"Really? I don't believe it!"
This was the phrase the Old Golden Crow had said most often since emerging into the world. Although he had fought bloody battles through the Nine Heavens in his first lifetime, he had never attained the Dao as an emperor, never had the chance to reign invincible over the universe for tens of thousands of years, and had yet to fully forge that blindly self-assured Dao Heart of "Only I Am Supreme."
Instead, ever since his emergence, the emperor had suffered one blow after another. His entire worldview had shattered repeatedly, leaving him suspicious of everything.
Although Great Emperors of antiquity never met one another and their relative strength could not be determined, all living beings carried a scale in their hearts. Across the ages, certain extraordinary figures shone so brilliantly that their distinction was plain to see.
The Immortal Emperor was worshipped by the myriad races. In the eyes of many powerful races, he was a godlike existence, far surpassing the Primordial Ancient Emperors. No matter how one looked at him, he was a ruthless opponent.
"Such a heaven-filling opportunity truly leaves me fearful and uneasy. I would feel ashamed to accept it."
The emperor sneered and asked, "Fellow Daoist Gai is no weaker than I am and has a chance of attaining the Dao. Why doesn't the Heavenly Court claim this fortune on the Immortal Path for itself?"
Obviously, they were worried that the Immortal Emperor had not entered complete nirvana and still had strength to spare.
Even the Old Golden Crow could break out of nirvana and use an Emperor Tribulation to threaten the Executioner Sword Formation. How much more dangerous would the Immortal Emperor be? Who knew what contingencies he had prepared?
If they really provoked a Heavenly Emperor-level Five-Colored Divine