Of them all, the Desolate Emperor had borne the greatest pressure. The Pollen Emperor, who had once reached the Sacrificial Dao Realm, had been cursed by an Ancestral Land Ancestor. Only a wisp of her remnant soul remained in the world, and no one could find where it was. Yet when he looked behind him, he saw no one who could truly support him.
Even the Willow God had little hope of entering the Sacrificial Dao Realm. She had only entered the Immortal Emperor Realm in this Sacrificial Era. As for Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai, the battles of old had all but worn them away. What remained of them now were merely shadows of their former selves.
The Desolate Emperor faced two Ancestral Land Ancestors alone, fighting always in the most dangerous place. Before him stood enemies beyond imagining; behind him stood the Ancient Heavenly Court and every living being of Heaven's All Ages. At this moment, he was their only hope of survival.
Above the Ancestral Land, deep within unknowable space-time, the Desolate Emperor held the Emperor Sword. Grand Dao Wounds covered his body, leaving terrifying marks. Some carried the Curse Grand Dao, others the Destruction Grand Dao, while traces of time and space flowed through still others.
Clearly, the Ancestral Land Ancestors had mastered many Grand Daos. They were beings beyond imagining. Before them, the River of Ages was nothing but illusory foam. Even so-called cause and effect, fate, and reincarnation were things they could destroy at any moment.
And they had turned their power on the Desolate Emperor. The pressure he bore was plain to see: the many Grand Dao Wounds across his body were proof enough.
Blood also flowed from many places on his body. Black hair had sprouted from some wounds, and other strange