Emperor's Might, Entering the River of Sword Light! Where lay the other shore? Beyond the sword light stretched the boundless Chaos Land.
Ink-black currents of chaos slowly churned like viscous ink. From time to time, fragments of shattered worlds drifted past, carrying an aura of utter extinction.
There were no sun, moon, or stars, no passage of time—only eternal darkness and dead silence, along with terrifying Chaos Beings lurking in the depths of the dark, ready to pounce at any moment.
At this moment, however, this deathly silent chaos was thoroughly ignited by waves of vast Immortal King pressure.
More than twenty Immortal Kings stood shoulder to shoulder, Great Daos accompanying them as strange phenomena emerged in succession.
Billions of stars hung overhead, with rivers of stars suspended upside down.
One Immortal King stood atop a sea of netherworld blood, where ghosts and gods wailed.
Another was wreathed in ancient pines that had stood for eternity, Dao rhythms formed by nature itself.
Every Immortal King present was a supreme existence capable of sweeping through an entire world, yet they had all restrained their auras and stared intently at the black-clad figure at the forefront.
Lu Qingyun stood at the very front with his hands behind his back. The smile from before had vanished from his face, replaced by unprecedented solemnity and focus.
What he had said earlier about using Immortal Crystals to trigger Imperial Dao pressure had been complete nonsense.
His true trump card was the innate imperial art that had awakened from the depths of his soul at the moment he advanced the Thousandfold World Secret Treasury and his physical body became comparable to that of an Immortal King—the Imperial Dao Reincarnation Art.
This was power engraved into his instincts, the true core of an Immortal Emperor's art. Even