Another day passed, and news arrived.
The Secret Realm had spiraled out of control. Countless monsters had rushed out of the Emperor Mausoleum, slaughtering their way through the Secret Realm! Powerhouses from every faction had suffered grievous wounds, and even Holy Lords from various regions had fallen!
The Holy Lords of this age were nothing like those of the Dharma-Ending Era ten thousand years later. Every one of them possessed the strength of a Saint!
Even figures like these had perished within the Emperor Mausoleum. That alone showed how far the Secret Realm had slipped out of control, and how dangerous it had become!
"Thank goodness the Demon Race's Azure Emperor was there this time. Otherwise, who knows how many more would have died!" a cultivator sighed.
Having now reached the Great Saint level, Wan Qing's strength far surpassed that of the older generation's powerhouses. He remained invincible among those at his level, capable of slaying even peerless Heavenly Prodigies like himself. With such strength, he could practically swagger unchallenged across Big Dipper, and even through the universe.
"Exactly! In this crisis in the Secret Realm, if the Azure Emperor hadn't held off that Quasi-Emperor corpse single-handedly, everyone might have been wiped out!"
"Who could disagree? Who would have imagined a Quasi-Emperor corpse would emerge from the Emperor Mausoleum-and that it would have been assimilated into a monster!" As the man spoke, he could not help trembling with fear. He had glimpsed it from afar, and the aura emanating from that corpse had made the Great Daos of all the heavens tremble. He would never forget it!
Across the world, whether among the Human Race, the Demon Race, or the few members of the Primordial Myriad Races still walking the earth, nearly everyone hailed him as the Azure Emperor, acknowledging