"One walks the Emperor Path alone."
The World-Ending Old Man said coldly, "My apologies, Fellow Daoist Emperor Yu. In this lifetime, only one person can claim the Immortal Emperor Throne."
Once, the Dark Dao Ancestors had stood united, walking shoulder to shoulder as they harvested All Worlds.
But when a genuine opportunity to become an emperor appeared, their former alliance crumbled to dust, revealing how fragile it truly was.
"Old bastard, come die!"
Emperor Yu roared, utterly crazed. Someone had destroyed the foundation of his ascension, perhaps costing him any chance at the Emperor Throne in this lifetime.
Blocking someone's path was worse than murdering their parents. It was a true blood feud.
If this epoch passed without either emperor perishing, their enmity would endure for hundreds of millions of years, never ending even when heaven grew desolate and the earth aged away.
The Emperor-Slaying War Spear's killing aura shook the heavens. Second only to a true Emperor Weapon, it could be called the foremost Quasi-Emperor Weapon. Having slain the White-Clothed Quasi-Immortal Emperor and drunk deep of emperor blood, it had become uncannily sinister, steeped in the aura of the Dao of slaughter.
Clang!
Brilliant immortal light burst forth, illuminating epoch after epoch. The histories of all ages rose and fell within it as the Emperor-Slaying War Spear struck the World-Ending Old Man. Though this peerless powerhouse had set foot upon the Imperial Path and nearly become an Immortal Emperor, even he had to bleed before this blow.
The World-Ending Old Man staggered backward. His arm had been struck and nearly severed. His crystalline emperor blood shone brilliantly, exuding an aura of dark origin extremely close to that of the Corpse Immortal Emperor.
For countless epochs, the Corpse Immortal Emperor had drawn upon the essence of the Sea of Realms