The road of this world is never a smooth path.
Life.
Is just like this.
As if Ye Xuan should have grown up in Wan'an City, then, with the might of the Taoist Body, step by step walk to the summit, yet at eleven his Life Soul was taken away, wandering through endless ages.
Boom!
Yet at this moment.
At the end of the Emperor Road, those auras grew ever more powerful.
From the frail weakness Ye Xuan had first sensed, to the boundless terror of now.
A world‑shaking change had occurred.
This was the horrific existence snow‑stored at the end of the Emperor Road.
The end of the Emperor Road, within the Chaos beyond the Emperor Road.
A cluster of Chaos light flew out from within, falling onto the Emperor Road.
The Chaos light touched the Emperor Road and dispersed like a water bubble.
Immediately after, it condensed into a figure.
This person wore an ancient black long robe, a middle‑aged man, slightly thin of build, eight feet tall.
