The Desolate Emperor's figure suddenly blurred. When he reappeared, he had already crossed endless space-time. The longsword in his hand transformed into a brilliant river of stars, carrying the force of Heaven-Cleaving Earth-Creation as it slashed toward the Sacrificial Altar drenched in Emperor Blood.
This strike seemed to contain only seventy or eighty percent of his strength, yet it held his ultimate understanding of the Grand Dao Laws. Every sword pattern was etched with disdain for darkness.
He had devoted more of his attention to guarding against sneak attacks. He had always done so over the years.
Boundless blood mist surged forward like savage beasts, roaring as it tried to block him.
This blood mist not only gathered the Origin Emperor Blood of the three Immortal Emperors, but also contained the precious blood of countless geniuses harvested by the Sacrificial Altar throughout innumerable Sacrificial Eras.
The golden essence blood of the Ancient Demon Emperor, the purple blood of the Chaos Demon-God, the scarlet precious blood of the Innate Dao Body... countless different-colored bloods merged within the Void, somehow transforming into a strange white.
It was the color of nothingness, yet it was steeped in dense ominousness. It resembled the Chaos before the universe's birth, yet also the dead stillness after all things had ended.
Deep within the Calamity Plateau, the slumbering beings seemed to sense this provocation. An invisible pressure crossed endless space-time and descended with a crash, reinforcing the Sacrificial Altar.
That pressure contained the despair of the Heavenly Dao's collapse. It made the hearts of living beings across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms contract sharply, as though they would be ground into dust in the next moment.
Yet the Desolate Emperor seemed not to notice. The fighting spirit in his eyes grew fiercer as his second and