Thirty emperors beneath the eternal blue heavens; how many sages lay buried in dust? Time was merciless. Since the Mythical Era, three eras had come and gone. Over such a vast span, there could hardly have been only thirty-odd Dao-Attainers. It was simply that more of those Supreme Beings had chosen to fall into the Life Restricted Areas.
"The true emperors are all dead." Black Emperor sighed. This was not merely his own opinion, but a conclusion Great Emperor Wu Shi had reached after studying ancient history.
The emperors Great Emperor Wu Shi spoke of were the Dao-Attainers who had once protected the Great Universe, whose first lives had shone brilliantly, and who had rendered great service to all living beings.
The Ancient Emperors and Supreme Beings who had performed a Self-Severing Slash and fallen into the seven great Life Restricted Areas no longer deserved the title of emperor, for they were no longer who they had once been.
Void, Hengyu, Lunar Yin, Solar Yang, Chaotic Ancient Emperor, Jiuli, Western Empress... and those nine generations of Great Accomplished Saint Physiques, who had spilled their blood on the battlefield to preserve an age of peace.
Even counting Azure Emperor, Fighting Saint Emperor, Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing, Bright God, Origin Emperor, and the other emperors of different races, there were only thirty-odd.
"Have they truly passed away?" Ye Fan looked at the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's Son, thinking of Amitabha on Mount Sumeru. Recalling everything that had happened, he could not help murmuring, "Those who truly died live on in the hearts of all beings, and instead retain a thread of hope for life. Those who seem alive cower in the Forbidden Zones, reduced to walking corpses, puppets of immortality."
"In the end, what does it mean to truly be alive?"
Those emperors