Zhatian: I, Haotian, am the first emperor of the human race!

Chapter 528 The Progenitor's Nightmare? A Glimpse of the Future! Warning from the Plateau!
Several eons have passed since the last great battle, and the myriad realms have undergone an endless period of recovery.

Finally, it regained its former glory.

now.

It has been countless millennia since the Heavenly Emperor's reign.

People have even stopped knowing what the Heavenly Emperor's Calendar is.

In that boundless sea of ​​sacrifice, in that corner unknown to the world, two Heavenly Emperors are still waging war against the land of calamity.

They repeatedly crushed Ecuador.

They repeatedly annihilated the armies of the strange races.

嗏

Ultimately, it was all in vain.

Six bizarre immortal emperors simultaneously revived.

They intervened and intercepted the two Heavenly Emperors at the sacrificial sea.

So far,

The strange race has once again sounded the call to attack all the heavens and myriad realms.

"boom!"

Six bizarre immortal emperors joined forces.

They, along with Wushi and Ye Fan, entered the long river of time.

Everything in the world was obliterated, the infinite Great Dao collapsed, and countless laws were annihilated. A dense sense of eeriness and misfortune enveloped the heavens, and the strange races returned once again.

"Hahahaha!"

"give up!"

"Beginningless! Leaf!"

"You are indeed very strong, but Huang is dead. Haotian shines upon all realms, attracting endless karmic backlashes, and can no longer interfere in the present world. How can the two of you contend with my race?"

"You have all witnessed the strength of our clan."

"The ten ancestors are born!"

Who in this world can rival him?

A strange immortal emperor laughed loudly.

Hear the words.

Emperor Wushi and Emperor Ye Tian remained silent.

They fought relentlessly against the six bizarre Immortal Emperors before them, unleashing terrifying power in an attempt to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately…

This is a very difficult thing.

Even with their immense strength, they couldn't instantly annihilate the six beings of the Path of Death; they could only stall for time...

"boom!"

A strange and perilous land, a secluded plateau.

The bizarre race reorganized its four outposts.

They did not immediately destroy the heavens, after all, the heavens were now lambs to the slaughter, and they could slowly nurture them.

A small sacrifice for every era.

A grand ceremony spanning several eras.

Take your time and take your time.

Ten ancient coffins stand tall on the plateau.

The ten founders of the sacrificial path slumber in ancient coffins, thereby consolidating their power and standing supreme in the sacrificial realm for a long time.

"Buzz!"

at this time.

They suddenly had a dream.

This dream felt incredibly real, like a glimpse into the future, filling me with dread, unease, and despair.

In the dream—

The heavens trembled, all realms were destroyed, blood stained the plateau, and countless people died.

Blood stained the heavens and the earth red.

An eeriness and misfortune shrouded all the heavens and myriad realms.

In the afterglow of the blood-red sunset, mountains and rivers resonated, and all things echoed. Several figures stood before millions of people, behind them lay countless corpses, and before them lay a secluded plateau, the source of eeriness.

"Buzz!"

The ten ancient coffins trembled slightly.

The ten founders of the sacrificial rites all wanted to see everything in the dream clearly.

They strained to look.

finally.

They witnessed a breathtaking scene.

Those terrifying figures clashed with ten figures shrouded in eeriness and misfortune. Who were those ten figures?!

It was themselves!
"boom!"

Everything in the dream felt so real.

This battle shattered countless years and ancient history. They stood in a primordial space, destroying everything and obliterating all the laws of heaven and earth, filling people's hearts with awe...

This battle attracted worldwide attention.

This battle even shattered the entire remote plateau. Ultimately,
Five of the ancestors died in battle.

Even the will of the plateau could not be revived.

The ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites trembled in their hearts; they could not believe that even they, in the future, would die in battle.
impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!

They tried hard to make out the figures.

finally--

They saw clearly a figure who stood alone throughout the ages. It was a majestic man who held the Emperor's Sword in his hand and held the Thunder Pool in his palm. He stood alone before millions of people, leaving behind a perfect world for all.

Another person.

He stood on the Imperial Cauldron, his blood and qi soaring to the sky, his fists flashing with dazzling light. With one punch, he shattered the eternal blue sky. The Imperial Cauldron, forged from his blood and qi, forcibly killed one of the Primordial Ancestors. In total, five Primordial Ancestors perished at the hands of the two of them.

Who are they?!

"One of them is Ara? But isn't he already dead?!"

The ten founding ancestors of the Taoist priesthood were filled with fear and unease.

A palpable sense of death enveloped their minds, making them increasingly uneasy...

however,
at this time.

They saw another person.

It was a white-clad figure whose features were obscured. No one could discern his or her gender; all that could be seen was a white robe and a mysterious, ghostly mask that appeared to be both crying and laughing.

"boom!"

The figure in white made a powerful move.

He (or she) actually killed a progenitor, the kind that even the highlands couldn't revive.

this moment.

The hearts of the ten founding ancestors of the Tao were filled with unease.

"Only one figure remains."

"who is he?!"

"Has any of us died at his hands?"

The ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites tried their best to see the last figure clearly.

But it's a pity...

They saw nothing.

All that could be heard was a roar that echoed throughout the heavens.

"Spanning the heavens and traversing the earth, we will vanquish all enemies, past, present, and future!"

Is this the final variable?
Do not!
"Boom——"

The scenes in the dream changed.

Before those variables came into being.

There was another figure who ventured alone into the plateau.

He single-handedly confronted the ten progenitors, ultimately shattering the entire plateau and storming into the heart of the strange race, where he engaged in an unparalleled battle with the will of the strange plateau—

"boom!"

Three hundred and sixty-five flags soared into the sky.

Behind that figure hung a Heavenly Emperor's destiny. He was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, drawing upon the hearts of all realms, and used the power of the Dao to resist the plateau. In the end, he set up a Zhou Tian Star Array to seal the plateau.

In a trance.

People vaguely heard a voice.

"Throughout history and into the future, only the Tao is supreme!"

What is Tao?
Heaven!

The ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites tried hard to see each other's faces clearly, but unfortunately...

They cannot see clearly.

This is a dream, but also a glimpse into the future. The strange race will ultimately prevail, but some of them will die. In the end, six of the ten Priest Ancestors were killed!

this moment.

They all fell silent.

They are the supreme progenitors.

They can actually die?
"boom!"

The ten founding ancestors of the Taoist priesthood awakened simultaneously.

They silently opened their eyes, their blood-red eyes, filled with utter evil and malice, gazing upon the heavens, their fear and unease growing ever stronger.

"One of them is Huang."

"Who is that man with the tower and cauldron? And who is that person who is both crying and laughing, and whose gender is unknown?!"

"None of these are the most important things!"

"Most importantly, it's the person who sealed away the will of the plateau!"

"Who is he?"

"Haotian?"

The ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites spoke in a low voice.

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(End of this chapter)