Emperor’s Domination

“Only they can teleport legions anywhere.” A spectator said.

Many recalled how fast Life and Death Heaven was when teleporting its legion to Corpse Wasteland as well.

The three legions lined up, eager to start the fight. The whole world felt their battle intent.

Many had no power to watch and weren’t qualified to do so. Nevertheless, they felt an immense battle spirit and became afraid of a potential disaster.

Powerful cultivators had already heard the news of an incoming earthshattering battle. They could only pray that the shockwaves wouldn’t reach their world. Otherwise, even the mightiest sects would be dragged into it.

Currently, the cosmic avatar stood alone. No other soldiers and generals could be seen since they had joined the formation.

The three legions gaze at it with a serious expression, aware of the perils.

“Life and Death learned a lesson from that time, no more all-out brawl.” Godstallion said.

The previous battle was chaotic. Emperors and above had their own style and conduct; no teamwork could be found.

Therefore, the battlefield was stretched far, leaking to Three Immortals. The mercenaries and helpers attacked the enemies without coordination.

For example, a primal ancestor in Heaven World loyal to Life and Death would attack a nearby opposing kingdom.

Now, Life and Death Heaven first separated from Heaven World and forcefully created a battlefield in space. Its forces fathered together to form a cosmic avatar.

Supreme Heaven needed to do the same, focusing their attention on this being alone instead of countless skirmishes.

“This is a good thing, the flames of war won’t ravage Three Immortals. Others don’t have to worry.” A primal ancestor said.

“Life and Death Heaven, come meet us in battle!” Six-headed God shouted.

No one answered him. The opponent clearly wouldn’t separate to fight.

“What’s the hurry, Six-headed?” An overlord appeared with a frightening aura.

“A supreme overlord!” The three legions focused their momentum together to deal with this incredible existence.

“Supreme Black Ancestor.” The three commanders couldn’t match his aura.

“Brother, our old bones shouldn’t interfere with the young ones. If you wish to exercise, I’ll overestimate myself and will entertain you.” Someone calmly answered.

He was an old man walking slowly toward the battlefield. Each step was steady and precise regardless of the circumstance. Even if stars were falling, they would be pushed away by his pace.

This gave the impression of him starting and stabilizing worlds instead of just walking. A bright sky would appear afterward.

Not a single wrinkle could be seen on his outfit. He appeared to be a meticulous yet simple man. Each strand of hair was in the right place.

He exuded zero power and divinity while giving everyone a sense of security. Destruction wouldn’t come as long as he was around. His weapon of choice was a simple sword; his grasp unshakable. Once unsheathed, he could always deliver an effective strike against any cultivator.

He showed no hint of pride or arrogance despite being the leader of all three legions. It was merely his responsibility and mission.

“Weizhen.” No one dared utter his name loudly.

“So this is Weizhen.” Some saw him for the first time. Initially, they imagined him to be a being similar to the cosmic avatar – magnificent and untouchable.

After all, he has been a dominant overlord for a long time. His strength couldn’t be questioned.