He had spent over ten thousand years refining the Chaos Bell, the Heavenly Dao Battle Box, and all his other magical treasures anew with supreme laws, bringing them through ultimate sublimation and elevating them into unimaginably powerful Quasi-Immortal Emperor magical artifacts.
"Dong..."
Within the ancient ruined realm.
It had long since been utterly destroyed.
It should have been filled with desolation and barrenness, without a trace of life.
Yet now, within a stretch of Chaos Immortal Soil that even Immortal Kings could not easily detect, life flourished, lush and green, with spiritual energy swirling, immortal qi drifting, birds singing, and flowers perfuming the air.
"Dong..." A great bell rose and fell there, its toll lingering.
Chaos wreathed its entire body as it breathed endless Xuanhuang in and out, gleaming with ten-colored radiance.
Through the haze, endless universes and even great realms of the heavens seemed to revolve around it. Majestic and ancient, it flowed with unfathomable Dao rhythms and boundless mystery.
The Eastern Emperor's figure was imposing, mysterious imperial light wreathing his body.
His form was somewhat indistinct, surrounded by infinite Great Dao laws and suffused with the aura of the Great Dao.
At first glance, he seemed not to belong to this age, as though he sat cross-legged before endless ages had passed, yet in another fleeting impression, he seemed to sit beyond the end of Ancient Times...
"Hmm?"
At that moment.
The Eastern Emperor, who had been expounding the Dao to the Demoness, suddenly sensed something and stopped.
He looked beyond the Boundary Sea, his gaze piercing, a flash of coldness crossing his eyes. "They really are lingering ghosts that refuse to leave. They actually found their way here?"
"My lord, what is it?" The Demoness was astonished.
She too looked beyond the realm, but all around was