Continuing the challenge, sweeping the Myriad Races Battlefield clean, eternal battle souls!

Within the Myriad Races Battlefield Illusion, the aftershocks had yet to fully subside. Shattered space slowly writhed and healed like hideous scars.

The earth was riddled with wounds. Bottomless rifts crisscrossed it, and deathly silence shrouded the surviving regions.

The young prodigies who had neither died nor been forced out of the illusion huddled in the shadows of ruins far away.

Their faces were deathly pale, their auras weak. All bore injuries to some degree, caught in the aftershocks of a Great Emperor-level clash.

Without exception, their eyes brimmed with unparalleled horror.

They stared fixedly at the white-robed figure who still stood tall at the very center of the battlefield.

He... he slew it?

A Battle Imprint at the great emperor realm... had truly been slain?!

A Supreme had slain a Great Emperor?

This was a myth! A legend!

A heaven-defying feat that overturned the iron laws of cultivation upheld throughout the ages!

Earlier, the Third Elder of the White Bone Imperial Clan had been suppressed by the Academy's rules, unable to unleash his full strength, and only then had he been slain.

That could still be explained!

But what about the Battle Imprints in the Myriad Races Battlefield?

Though it was merely an incomplete imprint, not a true, fully realized Great Emperor of the present age.

But the Emperor Dao Laws and level of power it possessed were genuinely emperor-grade!

That was an absolute gulf between levels of life, a chasm like the divide between immortals and mortals!

How could anyone cross it?

An heir of an Immortal Family knelt on one knee amid the ruins, an immortal cauldron hovering dimly overhead. His immortal robes were torn, and golden blood stained the corner of his mouth.

As he looked toward Ye Tian, his gaze was indescribably complicated.

There was