Startled Awake from Broken Dreams of Ancient History, Even Dry Bones Contended on the Emperor's Path

Across the Myriad Heavens North Sea, wind and clouds changed color, and the sky turned black as ink.

It was as though an invisible hand were stirring the Heaven and Earth of countless ages.

The news concerning the Burial Land and the secret of becoming an Emperor was more than a pebble thrown into a lake.

It was more like a heavy hammer wreathed in the aura of time, crashing down upon the dust of history.

It jolted awake the colossal beings slumbering at the bottom of the River of Years.

This was the most dazzling Golden Age, with myriad Daos vying for supremacy and a hundred ships racing against the current.

It was also the cruelest age of darkness and turmoil, with every order collapsing and every rule being reshaped.

The Great Dao hung like a blade above every cultivator's head. Without becoming an Emperor, they would ultimately turn to dust.

Rumble!

In a forbidden region of the Northern Sea known as the Sea Eye of Oblivion, even birds ordinarily dared not cross, and all life had been extinguished for ten thousand miles around.

Now, however, a roar like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting suddenly erupted from that deathly still sea.

The seawater boiled and surged backward into the sky, as though the end of the world had come.

Deep within the bottomless sea eye lay a mass of primordial divine source sealed beneath billions of tons of ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

Its surface, covered in the weathering of time and ancient Dao patterns, suddenly burst apart.

Crack! Crack!

Ice fragments scattered, becoming a glittering storm that filled the sky. Every shard held enough cold to freeze a True God to death.

Yet at the heart of that storm rose a terrifying surge of blood vitality, desolate and