"What happened to the Nine Heavens?!" Ji Hao's eyes darkened. An ominous premonition stirred in his heart, and the burden on his shoulders suddenly felt heavier.
"It looks like I'll have to pick up the pace!" Ji Hao murmured.
When he had left, the Ruthless Emperor had yet to cross the most crucial threshold to becoming a Red Dust Immortal. Yet in those images, she had already attained the Immortal King Dao Fruit and was immensely powerful, ranking among the Immortal King Giants.
That meant he still had some time. Besides, that was only the future, and the future was uncertain-merely one possibility. Perhaps when he returned, the Weird Race would not yet have begun attacking the Heavens.
He had traveled back into the past precisely to gain more time to cultivate. In the original story, the trio of Heavenly Emperors had lacked sufficient cultivation time. Under successive assaults from the Weird Race, Wu Shi had ultimately died in battle. Wu Shi and Wuzhong had stirred the River of Time to secure a thread of hope for Ye Fan and Ruthless.
Meanwhile, the Heavens had suffered a crushing defeat and been sacrificed once again. Above the Firmament had likewise been devastated and fallen into decline, with seventy percent of its territory sacrificed and more than half its Immortal Emperors slain.
The facts proved that, given enough time to devote themselves to cultivation, Ruthless and Ye Fan had successfully crossed the divide separating them from Immortal Emperors and reached the End of the Road.
Thus, Ji Hao had to buy himself time in the past. No one knew when the Weird Race would appear and shatter the boundless worlds once more.
In the next battle, even the Huangtian Emperor would find his strength insufficient. Perhaps the Weird Ancestors were about to