Amaterasu cradled the crystal box, his eyes filled with reluctance as he gazed at the Divine Crystal inside.
"Tens of thousands of years of accumulation, and all for this single drop."
He muttered to himself, his voice thick with regret.
"Absorbing this with an Emperor's Body... it's such a waste."
He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky.
The eighth wave of the Celestial Tribulation was brewing; the heavy clouds had already been stained a terrifying crimson-purple.
The churning thunder within emanated an aura of destruction so potent it could drive even Emperor Realm experts to despair!
Although he had absorbed his avatar, the Rain Maiden, causing his power to surge to the Late Stage Emperor Realm and placing him just a single step from the peak, he knew deep down...
...that with his current strength, surviving the eighth and ninth waves of the Celestial Tribulation was nothing but a pipe dream.
His final trump card was this priceless drop of divinity in his hand.
