The Dao Fruit of Emperor Venerate pierced the emptiness of the void, jarringly materializing before the black silkworm cocoon. Anger, loss, fury, anxiety... various emotions mixed together, no matter how much he tried to control himself, he was still continually radiating a terrifying energy.
Emperor Donahue, Emperor Arctic, and Emperor Gerald collaborated to isolate this influence from the Immortal Race.
Even for the emperor venerables, it was very strenuous. The three were displeased, "Why hasn't Emperor Dacheng made his move? What is he doing?"
The three sent out a thread of consciousness to investigate, and were momentarily taken aback. In turn, their protection towards the Immortal Race paused for a moment, enmeshing the immortals back into that dreadful and painful anomaly.
The three emperor venerables had no time to concern themselves with the Immortal Race, quickly exchanging thoughts with Emperor Dacheng:
"Who... are they?"
