No one knew how long that battle lasted.
Beneath the Emperor Tribulation, the Void shattered and stars fell.
The Immortal Emperors' roars mingled with the howls of the Other Race. These Immortal Lords could not even make out what was happening.
Shen Ming had not died.
That was what all the survivors found hardest to believe.
Not only had he survived, he had actually overcome the Emperor Tribulation.
Amid thunder filling the sky, trapped in the desperate slaughter between the Immortal Emperors and the Other Race, he had endured the Emperor Tribulation through sheer force and stepped into the Emperor Realm.
He now wielded... the Life-Creating Dao.
But the price had been horrific. His body now resembled shattered porcelain, covered in cracks, and his aura was utterly feeble.
Had it not been for the Life-Creating Dao's inconceivable vitality, he would have died beneath the lightning tribulation long ago.
But the Immortal Emperors had not all perished either. Whether they could still be considered alive was another matter.
More than thirty Immortal Lords had survived.
They had escaped amid the chaos, like dogs driven from their homes, hiding in the most remote corners of the Immortal Realm for long, drawn-out years.
There was no longer any place for them in the Immortal Realm.
The Immortal Emperors might have been gravely wounded or driven mad, but their foundations remained intact. They were still a force the survivors could not contend with.
So they hid.
They hid in the most remote corners of the Immortal Realm, deep in uncharted reaches of the Void, in places no one could find.
A day, a month, a year.
They dared not use communication talismans or cultivate for fear of leaking their auras. They did not even dare extend their divine sense to investigate the outside world.