The Eastern Emperor stepped straight out.
He did not return to the same lifetime as the other three figures.
Instead, in an instant, he returned directly to the era in which he had fallen.
Outside the Calamity Land, he stood in the void, returned from annihilation, his gaze calm and his aura restrained, undetectable to anyone.
Even the seven Progenitors gathered there could not detect the slightest unusual aura.
"Oh, planning to destroy the world?"
He watched the seven Progenitors, who were about to set out together to destroy the world.
His gaze remained calm and unruffled. Though he knew that even if he immediately destroyed the Plateau and the Calamity Land, it would not affect the rise of Desolate, Ye Fan, and the others, he did not do so.
With a thought, he simply set the River of Time flowing forward. "Forget it. I'll leave you to temper those who come after!"
"Cough, cough. Our injuries are too severe. We must enter slumber!"
"The Great Dao injuries to our origin sources are too severe. If we delay any longer, something truly serious might happen!"
Above the ruins of the Calamity Land.
The four Weird Ancestors coughed blood, utterly weakened, and spoke one after another.
They had suffered terrible injuries in their earlier battle with the Eastern Emperor. It was not that they did not want to set out again; they were simply too weak.
The Eastern Emperor had been far too ruthless.
Ruthless to his enemies, and even more ruthless to himself.
He truly had left himself no retreat from the very beginning.
He had never intended to let those who came after reflect him back into existence.
Not only had he burned away all his own origin source and sacrificed all his incarnations throughout endless space-time, but he