"Where is the one from the White Era?"
The Green-Eyed Immortal Emperor swept his gaze around the Underworld, frowning. The White Corpse Immortal Emperor, whom he had arranged to meet beforehand, had not come. Instead, the chief sacrificer had descended.
"I am here."
A streak of sword light cut across the Great Universe, tearing through the Void. The White Corpse Immortal Emperor arrived with an Emperor Sword on his back, standing tall and carrying a trace of heroic spirit, no longer as deathly and gloomy as before.
"Where did you acquire this Immortal Sword, fellow Daoist? It is not your natal Emperor Weapon."
The Green-Eyed Immortal Emperor looked at the sword with great interest. Even for Immortal Emperors, Emperor Artifacts were not forged casually. Many Immortal Emperors refined only one artifact in their entire lives, a symbol of their supreme Great Dao.
"This is the Human Emperor Sword."
The White Corpse Immortal Emperor said calmly, "I obtained it from a secret realm. There are great opportunities within, and I fear there is more than one Emperor Weapon."
The Green-Eyed Immortal Emperor's heart stirred. Looking toward the other two Dark Immortal Emperors, he said thoughtfully, "The two of you came because of this as well."
"Correct."
The chief sacrificer, the Gray-Mist Immortal Emperor, nodded and took a Reincarnation Seal from his robes. It circulated an aura of life and death as he smiled. "I also gained benefits from that secret realm."
"There is great fortune within." The final Immortal Emperor smiled. "Among the Plateau, you and I are relatively close, so I specially invited you to share in the benefits."
"I will remember your kindness, fellow Daoist." The Green-Eyed Immortal Emperor beamed. Wherever there were people, there were factions. Even among the Plateau's ten great Immortal Emperors, there were different cliques.