Twelve great Kings had moved together. Never in all the ages had such a thing been heard of!
And yet it had happened!
Canglan roared inwardly. Every word exploded deep within his soul, and even his Dao Heart, unbroken through the ages, trembled.
He truly wanted to curse, to tear this absurdity that defied all reason to shreds!
He had roamed the ages and looked down upon All Heavens. When had he, Canglan, ever faced such a predicament?
How was he supposed to deal with this?
"Not choosing? Then shall I choose for you?"
The figure standing atop the Fire Lotus looked at Canglan, a hint of mockery in his voice.
The weapon in his hand was absurdly huge. Neither quite a greatsword nor quite a slab of steel, it was streaked with dark red patterns that flowed like lava. It looked almost like...
An enormous red door!
Boom!
With a slight turn of his wrist, the "door" let out a deep roar as it cut through the air, pressing even frozen Space-Time into a shallow dent.
The weapon looked far heavier than any ordinary one, yet in his hands, it moved as freely as flowing water.
Canglan's face darkened as it never had before.
The arrogance with which he had looked down on the ages and treated All Heavens as his chessboard had vanished.
Fate had never seemed so absurd!
"You... you all..."
Canglan's voice was dry and hoarse, trembling with a primal fear he himself had yet to notice.
Twelve Kings from the future!
The very notion overturned everything he knew!
How was that possible?!
He knew exactly how hard it was to become a King!
It was the ultimate realm pursued by countless beings across trillions upon trillions of worlds!
The pinnacle of the Immortal Dao, the