Sword light shot into the heavens, the Immortal Cauldron suppressed the world, and endless pollen shimmered as they battered the five Ancestors until they nearly perished. Had the final two Ancestors not returned to reinforce them, half of the Plateau's fighting force would have been wiped out, falling into true eternal silence.
Even so, the seven Ancestors were gravely wounded and on the verge of death. Seeing this, the remaining Immortal Emperors let out long cries, wanting to drag the Ancestors down with them.
However, the gap in realms was simply too vast. Apart from the Empress, who could contend with them to some extent, everyone else was annihilated.
The grand age was bleak; eternity turned to nothing!
A true Emperor-Fall Era had begun. No cultivators capable of piercing the heavens remained in the Myriad Realms. Beginners who could fly through the air were already considered powerful in the eyes of mortals. Civilization withered, paths of evolution broke one after another, and the entire world sighed in despair.
The Empress held back the Ancestors, while Wu Shi used his own body to fill the gap, leaving a sliver of hope for future generations.
"One day, we will return!"
Azure Emperor let out a long cry and dismembered his own flesh, evolving an Immortal Realm within the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin to shelter the surviving cultivators from the Dark Turmoil.
"The Three-Life Bronze Coffin is a place where the strong lie dormant, not a Burial Grounds. It is a place to recuperate, so that one may grow stronger in the future! A coffin is a place of slumber, a place of rest, and a war fortress for the strong!"
God Emperor shouted. He broke free from his cocoon, ascended into a butterfly, and entered a state neither alive nor dead.