Even exhausting a lifetime of painstaking effort, one could barely create a single Emperor Scripture.
Yet the Eastern Emperor had actually discarded the methods of the five great secret realms to create an entirely new system distinct from them, establishing another path.
What magnificent daring!
What extraordinary talent!
How breathtaking!
"Rumble!"
Boundless divine tribulations roared.
Endless and inexhaustible, filled with infinite killing intent.
The tribulation was unprecedented, its blazing majesty without end, terrifying to the extreme as it sought to extinguish the Eastern Emperor's vitality.
"Forget a tribulation of this magnitude-even if you were ten, a hundred, a thousand times more terrifying, you still couldn't stop me!"
The Eastern Emperor was drenched in blood, his hair disheveled, seemingly weak.
But his eyes shone with incomparable brilliance, resolute and unshakable, without the slightest retreat.
His entire body glowed, sinews, bones, flesh, and blood resonating together. Endless runes surged upward, and his primordial spirit blazed with immortal radiance, releasing peerless, unfathomable power as they jointly resisted that incomparably terrifying, arguably unprecedented tribulation.
Though the lightning had split his skin and torn his flesh, exposing stark white bones and drenching him in blood, though flesh and fragments of bone constantly scattered across the starry sky, and his primordial spirit was entangled and imprisoned by endless Divine Chains of Order, battered into dimness by ceaseless slaughtering assaults and grievously wounded, the Eastern Emperor still refused to submit, fighting back tenaciously.
With a sudden struggle, he shook those dark-red shackles of order until they wailed and rattled.
His aura grew ever more intense. Within him, the methods and Dao distinct from the five great secret realms had already taken full shape.
The battle prowess he unleashed was actually no weaker than when he had cultivated the secret realm method before, and was even a cut