The tall, thin Martial Saint with the surname Li took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down:
"Alright, such a level of existence is beyond us to entertain. Quick, report to the Divine Martial Hall immediately and let them send significant figures here!"
The two exchanged a glance, both reading deep shock and a trace of fear in each other's eyes.
In their hearts was only one thought: What kind of monster could ascend to the God and Demon realm in such a barren lower domain?
…
Meanwhile, in the core of the Human Dao Ancestor Court, within the Divine Martial Hall.
In the hall, countless starry shadows floated, with a figure draped in an emperor's robe sitting in the center — the Empyrean Emperor, who presides over the Divine Martial Hall and manages the ancestor court's military dispatches.
Around him swirled endless space-time Dao Principles, his eyes seemed to pierce through the eternal cycles, closed as he deduced the frontline battle situation.
