The white-haired Eastern Emperor slowly opened his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
Within his unfathomably deep eyes were reflected terrifying visions of the Great Universe flickering into oblivion and heaven and earth first opening.
His presence was as terrifying as an abyss, his majesty inviolable, yet he also unconsciously revealed traces of the vicissitudes of time.
His blood qi had declined not because of the Law-Creation Tribulation back then, but because his cultivation had been too fierce, too aggressive.
Over the years, whether the ancient scenes he had once deduced and recreated while traveling through ancient ruins and battlefields across the universe, or the scenes from before the Chaotic Ancient Era that he had reconstructed from strands of ancient Dao marks refined out of the Underworld's boundless Netherworld...
He had used supreme means to reflect all of them within his mind as reality, plunging body and mind into tribulations, constantly fighting and tempering himself.
Moreover, he had turned illusion into reality, and all that tempering and damage, even the passage of time...
Had been reflected, one by one, into reality and into himself.
Such means were far too heaven-defying and terrifying, touching upon the forbidden domain of space and time.
Seemingly, less than a thousand years had passed, but for him, tens of thousands of years had already gone by, perhaps even longer.
Though his gains had been enormous and his strength had steadily risen unseen, the price had also been considerable, consuming vast amounts of mental energy and blood qi.
As a result, the lifespan of his first lifetime-which should have been unimaginably abundant, enough to leave the world dumbstruck and look down upon the emperors and sovereigns of antiquity-had reached its end far too soon.
"To think this lifetime of mine would end so quickly!"
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