Tiger Taisui had said one thing right: there was no greatness in this world that was bound, no transcendence that was unfree.
Even if Emperor Yuanxi had personally arranged it, even for a great existence of the supreme station of a Venerable God, Yu Zhen's own wishes had to be consulted.
Yet when Emperor Yuanxi laid out this plan, Yu Zhen had long since perished from the Dao.
By today, Emperor Yuanxi too had long since exhausted his lifespan and dispersed his divinity.
The side that had not been seen when Patriarch Yu Zhen raised the Celestial Demon Dharma Altar himself could only, years later, ask time itself through a posthumous decree!
Emperor Yuanxi's plan in the Divine Firmament World, spanning tens of thousands of years, had finally borne fruit under the execution of the Investiture Platform. It had forged such a God King body, awaiting Patriarch Yu Zhen's spirituality to return. Enter the Divine Path, and still transcend.
Upon the Long River of Time, two great beings sat facing one another.
Their features could not be clearly revealed, nor could their voices be heard. Layer upon layer of time concealed greatness deep within.
Yet at the sight of this scene, no Demon Race member could remain calm.
After all, this was legend!
The shadowy corridor stretching across the sky had by now nearly occupied the entire heavens.
Quan Yingyang and Jiang Wang, battling within the gloom, had already repeated this game of life and death an unknown number of times.
Naturally, to Jiang Wang, it was life and death. To Quan Yingyang, it was a game.
At the level of a True Demon, one pursued control over one's Dao path, understanding of the world. Without sufficient understanding of the world, no matter how many years one lived, one had