The True Scripture of the Evil Emperor

Ling Xiao drew back his thoughts, firmly refusing to believe he would think such things. It was clearly the Heart Demon stirring up trouble, yet it still wanted to shove the blame onto him.

As expected of a Heart Demon—truly shameless beyond measure.

No bottom line whatsoever!

"Master, great and wise Master, are you tired from standing? Hurry and come sit on Little Horse's back."

The Netherworld Heavenly Horse wagged his tail and sidled over like a lapdog, laying on the flattery thick.

"You're not bad."

Ling Xiao smiled faintly and patted his horse head in approval.

This fellow had not chosen to betray him. Whatever the reason, he deserved praise.

"As I should, as I should."

Golden Horn Dao Lord nodded repeatedly.

"Let's go! Keep searching for treasure." Ling Xiao gave the order, and everyone prepared to set off.

Suddenly, an indescribable aura—a will that shook the soul—enveloped them, enveloping this stretch of heaven and earth. Then came a vast, majestic voice.

"Ah... my eyes, where are my eyes? Give me back my eyes..."

The voice erupted without warning, spreading through the multiverse and countless barriers, blanketing these ruins and even piercing through into the Mythic Battlefield outside.

At once, countless living beings seemed to have been struck by a immobilization spell, frozen where they stood and unable to move. All of them looked in the same direction without prior agreement.

It sounded like the end of the world. Within it, they could also hear complex emotions—resentment, fury, evil intent, hatred, bewilderment, and more.

"Eyes? What eyes?"

Someone stared into the depths of the ruins. There stood a black phantom, a shadow lying horizontally across the multiverse, a colossal figure pressing down upon the heavens and myriad realms.

Yet where his eyes should have been, there was only emptiness,