arrowed.Who exactly is the protector that Junjia sent himHowever, the speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. All the cultivators around, hearing this conversation, had a look of ast...That kind of collision, the ripples it caused, are beyond description.

The Milky Way hangs upside down, the sun and moon are reversed, stars fall en masse, heaven and earth shatter, and everything sinks into ruin.

Finally, a blinding light, almost overwhelming everything.

Terrifying energy balls, each corroding and colliding with the others.

The void was silent and annihilated, the chaotic qi being driven out, as if everything were returning to its origin.

And in that ineffable collision of ultimate forces.

A muffled grunt suddenly sounded!

Billions upon billions of beings, at this moment, would stop breathing.

"The Eternal Emperor has retreated!"

A chilling voice echoed, causing everyone to gasp in astonishment.

But behold, there he stood, a towering figure, resembling a mythical emperor who had lived for millennia.

He was taking step after step back, with muffled groans escaping him. He had been injured...

His towering form, with a few drops of blood falling.

The peerless mythical Immortal Emperor, who claimed to be invincible, was finally wounded.

...and the next moment.

All eyes turned to Jun Xiaoyao with apprehension.

The heavens tremble, unyielding and steadfast, eyes as cold as lightning, gazing down upon the sky with disdain!

"Great Emperor!"

Countless beings from myriad immortal realms were cheering and rejoicing, their joy so profound that tears welled in their eyes.

No one can bring down the Eternal Emperor; he is invincible throughout eternity!

However...

In the midst of overwhelming joy, no one noticed.

The Wu-ending Emperor's hair, originally grayish-white, became even paler.

His face also showed a trace of vicissitudes.

While you are free and easy over there.

Surprisingly, Jun Xiaoyao was also affected.

But the impact he endured was not too much.

The reason is simple.

Before him stood a graceful and ethereal figure.

It's the Dream Emperor!

Jun Xiaoyao saw it, blood, dripping from Meng Di's long fingers, little by little.

"Emperor Meng Senior…"

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes trembled slightly.

Actually, in his imagination.

If it were a divine incarnation, it would have completely endured the full force of the Longevity Emperor's attack.

It won't be a complete collapse, but it won't have much energy left either.

But now, the Dream Emperor has borne the brunt of the impact, so the divine body's energy is still well preserved.

"Need I say more This is my own volition."

The Dream Emperor, without looking back, merely said in a soft voice.

"But, Senior Dream Emperor, your injuries…" Jun Xiaoyao hesitated to speak.

"Unbothered," the Dream Emperor said in a flat tone, seemingly unconcerned by his injuries.

...just like this body, it doesn't feel like it's my own at all....

Meanwhile, Wuhu also received a bit of protection.

But he wasn't doing much better either, his wounds were bleeding profusely at the moment.

Even the physical form of the Desolate Emperor could not completely withstand the vast power of the Mythical Emperor.

At this moment, the world is silent.

Even the ancestor of the Holy Spirit and others temporarily halted their offensive.

They know.

Actually, the true outcome of victory or defeat hinges on the clash between Emperor Changsheng, Emperor Wuzhong, and figures like Jun Xiaoyao.

"My imperial majesty, I was actually injured"

The Immortal Emperor raised his hand, which was oozing with blood.

That palm was long and flawless, something that would surely make any woman jealous.

But at this moment, it was stained with dazzling blood, and every drop of blood carried an aura that crushed the void.

How many eras have passed

The Immortal Emperor couldn't even calculate how long it had been since he last suffered an injury.

But now, after many ages, he has been wounded.

This almost made him doubt everything.

"Was he only hurt"

Seeing the state of Emperor Changsheng, even Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but reveal a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Could it be... that I'll have to use that move

Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

He always had a feeling that something was amiss.

In theory, the Immortal Emperor should already be an absolute backstage big boss-level figure, a mythical emperor.

But if that's all there is to it, then a lot of things remain unclear.

It is also unclear why the Immortal Emperor would target the Sacred Physique lineage.

So, before he fully understood everything, Jun Xiaoyao didn't actually want to reveal all his cards.

"Heh... hehe..."

The Immortal Emperor, unexpectedly, let out a chuckle.

This is amazing.

With his apathetic heart, smiling was a rare occurrence.

You, long ago made me feel that faint ache again.

"This... seems to give this Emperor a feeling, like he's human again, just a little..."

The Eternal Emperor, he actually raised his hand and licked the blood on his palm.

“When I was still an emperor and a human, I too suffered wounds and knew the kind of piercing, bone-deep pain.”

But…

The Immortal Emperor's eyes became icy cold.

When I achieved godhood, became a true god, I understood.

"Lowly ants are the only ones who feel pain. Only true immortals can ascend the path of transcendence."

"You have made this Emperor experience this feeling once again, so, I shall bestow upon you death!"

The Emperor of Longevity spoke, his aura burst forth, and a misty river flowed.

The endless world, fading around him, the unparalleled mythical power, began to erupt. to exclude it."Finally, I can see Bingyun." Feng Xiaotian's expression held a trace of excitement.Although the situation did not develop as he had expected.But once you meet, there's a chance.He beli...