A suffocating silence descended around the three people.
Immortal Emperor.
Those two words alone seemed to carry enough weight to suppress the heavens and silence the myriad Dao.
Even the surrounding void, which had already been shattered countless times by the battle, appeared to have grown still for a brief moment.
Zhu Dong stood with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn as he gazed at the distant figure clad in golden armor.
Tian Yun remained silent, anf Su Yanlan's crimson eyes flickered faintly, the blood colored spear in her hand releasing a barely perceptible tremor.
None of them were ordinary cultivators.
They had once stood at the pinnacle of the Great World, experienced countless calamities, and witnessed the rise and fall of innumerable ancient powers.
They understood far better than ordinary Immortals what the title of Immortal Emperor truly represented.
It was far more than just a cultivation realm.
