"Heh, the Desolate Sword and the Law Pool!" Qin Tian looked at the two gleaming artifacts before him and felt his forehead darken. He feared bloodshed awaited him today.
Even though the projections of the Desolate Sword and the Law Pool were only at the Saint Dao level, the auras they radiated were still incomparably powerful, supremely divine and sacred, supremely strong and mighty. Looking at them was like a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon, a mayfly looking up at the blue heavens.
They made one tremble involuntarily, truly trampling through the blue heavens of all ages. Their might was far too terrifying.
The Law Pool hovered above Shi Hao's head, trailing strands of dao light, Divine Saint beyond measure. Its crystalline drops of water were veiled in a haze of bloody light. As the water stirred, strands of killing intent burst forth, reducing the myriad dao to nothing.
More than one Quasi-Immortal Emperor had fallen within it, becoming imprints in the Law Pool, eternal and undying, imperishable through countless tribulations.
The Desolate Sword was even more extraordinary. It breathed strands of sword light that tore through time and space and severed the myriad dao. The Myriad Heavens and Worlds feared that sword, for it truly had stood alone across all ages.
Qin Tian realized that the final contingency against the forbidden, manifested by the heavenly tribulation, was not himself, but a certain Milk Baby who shared his ordinary-looking face.
The previous supreme Heavenly Emperor to set foot on the Forbidden Path.
"So it wasn't me. It was Milk Baby!" Qin Tian blurted out.
"I scared myself for nothing." Qin Tian smiled stiffly and wiped away his cold sweat.
Then he said weakly, "That's even scarier, all right!"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Shi Hao raised