Merak Holy Land.
Four ancient emperors had descended at once to attack Merak, yet none had succeeded.
Nearly a million disciples gazed up at the massive light screen in the sky as if on pilgrimage.
The saintly elders of the sect had jointly erected the Myriad Worlds Sky-Patrolling Grand Formation, projecting scene after scene from the mythic battlefield—the clashes between masters of the imperial path.
A Great Sage capable of plucking stars and seizing moons at will could be called a giant of the present age, a living god whose overwhelming combat power allowed them to look down upon an entire ancient star.
Yet compared to masters of the imperial path, they were no more than fireflies before the moon.
The shockwaves from clashes between imperial-path giants could shatter countless starfields at once, grind them into dust, scatter them in all directions, and shift them millions of miles from their original positions.
They twisted the laws, returned all things to chaos, and wielded every manner of unimaginable mystical power.
"Didn't the Holy Son say he had a way to quell the dark turmoil?"
"The universe is suffering calamity now, and all races are crying in agony. How are we supposed to save the common people?"
The one speaking was Daoist Mountain Phoenix, a mighty expert at the third level of the Quasi-Emperor realm.
The fourteen peerless great demons he had brought back from Mars stood in a row behind Ye Fan. With the Heavenly Jade Three Elites gone, he had become the pillar supporting the entire Merak Holy Land.
The great demons all looked eagerly at their Holy Son. Did he truly have a way?
They were demons by birth, but they could not bear to watch living beings suffer such devastation either.
"With the greatest dark turmoil since