The Truth of the Dark Cataclysm

Heaven and earth fell silent. Countless gazes turned toward that big black dog, every pair of eyes filled with dread.

An immortal—even crippled, he was still an immortal, a being who grasped the power of Immortal Dao order, an existence above Supreme Beings. And just like that, he had been exiled.

This dog was the real dog.

That was not an insult. It meant this dog truly was that dog with an incomparably powerful origin. Otherwise, how could he possibly command such terrifying power?

The Black Emperor swept his gaze across heaven and earth. Profound patterns interwove within his eyes as he looked into the distance. In his gaze, he saw a vast city and one towering figure after another. He said coldly, "I do not wish to see this happen again. Also, do not expect this emperor to protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. The height at which this emperor stands is different from yours."

He was furious.

He was incomparably enraged by what those people at Imperial Pass had done. If this had been his era, clowns like that would have been suppressed and killed long ago. Leaving them alive would only cause disaster; they might even be more terrifying than the enemy.

During this period, he had not only been robbing tombs. He had also been asking about the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and had investigated a great deal of information. What he hated most was that the people of the current Three Thousand Provinces only knew how to drown themselves in luxury and pleasure, utterly unaware that they could be destroyed at any moment. In such an environment, how could true powerhouses possibly be born?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

If his true body could descend, he would definitely