Inside the Ancient Bronze Hall, the oppressive atmosphere had reached its limit.
It felt as though a primordial demon mountain weighed upon everyone's heart.
The figure that had emerged from the largest black-gold coffin merely stood there in silence, yet he severed the path ahead and crushed the heavens of all ages beneath his presence.
This was an indescribable terror.
He was tall and imposing, majestic as a mountain. The Sovereign Armor draped over him was battered, covered in the sword and saber scars left by time.
It was even stained with Emperor Blood that had long since dried and blackened, yet none of that could conceal his peerless bearing—a presence that swallowed the Eight Desolations, supreme above all.
These were the true remains of a God Sovereign!
Even though his soul had long since been worn away by the endless years, even though dark, anomalous substances had now corroded him, dragging him down from that supreme realm and turning him into an ancient corpse of God Venerable rank.
His flesh remained imperishable, still retaining the instinctive pressure with which he had once looked down upon the heavens and regarded all living beings as ants.
Thud!
The God Venerable Ancient Corpse took a step forward.
As that step landed, the entire Ancient Bronze Hall groaned violently. Countless intricate runes burst apart on the walls, unable to withstand the weight of this sovereign's flesh.
A nearly solid black ripple spread outward. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, dissolving into absolute nothingness.
"Is this... a God Sovereign who once stood at the pinnacle of the divine path?"
Behind him, Su Qinglian trembled. Despite her peerless talent, she felt a shudder rising from the depths of her soul.
Before that aura, True Gods were mere ants, seemingly stripped even of the