Zhong Emperor took deep breaths of the fresh air he hadn't inhaled for a long time, especially missing the air of Emperor Mountain.
He came out, slightly injured, but still much better compared to Emperor Qin and the others.
Zhong Emperor waved his hand to signal as he walked up the stairs step by step. He had returned and was going to pay tribute to his lord and lady.
A guard had already reported to the Sixteen Sky Bodies Protectors, who were on their way.
As Zhong Emperor walked, a strong aura surrounded him. It was difficult to find and safely exit from within.
Kneeling in front of the memorial tablets, Zhong Emperor clasped his fists in tribute, a ritual he had never been able to perform before.
The Seven Monsters and Six Saints had acted too ruthlessly.
Xu Feng and others came over, and their excitement upon seeing Zhong Emperor was beyond words.
With Lord Proud God fallen, they had been worried, not expecting Zhong Emperor's return—a twist of fate, truly fate.
