"One thought arises, and a hundred worlds fall into desolation. With the turn of an eye, the vast ocean transforms into fields."
At the edge of Heaven and Earth, that enormous and blurry figure spoke, sitting cross-legged as if living in the days of yore, overlooking the Three Thousand States of the higher realms.
This was a War Emperor!
He dominated the Primordial Times, created myths, and founded the legacy of the Imperial Clan, a supreme ancient existence.
No one expected him to still be alive. According to the bone texts, he had long since transcended into the river of time, turning to dust; how could he appear again?
This was an unimaginable scene, beyond belief!
The War Emperor, who once reigned over the world, had campaigned across the Three Thousand States, towering over the nine heavens, and with the blood of countless giants, established an invincible reputation.
