The ominous aura fell into disarray with the Ancestors' death. The scene manifested across all worlds, shaking every being watching the battle to their core.
"Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"
Countless living beings could not help roaring aloud.
Even an Ancestor hailed as undying had been slain by him, beyond even the Plateau's power of revival.
At that moment, the name Desolate Heavenly Emperor thundered in every ear, etched deep into the souls of all living beings.
He had only just entered this domain, yet he had fought and slain an Ancestor with such unflinching resolve that everyone trembled in shock, including all the strange beings on the Plateau.
How could they not be terrified? In the end, they had still failed to completely reverse the course of history.
In an instant, their hearts quaked, and a bone-piercing chill crept down their backs.
The three Ancestors were inexplicably horrified, even seized by a powerful sense of fate. Some things, it seemed, could not be escaped or surmounted.
"A wisp of ghostly mist shrouded our dreams, blanketed all worlds, and changed our fate... could the spread of that same mist also be why our divinations could never achieve complete success?"
One Ancestor murmured, his expression exceptionally grave, an unshakable solemnity gathered between his brows.
"This cannot continue, or we all risk utter annihilation," another Ancestor said.
"Indeed. Today, let him see what true invincibility means! Sacrificing the Great Dao and trampling all daos beneath your feet does not mean returning to the primordial state. Come-meet your death!"
An Ancestor suddenly roared. Then each of them shone, weaving together blinding divine radiance.
At the same time, a phantom of the Plateau appeared behind them.
The Plateau shook violently. Dense, ominous fog billowed out, washing over them like a tide, as though the entire Ancestral