The First Human Emperor of the Human Race Descends

The voice came abruptly, yet somehow as if it were only right and natural.

It was clearly so calm that it held not the slightest ripple, yet it contained a supreme power where words became law, casually tearing open a massive gap in the pressure jointly laid down by the three Saint's Incarnations—Haotian, Jie Yin, and Zhun Ti.

The terrifying force pressing down on the Jie Teachings immortals and Asura warriors, powerful enough to crush their souls, vanished in an instant like smoke and clouds.

"Pfft..."

Daoist Duobao propped himself up on the ground and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, gasping for breath in great gulps. In shock, he raised his head and looked toward the void.

Who was it?

Who possessed such terrifying strength that a single sentence could break open the combined pressure of three saints?

Could it be Master himself had arrived in person?

And it was not only him. Every immortal, god, demon, and fiend who had regained their freedom now looked toward the direction the voice had come from with the lingering terror of survivors after a calamity.

Above the Nine Heavens, the expression of Haotian's incarnation instantly darkened to the extreme.

The two Saint's Incarnations, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, also knit their brows tightly. The compassion and suffering on their faces were, for the first time, replaced by an emotion called solemnity.

They could clearly sense that an aura in no way inferior to their saintly status—and even, on some level, more ancient and more profound—was descending.

"Playing ghost and god! Get out here for Us!"

Haotian roared in fury, the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor erupting as he tried to force the person hidden behind the curtain to show himself.

However, the moment his voice fell, a figure appeared without