An Emperor's voice rang out, answering the Immortal King Wu Shang.
Heaven and earth seemed to retreat. A towering figure in black appeared to walk out of ancient history and the river of time. The myriad Daos withdrew, and even the will of heaven and earth could not approach him. Boundless Emperor Qi spread, time manifested behind him, and ancient history flowed beneath his feet.
He was serene, without an aura that weighed upon the heart. Beyond the power that made heaven, earth, and the myriad Daos submit, there seemed to be no further display. Yet precisely because of this, everything was all the more terrifying.
"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor Wusheng."
Whether from the Nine Heavens or the Immortal Domain, all the kings bowed in submission at that moment.
In the void, watching Lin Yue descend, the Immortal King Wu Shang fearlessly met the power that stabbed at his Primordial Spirit. Lin Yue, too, did not use his power as an Emperor to force him into submission.
"Wusheng, have you become an Emperor?"
Seeing this imposing might, Wu Shang spoke. He swept his Great Halberd, his courage soaring into the heavens.
"Indeed. I have already entered the Emperor Realm. Wu Shang, do you have any last words?"
Lin Yue still held respect for this king before him, who had been his opponent since Immortal Ancient. As Wu Shang had once said, if not for their opposing allegiances, the two might truly have sat together to discuss the Dao.
"Good! Good! Good! I admire your talent. After contending through the ages, you have ultimately taken the lead. A pity that time would not wait for me."
At this moment, even with his great realm shattered and its kings destroyed, the Immortal King Wu Shang showed no dejection. Instead, he praised Lin Yue.