At this moment, not only the 57 heavenly rulers from the path of the heaven-born, but also the heavenly rulers from the path of mortals and the path of beasts, there were a total of eight of them.
The old man, the tree man, the skeleton.
The old heavenly Emperor of an era had arrived.
These eight heavenly emperors from other realms walked with steady and solemn steps, as if they were walking towards the Grim Reaper. Every step they took made them feel as if their blood was freezing.
Fear, suppression, and shock.
What kind of mood would he have when he faced the ruler of the netherworld who dominated the world's reincarnation?
Was that an ancient Emperor who controlled their lives? The Samsara official sovereign who cut across the entire path of immortality alone?
"I'm not a God yet, the world is without a God."
Just this sentence alone was enough to shake people's hearts.
They had never thought that they would have such a day ...
