Like the first ray of light at the creation of heaven and earth, it drove away all darkness. As Meng Chuan finished speaking, the darkness dissolved without a sound, leaving not a trace.
That eye burst apart. Then Meng Chuan's words followed an unseen thread of karma to the Black Emperor a hundred thousand years later.
The Black Emperor, cultivating in seclusion in a hidden place, snapped his eyes open. Shock and fury filled them.
"Who dares ruin my plans?" The Black Emperor was about to investigate when Meng Chuan's words rang out before his true body.
Bang!
The Black Emperor exploded into a mist of blood. This God King among the Immemorial God Kings, a being at the pinnacle of all Xiantian God-Demons, could not withstand even a single sentence from Meng Chuan.
Then, within a holy land somewhere in the universe whose exact location no one knew, the Black Emperor's form took shape again.
This was the Xiantian Holy Land that had nurtured the Black Emperor and given birth to him.
In this world, Xiantian God-Demons fell into two categories according to their origins. The first were born in Xiantian Holy Lands, formed from the pure Great Dao of heaven and earth. Their potential was the greatest.
The second kind was born from Ritual Sacrifice. Their potential was lower, but as long as Ritual Sacrifice continued, they would live forever. The Xiantian gods of the first kind called them false gods. “Heaven,” who looked just like Dao Venerable Fu Min, was the foremost among these gods born from Ritual Sacrifice.
Setting the latter aside for now, the former possessed one trait: as long as a Xiantian God-Demon's own Xiantian Holy Land endured, he would never truly die.
At that moment, the Black Emperor had undergone Resurrection in his