Lu Hao entered the rift. This was the Spatial Battlefield of the Seventh Heaven.
It was completely dark here, without even the slightest trace of light. The surrounding space was of unknown size, and one could only probe it with a martial artist's spiritual power.
Lu Hao picked up an unknown piece of scrap from the ground and squeezed it hard. A thumbprint appeared on the scrap.
"These are weapons shattered during the great battles between Heavenly Kings back then. The Seventh Heaven is generally the main battlefield for Level 7 and Break Eight experts."
"Even Break Eight experts might not enter the Eighth Heaven, because the threats there are greater. The Sky Tomb lies deep within the Eighth Heaven, and no one knows what is hidden inside."
"Just among those I know of, there are several Initial Martial artists there. At the very center, there might really be an Emperor's remains."
Seeing Lu Hao's actions, the Heavenly Dog spoke.
"An Emperor's remains? If there really were any, the Three Realms wouldn't be like this today."
"Not to mention that three thousand years ago, Initial Martial Supreme Powerhouses were already exploring that place. If there really were an Emperor's remains, they should have found it."
"Those Initial Martial artists would probably have turned the world upside down by now. Besides, no one knows what the Ninth Heaven is like now."
"Perhaps the Emperors are all lying dormant in the Ninth Heaven, waiting to revive. My Fat Spirit might even be waiting for me in the Ninth Heaven."
Shi Po smiled as he spoke.
Hearing Shi Po's words, Lu Hao silently gave him a thumbs-up in his heart. There really were Emperors in the Ninth Heaven, and they were not dormant Emperors, but Emperors who had been alive all along. His