A Purple-Gold Great Path stretched across the sky, as though a new heaven had replaced the old.
All manner of phenomena appeared, welcoming the Emperor who strode along the path.
He wore a purple-gold imperial crown, and a faint purple-gold sheen flickered across his face.
His aura was terrifying beyond measure. The heavens seemed to bow beneath his feet, leaving all who beheld him breathless.
His aura was somewhat stronger than Azure Emperor's had been at his peak, before his battle with Meng Chuan.
Purple Qi from his body washed over heaven and earth. It was like entering another world as he stood upon the Great Path and looked down across the Eternal Ages.
Even the River of the Ages gave way, refusing to touch him.
With every breath, he could shatter a Star Sea. His power was terrifying to the extreme.
As this Emperor emerged, endless ripples spread through Heaven and Earth, which could scarcely bear the pressure.
At the same time, a War Chariot drawn by nine Ancient Beasts appeared in the sky.
The Ancient War Chariot radiated crushing pressure, suppressing the Void. Beneath the beasts' feet flowed the River of the Ages; each step crossed an Era.
Even those nine Ancient Beasts would have been invincible in the outside world. Few Immortal Kings could match them, let alone subdue them.
They belonged to an ancient race of supreme strength, their Bloodlines no weaker than those of True Dragons. Otherwise, how could they be worthy of pulling an Emperor's chariot?
An Emperor rose from the War Chariot, shrouded in haze that made him impossible to see clearly.
A pair of wings grew from his back, joined to his Emperor Body in seamless Primordial Unity, perfect and without flaw.
He looked like a sacred being.
For such a sacred