Xuanyuan Hao's eyes narrowed, and the Emperor Dao aura around him suddenly erupted; a vast oppressive force spread like waves, in an instant, heaven and earth twisted, all things altered!
Zhou Qing felt the scene before him shift dramatically, as if dragged into an independent realm.
Above the firmament, nine golden suns hung in the sky, their blazing radiance descended like the Emperor's Might, suffocating all.
The ground transformed into a grand Imperial City paved with gold bricks, each stone engraved with ancient runes, exuding an oppressive aura that suppressed all beings.
Four towering heavenly pillars, with giant golden dragons coiled around them, their cold eyes surveying all life from above.
In the distance, countless phantasmal figures clad in golden armor stood with halberds, their murderous aura condensed into near reality, ready to transform into countless forces to annihilate at Xuanyuan Hao's command.
The most terrifying was the towering throne in the center.
