His eyes were unfathomably deep, as inscrutable as a sea of stars.
His aura was as terrifying as an abyss, pressing down until the heavens rumbled and the Great Universe trembled.
"Rumble!"
At that moment, the Firmament sensed him, and violent lightning flashed across the sky.
The sight was too terrifying. This entire expanse of the universe was covered, wholly submerged!
The Eastern Emperor stood like a heavenly god, his whole body shining, his flesh radiant and translucent, like a lamp from the Immortal Realm illuminating myriad mountains and rivers, while he remained untouched by a speck of dust.
He was in the strongest state of his life. Bloody light above his Heavenly Numen reflected the Heavenly Mandate, and scene after scene appeared, projected onto the firmament: a Supreme was rising, setting foot on the road toward the imperial throne.
The sight was somewhat terrifying, shocking all who saw it!
His Heavenly Numen shone, reflecting the Heavenly Mandate, illuminating mountains and rivers, shattering the cosmos.
A little golden figure walked out from between his brows and ascended into the sky. With a long howl, it swallowed every manifested scene of the Heavenly Mandate, reducing them to nothingness.
He ruled over everything, acknowledging no Heavenly Mandate, accepting no investiture!
Throughout the Six Directions and Eight Desolations, nowhere lay beyond its reach. An oppressive aura descended, filling this expanse of the universe: an endless sea of lightning, forming the greatest "tribulation" the Eastern Emperor had ever seen.
"Rumble!"
The muffled sound was like the war chariot of the Firmament rumbling as it rolled forward. It was as though the ruler had descended to deal with the Eastern Emperor personally and slay him.
Endless lightning opened with eighty-one layers of the Purple Firmament Tribulation. It was the light of the Great Dao, transforming