That day, a pall settled over the entire Dao Realm. Those running dungeons no longer dared shout for teammates, stallholders no longer dared hawk their wares, and shopkeepers no longer dared report activities that made a racket.
People hurried through the Dao Realm, communicating mostly with their eyes, afraid to speak.
The Emperors' pressure blanketed the entire Dao Realm. Those who had achieved Alternative Dao Attainment and could make the heavens howl across the Universe felt like tiny sailboats on the open sea, liable to be overturned by a single wave.
Boat shattered, lives lost.
The power they had once taken such pride in seemed pitifully fragile at that moment.
That day, cultivators of the Two Realms witnessed the Emperors' terrifying might. They learned that even beneath the Heavenly Emperor's radiance, the Emperors were supreme powerhouses, unmatched through the ages.
Every one of the Emperors had now reached the Human Dao Pinnacle—the Near-Immortal level!
Some had defied heaven to attain the Dao and leaped straight to the Near-Immortal level. Others had passed from death back into life and gained profound insight between life and death.
The Dao Realm was the Emperors' cultivation ground, and the Immortal King's Corpse had bestowed its blessings upon them. Take any one of today's Emperors and send them out, and they could sweep through the vast majority of eras since the Mythological Era!
Meng Chuan was not the only one progressing. The Emperors had not been standing still.
Cultivators of the Two Realms were at a loss. What had happened to the Emperors?
Little Black's anguished howl rang through the Depths of the Dao Realm. The Emperors appeared there in an instant, and the doors of the Bronze Immortal Palace opened. Ruthless glanced at Little Black, traced the Heavenly Secrets back to their source, and