"My lord, should we attack?" the man asked.
King Qin You waved a hand and merely replied with a single word, "Wait."
Everything fell silent once more.
The Slaughter Immortal Sect seemed to sense something as well and did not send anyone forward to inquire.
Tens of millions of years ago, the Founding Slaughter Emperor emerged.
During the Contention for Destiny, he slew Immortal Yu Ding, one of the hottest contenders of that era, and seized the Emperor Throne.
Afterward, he claimed that immortals were nothing more than this.
Mortals yearned for immortals, believing them incomparably powerful, often arriving astride immortal cranes, carefree beyond measure.
All the beauty in this world seemed describable through immortals.
The Slaughter Emperor had made his name through Immortal Slaying, so he founded the Slaughter Immortal Sect himself.
Thirty thousand years later, the Ancient Emperor sought methods of cultivation from the ten thousand years of history stretching from ancient times to the present.
He traversed the Mythological Era, the Barbaric Era, and the three great eras of the emperors. At last, he created the Ancient Scripture himself, thereby founding the path of antiquity and cultivating his way to emperorship.
At that time, the Slaughter Immortal Sect was in the limelight beyond measure. Everyone believed it had already become a colossal behemoth.
People thought that was its peak, never imagining that it was merely the beginning of this gigantic creature.
Ten thousand years later, the Ten Thousand Calamities Great Emperor endured countless hardships and experienced every tribulation in the world.
Life was a sea of bitterness. We merely struggled within that bitter sea, wishing to glimpse the Other Shore, only to ultimately welcome the journey toward death.
Every person's destination was death.
That was the Ten Thousand Calamities Great Emperor's creed. What he wished to