Zhatian: I, Haotian, am the first emperor of the human race!

Chapter 578 The Desolate Emperor Reappears in the World! The Hope of All Living Beings!
The moment everyone began to call upon the Desolate Emperor.

day,
Suddenly it was quiet.

"Yes, I've always been here!"

A gentle voice rang in everyone's ears.

For a time,

Countless people were stunned into silence.

The bodies of the Heavenly Emperors trembled slightly.

The twelve strange emperors looked somewhat bewildered.

Everyone looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

Emperor Desolate Heaven...

Was he really always there?

"Buzz!"

The scriptures written in blood burned in the void, and a gentle breeze swept across the myriad realms, causing the darkness and ominousness that shrouded the heavens to suddenly dim at this moment.

Above the years.

The original space.

Everything here has been obliterated. Thousands of great paths have been burned away, laws have dissipated, time and space no longer exist, and the years have ended. Only thirteen terrifying figures have remained here for eternity.

"Cough cough..."

Blood gushed from the mouth of the Great Emperor Wushi.

His imperial body was cracked and covered in wounds, with blood dripping from it, but his eyes shone even brighter, as if they could see through everything. His spirit and energy had reached their peak, and his invincible aura was undeniable...

Although the battle against the Great Emperor Wushi was extremely difficult.

but,
But he was never defeated.

At this moment, the expressions of the ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites all changed.

They heard that voice.

That is--

shortage!
Is he still alive?

He's always been there?
how can that be!

Wasn't he already dead?

"Who?"

"Who is pretending?"

"Huang is long dead! He died at our hands!"

One of the founders of the Taoist rituals roared.

His voice carried a hint of fear, as if he were recalling that nightmare from the past.

In my dream—

Six of them will die completely.

Even the eerie plateau could not revive them.

this moment.

The ten founding ancestors of the Taoist priesthood were somewhat afraid.

They were confident that they could deal with Ye, Wushi, and the Empress.

嗏

If another Desolate Emperor were to appear.

They were unable to continue fighting against them.

after all,

They are simply too incredible.

"How can it be?!"

Everyone in the strange tribe was shocked.

Desolate Emperor…

He's always been there?
Doesn't that mean the Heavenly Court has a fourth powerful priest?!

"boom--"

At this moment, beyond all worlds, a dazzling light suddenly illuminated everything in the myriad realms that had been shrouded in darkness, shining upon the entire heavens and penetrating all time and space, past and future.

"Shh!"

The brilliant sword light shines through the ages.

what is that?
The world witnessed a scene.

A figure, seemingly invincible throughout eternity, slowly emerged from countless dimensions. In his palm lay a pool of law-based lightning, and in his other hand, he held an imperial sword. His aura was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth; even the progenitor of the sacrificial path could not contend with him…

shortage!
Desolate Heavenly Emperor!
Everyone was in tears.

"shortage!"

"The Desolate Emperor!"

Countless people shouted and roared, seeing hope in their hearts.

"shortage!"

"My brother!"

A fat man cried his eyes out.

Liu Shen stared blankly at the figure of the Desolate Emperor, a hint of relief appearing in her eyes.

"child…"

"You've finally shown yourself!"

Tears streamed down Master Meng's face.

"boom!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The Desolate Emperor took a step forward and appeared above the Ages, arriving beside the Great Emperor Wushi, and gently patted his shoulder.

The Desolate Emperor remained silent.

He simply gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly in silence.

Then--

With a fierce swing, it cuts down everything!
"boom!"

The dazzling sword light pierced through countless ages. This sword strike, without hesitation, aimed at the four ancestral priests of the sacrificial path, intending to suppress, obliterate, and utterly annihilate them.

In an instant.

The brilliant light is forever imprinted between heaven and earth. No matter how much time passes, even as years go by and time fades away, the brilliance of this sword will endure forever.

It will never be forgotten.

"boom!"

The dazzling sword light pierced through eternity.

At this moment, whether in ancient times, the present world, or the future, across endless time and space, through countless years and among countless living beings, everyone saw this sword, and at the same time, they also saw the four figures fighting against the Ten Ancestors of the Sacrificial Dao above the ages.

Emperor's Fall, Immortal Ancient, Chaotic Ancient, Mythological, Primordial Ancient, Desolate Ancient...

Each era.

Endless creatures.

They looked up, gazing outwards, and witnessed the imposing stature of those four figures.

In the Immortal Ancient Realm, someone recognized Wu Zhong as the leader of the Primordial Ancient Realm and the leader of all living beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

In the chaotic ancient times, someone recognized the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

In the ancient times, someone recognized the Three Emperors.

The four of them single-handedly stood against everything, fighting against the ten great ancestors of the sacrificial rites, and blocking all the strange and ominous things!
"boom!"

The sword light fell.

The bodies of the four great ancestral priests shattered.

嗏

They quickly reassembled themselves.

After all, beings in the sacrificial realm are at the pinnacle of the world; such beings are practically impossible to kill unless they are truly crushed.

"shortage!"

"You're still alive!?"

The eyes of one of the founders of the Taoist ritual were filled with disbelief.

The Desolate Emperor coldly looked at them, holding the Law Thunder Pool in one hand, his Desolate Sword traversing the sky, its dazzling imperial light illuminating the ages, unstoppable and invincible.

"I never died!"

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor spoke, his voice resounding through countless ages, echoing in everyone's ears:

"These years."

“I have been looking for an opportunity to truly annihilate you all, and now…”

"This opportunity has arrived!"

Hear the words.

The ten founding ancestors of the Taoist rituals trembled in their hearts.

Countless people's eyes were filled with shock.

The Ten Great Ancestors of Sacrificial Rites were Annihilated!

How arrogant is this?
"furious!"

"Even if Haotian himself came, he wouldn't dare say he could wipe us all out by himself!"

One of the founders of the sacrificial rites said indifferently.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor looked at them indifferently and said, "The Heavenly Emperor Haotian had already eternally silenced one of you, so why have you gathered all ten of you again?"

"Could it be..."

"You have more than ten priests?"

"never mind!"

"today--"

"Suppress the plateau!"

"Suppress the turmoil!"

"Sweep away the bad luck!"

The majestic voice of the Desolate Emperor resounded in everyone's ears.

Hear the words.

Countless people were filled with excitement and their blood boiled.

"Kill the Supreme One who is the source of the strangeness!"

"Sweep away the ominous!"

Many people shouted.

This is the common voice of all living beings in the heavens. Countless people are roaring, their hearts trembling, their emotions surging, and they are howling at heaven and earth.

this moment.

All the heavens resonate, all realms echo.

The Desolate Emperor has returned, his imperial light shining through the ages, causing darkness to tremble and misfortune to shake, regardless of how many progenitors the source of this strangeness may have.

today!

They will all perish!

"kill--"

The Desolate Emperor roared.

He took the lead in offering sacrifices to the four founding ancestors.

not far away.

Ye, Wushi, and the Empress stood side by side.

The Great Emperor Wushi was covered in blood, his body riddled with wounds from the Great Dao, clad in blood-stained clothes, but his eyes burned ever brighter.

"Give me two!"

Emperor Wushi let out a low roar.

The Empress remained silent, and quietly swatted one of the progenitors away.

Ye Tiandi didn't say anything, but swung the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron and smashed one of the ancestors away.

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(End of this chapter)