Three days later, at the Martial Arts Arena.
Hundreds of millions of netizens each spent one merit point to descend into a vast universe. Though the spectators were as numerous as the sands of the sea, even scattered across this enormous universe instead of gathering neatly to watch, they occupied only a tiny fraction of its space.
At the universe's center, two ancient emperors who had once dominated the world and stood unrivaled beneath the heavens had long been waiting.
The Corpse Emperor was powerfully built, his blood and vitality surging. Though his title invoked corpses, he had long since reversed life and death and embraced pure yang. Not a trace of corpse-like yin energy could be seen in him. He was an emperor who had risen from the Underworld.
Clad in black iron armor, he held a divine bow. An invincible pressure swept across the universe, prompting many cultivators to move away from him the moment they entered the battlefield rather than endure its weight.
The Golden Ancient Emperor's body shimmered with immortal light, illuminating starfields for hundreds of millions of miles. Radiance pierced the sun and moon, while rumbling golden vitality flowed from his every movement, majestic and powerful.
He held the Golden Mace. Gai Jiuyou had once suppressed the original Ancient Emperor Weapon, and it had now fallen into Fang Yang's hands. But the Future Dharma Realm had its own mysteries, allowing the Golden Ancient Emperor to manifest this weapon, which had been bound to his life.
As cultivator after cultivator entered, the Martial Arts Arena finally admitted no one else. The Corpse Emperor and the Golden Ancient Emperor moved.
"Holy shit, why can't I follow any of this?"
"Corpse Emperor, Golden Ancient Emperor, could you two fight a little slower?"
Most cultivators saw only dazzling light