One after another, devoid of even the slightest aura, all had fallen.
"The ninth floor has ended. The tenth floor begins."
That voice rang out again. When it faded, a figure appeared before Ye Lin.
The figure sat upon a golden throne, clad in a dragon robe and crowned upon his head. His eyes held not the slightest emotion, yet radiated an ultimate oppressive force.
He merely watched Ye Lin in silence.
"Tenth floor: kill the Dragon Emperor's projection."
Looking at the Dragon Emperor before him, Ye Lin felt an intense pressure bearing down on him.
"Dragon Emperor? Could he be that foremost emperor from ten million years ago?"
At the mention of the Dragon Emperor's title, Ye Lin could not help recalling a legend.
Legend had it that ten million years ago, a dragon clan genius had received the fortune of heaven and earth, his bloodline reverting to that of the ancestral dragon. From then on, he swept all before him, suppressing every genius throughout the Star River Cosmos with his strength alone until none could raise their heads.
In the end, the Dragon Emperor alone shattered the shackles of the Star River Cosmos and departed beyond it.
The era in which the Dragon Emperor lived was mockingly called the Dark Age, because in that age, geniuses of the same generation did not even dare show their faces. No matter how monstrous you were, no matter how formidable your talent, before the Dragon Emperor, you could only serve as a stepping stone.
While Ye Lin was still lost in thought, the Dragon Emperor above made his move. His expression remained indifferent, giving Ye Lin no chance to catch his breath.
The Dragon Emperor slowly rose from his throne, carrying an overwhelming pressure with him.
He used no flashy tricks.