"The sword was forged by me, but the coffin has endured since ancient times. Whatever you see when you face it is what your future will be. Back then, I saw myself reduced to a corpse, chained here. In the end, it truly came to pass.
"What about you? Did you see yourself smashed into a rain of blood, and another being dying without a place to be buried?" The Corpse Immortal Emperor smiled coldly, revealing a shocking secret.
Shi Hao froze at his words. He recalled the scene he had witnessed many times after obtaining the Great Luo Sword Embryo.
The twilight of the gods, a setting sun red as blood. Several great tombs stood above an oceanic sea of blood, silent and still. Two beings stood upon an ancient coffin, drifting with the waves toward an unknown distance.
Was that a vision of the future?
At that moment, many thoughts flashed through Shi Hao's mind. There was no need to guess who those two figures were-they had to be him and his elder brother. In other words, they had not fallen at the Corpse Immortal Emperor's hands. They had succeeded.
At that thought, Shi Hao smiled.
Seeing this, the Corpse Immortal Emperor inexplicably felt a sense of foreboding. Yet he was an Immortal Emperor and feared nothing.
"It is over. No matter what you saw, there is no possibility of surviving an Immortal Emperor's strike."
With that, the Corpse Immortal Emperor acted. The Small Coffin opened with a boom, and portions of a body fell from it-the flesh he was missing, all pure and untouched by dark matter.
Outside, dazzling light filled the ancient temple. The Immortal Emperor's primordial spirit imprint lent its aid, attempting to control those pure remnants and interfere with the Corpse Immortal Emperor.
However,