"Ugh! Aah!"
Great Sage Cang Yan let out one final, heartrending wail. The sound brimmed with pain, despair, and defiance...
His body was disintegrating...
He could clearly "see" his divine body, powerful enough to burn galaxies to nothing, unraveling and shattering inch by inch.
Golden Saint Spirit blood burst apart and evaporated in the lightning like the most dazzling fireworks.
His soul was being torn apart...
His Immortal Platform was pierced, his soul burned, his will suppressed...
Was he furious? Unwilling to accept it?
Of course!
He hated that little bastard Jiang Zhu, hated this damned Heavenly Tribulation! Hated these nine damned emperor phantoms!
He, a mighty Great Sage of the Saint Spirit Race, who had roamed the starry skies for a thousand years, was actually going to perish here?! All his supreme glory would vanish like a bubble.
Yet just as his consciousness approached utter annihilation, those nine terrifying emperor phantoms, radiating an aura of sole supremacy as though they could suppress the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, were seared into his remaining awareness.
Those were...
Ancient Great Emperors!
Supreme beings who had subdued the heavens, ruled over all races, and ushered in one glorious era after another!
They were the supreme monuments... imprinted upon heaven and earth, revered by all races!
He, Cang Yan, had fought all his life in pursuit of the pinnacle of power. Deep in his heart, had he not longed for that realm?
Had he not regretted never measuring himself against those legendary figures?
And now...
Though he was not facing the Great Emperors themselves, he faced Dao Marks Phantoms imprinted by the Heavenly Dao, representing their greatest fighting strength in their youth!
They were the immortal imprints the Ancient Great Emperors had left upon heaven and earth!
He, a Great Sage of the Saint