The Honored One remained still.
Even as his subordinates fell into a disadvantage, he did not move.
The slaughter continued.
The Azure Emperor Palace had controlled the Eastern Continent for tens of thousands of years, its foundation unimaginably deep.
His forces were continuously perishing.
The Overlord's battlefield was the only place where they held the upper hand; everywhere else, they were losing.
"Boom."
An Imperial Palace within the organization exploded.
Cornered by two Supremes of the same rank, Fuchen could not hold on. His physical body was annihilated, his soul extinguished.
The tide of battle turned against them.
The Azure Emperor Palace’s foundation was too deep, their power too immense.
"Heh heh."
The two First-Rank Emperors who had fought Fuchen sneered and joined other battlefields.
The scales of combat began to tip.
The fight between Liu Quezi and the Poison Scorpion was incredibly fierce.
But Liu Quezi was not his true self, merely a wisp of divine consciousness fighting. He too… fell into a disadvantage.
The Daoist and the Nine-Ringed King Daoist fought to a stalemate.
Watching his subordinates fall one after another, the Honored One still showed no signs of movement, as if none of it concerned him.
His gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed on the Azure Emperor Palace.
Lost in thought, it seemed.
...
The Southern Continent, the Central Continent, and the will of the Immortal Realm.
All experts above the Half-Emperor realm were observing the battlefields of the two continents.
No one intervened to help; they all chose to watch.
"Heh heh."
The will of the Immortal Realm let out a cold laugh. "The fighting isn't fierce enough yet, not enough people have died."
They were all despicable beings anyway, the more that died, the better.
The River of Origin continuously surged, its power feeding back into the river, and his own strength grew in tandem.
With each death, his connection to the river weakened.
If everyone perished, he could break free from the river and emerge.
This was his plan.
When the Dark Realm descended, and billions of lives were slaughtered, he could directly escape the River of Origin, transform into its master, and flee this place instantly.
This was his plan, the only one that could free him from the shackles of the River of Origin.
"Hum."
Suddenly, a spiritual body materialized before the will of the Immortal Realm.
"Crimson Emperor, what brings you here?"
This figure was wreathed in flames.
"To watch the show."
The Crimson Emperor smiled calmly.
"Can't the Crimson Emperor Palace watch?" the will of the Immortal Realm grumbled.
"The view isn't as good here."
The will of the Immortal Realm: "..."
Just as he was about to speak, the spiritual body of the Yellow Emperor appeared.
"Interesting."
The Yellow Emperor watched with keen interest.
Such a brutal battle had not been seen since the Five Directions Heavens established order in the Immortal Realm ten thousand years ago.
With the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors suppressing the Immortal Realm, such battles would not occur again.
The only one missing was the Black Emperor...
The will of the Immortal Realm asked, "Where is the Black Emperor?"
"Who knows."
The Crimson Emperor and the Yellow Emperor wore indifferent expressions. "He escaped the assassination back then, we don't know where he's recuperating."
If this were heard by outsiders, it would surely cause an earth-shattering uproar.
The Black Emperor had been jointly assassinated by them.
He had merely not perished.
The Crimson Emperor sneered, "If someone hadn't held back, how could he have possibly escaped."
His tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
The Yellow Emperor shrugged, saying nothing.
Holding back?
It was out of the question.
No one knew the situation back then better than he did.
That year, the four Heavenly Emperors had joined forces with the will of the Immortal Realm to assassinate the Black Emperor.
It should have been a foolproof trap, yet he managed to escape in the end.
And the point of his escape was through the Yellow Emperor.
He had chosen to break through on the Yellow Emperor's side and succeeded.
No one understood that feeling better than the Yellow Emperor; he had sensed… the aura of death.
The Black Emperor was definitely not a Fourth-Rank.
He was likely on par with his own cultivation.
If the Black Emperor knew he was doomed, he would definitely have the ability to drag someone down with him.
And that choice had been the Fifth-Rank Yellow Emperor.
