At the heart of the World Sea, waves crashed against the shore of origin.
Every wave carried the wails of shattered worlds, unceasing for hundreds of millions of years.
The deathly silent place, where only tides had churned in the past, was now torn apart by shrill, venomous curses.
Beneath the Imperial Throne.
Yuan Chu Ancestor was bound fast by chains of divine order blazing with the golden light of the Imperial Dao.
Dao laws flowed over the chains, every inch suppressing the foundation of his Imperial Path and sealing every acupoint throughout his body.
His knees smashed heavily into the ground condensed from world origin. His gray robe was stained with blood, his beard and hair stood on end, and his crimson eyes looked ready to split apart as he glared fixedly at the three figures ahead, roaring without end.
"Shameless! Treacherous little men!"
"Sui Han, Kun Ling, Nether Origin—how dare you three bastards betray me?!"
"I treated you as fellow Daoists and invited you to discuss great matters together. Is this how you repay me? Despicable! Cowardly! A pack of surrenderists who only know how to bend the knee!"
His voice carried the pressure of the Imperial Path.
It shook the surrounding Sea of Origin into monstrous waves.
In stark contrast to his hysteria, the three figures standing before the Imperial Throne all wore solemn expressions, their faces filled with righteous severity.
They drew a clear line between themselves and Yuan Chu Ancestor.
Sui Han Ancestor stepped forward. With a sweep of his sleeve, fragments of time drifted down around him, while righteous indignation filled his face.
He cupped his hands toward the Imperial Throne from afar. "Emperor, I had long noticed that Yuan Chu harbored ill intentions. When he insisted on defying your command and brazenly hunted