Perhaps one day, that fallen Weird Immortal Emperor would return from the River of Time, reclaim his corpse, and set off another storm of bloodshed.
Meanwhile, the Desolate Emperor was silently cultivating within that forbidden land.
The perceptive Dao Ancestors sensed something: the Desolate Emperor's actions were by no means accidental.
Though the fallen Immortal Emperor appeared to have left behind neither inheritance nor secret treasures, the Weird Clan possessed forbidden arts capable of summoning back the dead.
The Desolate Emperor's cultivation within that forbidden land was very likely an attempt to completely erase all traces of that Immortal Emperor's existence, leaving him with no possibility of revival.
His existence was like an immortal monument, shielding All Heavens and Myriad Realms with his own body and safeguarding their peace.
Even when facing the most terrifying darkness and unknowns, he had never retreated in the slightest.
"Desolate Emperor..."
Whenever the Dao Ancestors of All Heavens and Myriad Realms silently recited that name, their voices carried a reverence akin to worship.
That figure seated cross-legged within Heaven's forbidden land had long become the totem of faith in their hearts. It was as though, so long as he remained, darkness could never devour the light.
Only time flowed quietly like water, unchanged by any person or thing.
On this day, monstrous waves suddenly rose from the depths of the Sacrificial Sea. Two figures carrying terrifying pressure streaked across the sky like meteors and began a fierce clash above the sea.
Every punch they threw and every palm strike they unleashed shattered space inch by inch. The Sacrificial Sea surged with waves hundreds of miles high, as though the end of the world had arrived.
This was a battle between Dao Ancestor-level experts. Every movement displayed the majesty of the Grand Dao, yet also