Unfortunately, whatever the reasons, this Supreme Immortal Emperor of the Dao of Reincarnation was stronger than him now. That was beyond doubt.
The next instant, the heavenly wheel spanned epochs, even transforming directly into an ocean of surging waves. The River of Time writhed like a peerless flood dragon in the sea, and even karmic thunder was assimilated. A sea of reincarnation seemed to truly manifest before the eyes of the world.
Before reincarnation, everything was as flimsy as paper. For all things, time had always been a river flowing toward the future, a rule that held from antiquity to the present. Thus, time seemed to have no such thing as reincarnation. Yet at this moment, the claim that time did not pass through reincarnation became empty talk, and the supremacy of karma became an illusion.
The River of Time was under someone's control, surging forth beneath reincarnation with the mass of ancient history itself. Karmic thunder seemed to be driven by someone, annihilating every existence across all worlds.
The eternal tree with which Son of Heaven sought to suppress his opponent exploded like a shattered vase. Its scattered eternal leaves each buried countless ancient histories.
A great hand destroyed everything and slammed into Son of Heaven's supreme dharma body once more.
Emperor blood filled the sky, and eternity shook. After a bloody battle, Son of Heaven ultimately lost.
"In the end, the gap was still far too great."
As the bloody battle ended, Son of Heaven spoke. Victory and defeat had been decided. For Immortal Emperors, being a little weaker and being far weaker seemed no different. Compared with an Immortal Emperor who could truly manifest the Myriad Heavens and retrace past and present, he still needed some time.
"He lost?"
Exiled Immortal gazed at that phenomenon and spoke