If he were weak...
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, a towering figure clad in crimson armor swept across the Sixfold Heavens.
Finally, he halted outside the dazzling and majestic Taihuang Palace.
In one hand, he held the Human Emperor Banner, as billions of Heroic Spirits reappeared.
That banner was far too worn and ancient, stained with ominous blood, as though it had witnessed an era and survived an apocalyptic war.
In his other hand, he held a bizarre Blood Sword, its crimson hue eerily enchanting, as if gathering the darkest sins from the hearts of all beings, past, present, and future.
The bizarre Blood Sword cleaved through the void, its light reflecting across All Heavens.
The golden luster of Taihuang Palace seemed as though it were blood-stained, menacing and terrifying.
An unparalleled pressure made the eternal and everlasting Holy Land of Taihuang Palace shudder, and even the Sun God turned pale with fright.
"He... has come!" An elder's gums trembled.
