But the factions they followed were all destroyed, and the awakened Emperor Artifacts were forcibly shattered.
What surprised Sikong Jiu was that when these seventeen Tao Lineages were annihilated, none of them revived the aura of a Great Emperor.
Sikong Jiu sighed softly in his heart.
He knew that those seventeen in the Emperor Realm had truly fallen into the long river of history.
Though they were all in the Emperor Realm,
not everyone could free themselves from the shackles of time and live to today.
To have survived until now, even if just a remnant like Emperor Wanyun, was remarkable.
Time.
Is the most heartless.
With a sense of sentiment, Sikong Jiu swept through these Holy Lands inside and out overnight, leaving nothing behind.
He almost rivaled the infamously ruthless demon locust tribe of the Immortal Domain.
Because too many Holy Lands had been destroyed, the remaining ones were especially obedient.
