"Buzzz..."
The universe trembled, and countless stars silently crumbled into oblivion.
On countless ancient life stars, mountains, rivers, sun, and moon hung inverted. Blood stained the world, and wails pierced the nine heavens.
The slaughter... continued!
No! Perhaps slaughter was not the word for it. Erasure was more fitting.
The Dao of a Great Emperor suppressed the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands and the myriad heavens and domains. Coupled with the dharma-ending Desolate Ancient Era, there were no mighty beings left in the world.
For the ancient Supremes and Ancient Emperors, a single breath was enough to extinguish every life on an entire planet.
Even peerless Heavenly Prodigies who had reached the King realm of severing the Dao or crossed the threshold of Sainthood remained ants before a Supreme.
Ants that a single glance could kill ten million times over.
In such an age, no one could bar the Supremes' path.
Those Supremes and Ancient Emperors were like travelers strolling leisurely through the star river, their gazes wandering among the stars.
With no more than a flicker of intent, living beings were erased before they even knew what had happened.
Their bodies crumbled, their blood flowed in rivers, and only the purest strand of their life origin remained, drifting into the mouths of the Supremes and Ancient Emperors.
It became the supreme treasure medicine upon which their survival depended.
Throughout the eight desolations of the universe, only the elderly and the young could survive, for their life origin could not compare with that of those in their prime.
Besides, when the Supremes and Ancient Emperors harvested the great medicines of the mortal world, they naturally had to leave a few seeds behind to savor again in the future.
"Is this Hangu Pass?"
"It's still here?"
A Supreme strolled through the