Even those peerless figures who once reigned supreme over regions now felt genuine fear emanating from their hearts.
At this moment.
Zhao Fu stepped out from the Netherworld.
The silhouette in imperial attire became the sole presence in the sky.
By now, the sky was devoid of living creatures.
Birds, powerful beings soaring through the air, had all vanished.
Because... the sky truly was about to collapse!
If the sky falls, the tallest holds it up, but who is willing to bear it now?
All living beings turned their gaze to the imperial figure in the heavens.
Behind Zhao Fu, the Netherworld's gate remained ajar.
The consciousness within the newly formed Netherworld conveyed a pleading thought.
"Do not go"
"Above the heavens"
"The sun"
"Fearful"
"Return"
The consciousness did not wish to lose this Harmonized Emperor Monarch.
To the Netherworld, sunlight was the most terrifying thing.
For it emanated from the sun.
