Gao Lan withdrew his deep, piercing gaze and looked down at Yuan Hong, Niumowang, and the other Greater Divine Ability Holders, who were desperately trying to break out of the sword array but stood on the brink of disaster. His right hand slowly drew the Human Emperor Sword.
Its blade was pale gold. The front was engraved with the Sun, Moon, and Stars and the myriad sights of the realms; the back depicted gods, demons, monsters, and Buddhas prostrating themselves. On the hilt were scenes of farming, fishing, and herding, the rudiments of writing, and the countless aspects of the Human Race.
A faint light burst forth. The Human Emperor Sword grew almost transparent, revealing the radiance of the human Dao contained within it.
The radiance surged like waves, slowly lifting a tall, imposing body into view.
He was not a towering figure ten thousand feet high, nor a manifestation of Heavenly Law and Earthly Form. He had the imposing stature of an ordinary human.
The body wore a dark robe, his hair tied casually, without any imperial adornments. Yet simply sitting there, he exuded a kingly presence that commanded submission. His eyes were open, each with double pupils. He seemed awake, but within them lay utter deathly stillness.
The Human Emperor Corpse was hidden inside the Human Emperor Sword all along? The thought had barely risen in Han Guang's mind when cracking, whimpering sounds from the Real Realm reached his ears. It was as though another set of Heavens and Myriad Realms had forcibly entered, making it struggle to contain them and tremble without cease.
The phantom of the Ninth Heaven became distinct. Layer upon layer of ghostly domains and demonic realms materialized, and projections of the Immortal Realm and the Nine Netherworlds appeared together, as though resisting the