A legend had long circulated among many great clans: the Undying Heavenly Emperor might not have died, but instead become an immortal!
In truth, there was no conclusive evidence for this claim. Perhaps it was merely the reverence people held for the supreme deity in their hearts, woven into myth and glory. No one knew the truth.
"That's right. The one who died here wasn't the Undying Heavenly Emperor, but Taihuang," Jiang Zhu said.
"It was actually Taihuang!" Great Saint Hun Tuo stood rooted to the spot, speechless for a long time.
An Ancient Great Emperor had died here, filled with unwillingness. Not far away, Emperor Blood still burned, its flames unextinguished to this day-the struggle of his unresolved obsession.
Becoming an immortal! It had been the dream of countless heroes throughout the ages, yet no definite records showed that anyone had truly succeeded.
Looking at it now, all of this was nothing more than one tragedy after another. Even Ancient Great Emperors had failed, ultimately falling into pools of blood on the Road to Immortality, burdened with endless regrets.
"What was that roar on the battlefield?" Hun Tuo murmured, looking toward Jiang Zhu. He already had a guess, but could hardly believe it.
In hindsight, that roar had truly made his hair stand on end. It seemed to carry profound fury toward the Undying Heavenly Emperor, rebuking him loudly, seething with hatred.
It was far too strange.
What exactly had happened in the past? Why had such intense unwillingness remained, branding that voice into the void across the ages, still undispersed to this day?
That voice had been so terrifying, and still lingered. It was very likely the furious roar of a Great Emperor-level figure. Could Taihuang have left it behind?
"That was the Fighting Saint Emperor's roar," Jiang