced even further, reaching an unfathomable realm.

"By all reason, there should no longer be any Yang God experts in Origin Land. But there may still be experts of the ninth thunder tribulation there, as well as powerful figures standing at the threshold of the final step, making their breakthroughs. I know that after the successive leaders of Central World stepped down, they all went to Origin Land. Some of them are likely still alive. Those people's magical power can only be described as terrifying. We must proceed with caution..."

"Your Majesty has been concerned." Hong Xuanji's expression was calm as he gave a slight bow, maintaining the rites between sovereign and minister. "Though I have suffered a great upheaval in my family these past days—my wife and children scattered, my martial arts completely