Michael's frown deepened.
Even from thousands of meters away, his eyesight remained terrifying. After absorbing so many memories recently, he immediately recognized eight among the standing figures.
Eight of them were direct descendants of the Emperor. The remaining three were unfamiliar, but judging from their position and aura, they were clearly not ordinary individuals either. Most likely direct descendants of the Emperor as well.
The moment Michael saw them, realization immediately struck him. "So that's what you did…"
A rare trace of disgust appeared on his face.
The Emperor had sacrificed them. Their blood. Their vitality. Their essence. Everything. All of it had been fed into himself.
The bloody aura flooding the heavens suddenly made sense. The instability. The violent fluctuations. The mixture of countless presences.
