The sky was clear and the air crisp. Everyone above King level had vanished. Enemies and friends alike had entered the Initial Holy Land.
To everyone's surprise, the Portal closed the moment they entered.
At the same time, the Heavenly Sacred Relic that had formed a miniature world trembled, then shot into the sky toward the Portal.
Those outside had no way of knowing what was happening in the Initial Holy Land, but the Eighteen Emperors inside were terrified.
Their expressions changed violently. All eighteen faces twisted, and muffled sounds came from every mouth.
Clearly, they wanted to speak.
Meng Chuan eased his hold on them just enough.
"A trap! It was all a trap! Pangu, Nuwa, Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors—you're vicious!"
One of the Five Heroes of Chaotic Ancient shouted, his voice thick with hatred and unease.
"You laid this trap back in the Chaotic Ancient Era, all to draw every last one of us into the Sole True Realm. Pangu, you're despicable!"
The Emperors were on the verge of cursing aloud. They had seen through the truth of the Initial Holy Land.
They all turned to Meng Chuan and urged him frantically:
"Release us! We have to fight our way out together, or we'll all die here!"
"Hurry! There's no time!"
Meng Chuan shook his head. "It seems you still don't understand."
"You're working with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? You plotted this together?"
"No. I've never spoken with them, and I've never even met them." Meng Chuan denied the Emperor's accusation.
"Then why are you still keeping us trapped here?" Another Emperor was on the verge of breaking down.
"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors mean to wipe out every Emperor! You entered the Initial Holy Land too. Do you think you can escape?"
"Fool!