The Demon Venerable Is Dead. I Want Him to Dig Up His Own Grave!

Extreme Dao Divine Might surged through the universe.

That domineering aura pressed down on every living being beneath heaven, as though its master ruled all.

Once this man achieved Emperor Enlightenment, no one else of his era could do the same.

Only ten thousand years after his death, when his Grand Dao Brand had completely faded, could anyone else attempt Emperor Enlightenment.

The Golden Age had ended, and the Grand Dao was Unmanifest. For someone to achieve Emperor Enlightenment now was almost inconceivable.

But once they realized he was a Sacred Spirit, it seemed to make sense.

Countless peerless prodigies, unwilling to accept it, were awakened even within their seals.

At first, they bristled at the injustice.

They lamented how unfair fate was.

"Why can someone achieve Emperor Enlightenment when the Grand Dao is Unmanifest?"

"I want to achieve Emperor Enlightenment too!"

"How can heaven be so unfair?"

But the moment those sealed prodigies sensed the Sacred Spirit's aura, they fell silent.

There was no comparison. There really wasn't.

Sacred Spirits were said to be Heaven's favored children.

Even Sacred Spirits themselves might have no control over when they achieved Emperor Enlightenment.

If one could do so in this age, he had to be a mature Perfected Sacred Spirit.

On the other hand, it meant they would not have to compete with this Sacred Spirit for Emperor Enlightenment during a Golden Age.

Many watched the sudden Enlightenment Tribulation with both envy and jealousy.

They regarded that unfamiliar being's aura with awe.

In the Undying Mountain.

Beneath the Ancient Enlightenment Tea Tree lay a mass of chaos, with the Demon Venerable inside it.

People believed he had already succumbed to Dao Dissolution.

Yet even after living for 130,000 years in his Fifth Lifetime, he was still alive.

His hair remained