Otherwise, the Black Emperor would never have chosen to break through via the Yellow Emperor's position.
In the end, the Yellow Emperor had opened a path.
He had no choice but to do so; he didn't want to die, only to have others reap the rewards.
He had thought that even if the Black Emperor escaped, he wouldn't be able to evade their pursuit.
But who could have imagined that after more than a thousand years, they still couldn't find any trace of the Black Emperor?
It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
But one thing was certain: the Black Emperor was definitely still alive.
The Crimson Emperor then asked, "Do you think that Honored One might be the Black Emperor?"
"Who knows?"
The Yellow Emperor shrugged. "The First Palace Master of the Twelve Palaces, there's a sliver of a possibility."
Another bombshell of information.
News that others didn't know, they could casually reveal.
The Honored One was, in fact, the First Palace Master of the Twelve Palaces.
"Oh?"
At this moment, the Crimson Emperor let out a soft exclamation.
His gaze fell upon the Western Continent, and he chuckled, "This is getting interesting."
The will of the Immortal Realm and the Yellow Emperor turned their gazes over simultaneously, and then their eyebrows shot up.
Indeed, it was interesting.
...
Western Continent.
Hum.
Around Bai Di Mountain, above the head of a Second-Rank Emperor, space suddenly tore open.
"Careful."
Blade Sovereign was the first to react.
He was a peak Third-Rank Emperor; no one here could react faster than him.
A sharp blade light instantly slashed out, striking the rift.
Bang.
The rift shattered.
'Ah...'
A scream echoed from within the rift, and then the rift smoothed over.
"Hmph."
Blade Sovereign coldly snorted, "Trying to play tricks under my nose, Chen Fan, what do you take a Third-Rank Emperor for?"
Stealing someone right under my nose, is that even possible?
"Heh."
However, as soon as his words fell,
A light chuckle came from the spot where he had just stood.
The familiar voice made Blade Sovereign's expression change drastically.
On the spot, a spatial rift appeared, and Chen Fan emerged from it.
With the Celestial Cloud Sword in hand, he swung it down.
"Boom."
A Second-Rank Emperor, without any power to resist, was directly slain by the Sword of Life and Death.
A broken Imperial Palace appeared, but it vanished in a flash.
"Haha."
Chen Fan laughed heartily, taking the broken Imperial Palace and the remnant soul of the Second-Rank Emperor, and vanishing from the spot.
Simply done.
"Presumptuous!"
Blade Sovereign roared with rage.
He instantly pursued, but another rift appeared, and Chen Fan had already disappeared.
At the extreme limit of his vision, Chen Fan reappeared.
In his hand, he held the soul of a Second-Rank Emperor, which was being annihilated.
"Ah... Blade Sovereign, save me..."
A piercing scream echoed across the skies of the Western Continent.
"Stop."
Blade Sovereign's expression changed.
A Second-Rank Emperor was very powerful.
Though he hadn't broken through to the Third-Rank, he was still a core member of the Bai Di Palace.
"Heh."
Chen Fan's only response was a cold sneer.
Then, with a heave of his arm, he obliterated the Second-Rank Emperor.
Effortlessly.
The Second-Rank Emperor had no power to fight back in his hands.
"Chen Fan..."
Blade Sovereign roared in fury, "You are courting death."
"Heh heh, you're going to kill me?" Chen Fan scoffed.
Can you teleport?
If you can't teleport, you can't kill me.
If you dare to make a move, I'll randomly teleport and kill whoever I please.
This was also why Blade Sovereign dared not pursue further.
The surrounding Emperors had all gathered by his side, their expressions filled with dread.
He was too strong.
The slain Ancient Emperor, he was considered a strong figure among the Second-Rank Emperors of Bai Di Mountain.
Yet, he had no power to resist, his Imperial Palace instantly shattered, and then he was taken away and killed.
This…
This was clearly the strength of a Third-Rank Emperor.