Chapter 1386: Chapter 865: Even More Mysterious than Emperor Huang Tian Chapter 1386: Chapter 865: Even More Mysterious than Emperor Huang Tian Like a torrent, the sound of petitions reverberated through the heavens, from an initial whisper inaudible to a spontaneous joining of one after another, like droplets gathering into a river, eventually thunderous and deafening.

At this moment, the successive voices seemed to possess the power to penetrate stone and split gold, piercing through the clouds.

Though individual strength was limited, with everyone witnessing Emperor Huang Tian in such plight, all could not bear it in their hearts, each praying in their own way.

There are only a few who don’t repay kindness, not to mention that the Immortal Domain has undergone several unmatched purifications.

With the parasites rooted out, the atmosphere of the entire environment naturally became exceptionally good.

By now, it nearly reached the state where people don’t take what is not theirs.

Most people, while not to the extent of repaying a drop of water with a gushing spring, are certainly not the sort to be ungrateful.

They know right from wrong, they understand what’s proper, though they might not speak it, their hearts are as clear as mirrors.

The last dark turmoil erupted, truly unprecedented.

Dark Beings and Alien Territory armies joined forces, countless Dark Kings and Immortal Kings launched a crusade against the Immortal Domain, aiming to bury this land of tranquility.

Even Kundi, such a strongest titan of the age, awoke from dormancy and descended with force.

In that battle, Kings perished.

The borders of the Immortal Domain were breached in an instant, how tragic, an untold number of lives were lost.

Everyone clearly remembers, back then many at the Immortal King Level chose to shrink back like turtles at the very first moment, although we have no qualification or ability to criticize those elders’ rights or wrongs, we naturally praised them without reserve.

Emperor Huang Tian was like those elders of the Holy Land, one of the first Immortal King beings that rushed to the Frontier Wilderness.

Why is the Immortal Domain still impregnable?

Apart from beings like the Master of the Holy Land guarding it, there were also those like Emperor Huang Tian and the Holy Land’s disciples, who were fearless in the face of death.

That we can still lively and freely stand here today is not because we’re tough, but because there are such capable individuals who don’t mind reducing their sky-scraping and earth-penetrating cultivation to nothing, stepping forward at critical moments, right?

They once stepped forward for us, this time, it’s our turn to step forward for them.

No matter whether it has any effect, at least it’s everyone’s sincere sentiment.

As for why they are petitioning in the direction of the Holy Land, the reason is simple, because by now, The Master of Liu Village has abruptly become the ultimate lifeline in everyone’s hearts.

Of course, strictly speaking, after so many brushes with disaster, the one in the Holy Land has already become the universally acknowledged lifeline in everyone’s hearts.

Just that it is unknown why that elder has yet to show up until now, nor what has happened.

The Destroyer Elder also lowered his gaze, looking towards those below who seemed to be praying or perhaps worshipping, with an unprecedented reverence in his expression.

His brow, thin like a dried eagle, slightly frowned, not understanding what these sad and insignificant ants were really doing?

Praying to the heavens?

Thinking that their sincerity could touch the heavens, that miracles could happen, and thinking this could save Emperor Huang Tian?

It must be said, Emperor Huang Tian truly won the hearts of these ants.

But what can winning hearts accomplish?!

The Great Tao is heartless, being heartless and ruthless is the essence of the Great Tao, in the end, they are just ants that belong in the mud, struggling forever and ever, never comprehending this principle.

Where is there any heaven?

They are the heavens of this place!

With a being at the True Emperor Level taking action, they could extinguish this vast world with a flip of the hand; who can reverse that? No one can reverse it, Emperor Huang Tian is doomed.

Unless there is a being of the same realm.

But how could such a being possibly appear here?

They calculated everything, shattered illusions, reached the end of this space and time, and saw some blurry yet disturbing scenes from just a glimpse of the margins.

In the scene–
Gigantic carcasses hang at the center of heaven and earth, black spines exposed outside desiccated flesh, each like a sword, piercing out, utterly bizarre.

The enormous figure seems to be suppressing something, he burnt part of his origin just to see more clearly.

Behind the colossal corpse, there was a channel unimaginable, like a deep well,
dark as the night, as vast as the sky collapsing, unknown where it leads.

At that moment.

The Destroyer Elder knew that this world could never bear a true Immortal Emperor, not even the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm had more than a few through the eons, and if one wishes to become a True Emperor, they must go elsewhere.

What surprised the Destroyer Elder, however, was the The Master of Liu Village these ants spoke of–who is this person that can make these ants kneel in madness at the brink of despair?

Elsewhere.

Ye Fan and Emperor Merciless upon hearing these four familiar terms had completely opposite reactions.

All had eyes flashing, and a face emerged in their minds that was both familiar yet strange.

Familiar because they had reversed time more than once searching for Emperor Huang Tian, although they were always too early, Emperor Huang Tian had not grown up yet, not becoming that Emperor Huang Tian who could shield the Ten Thousand Clans from wind and rain, overshadowing all in the six directions and the eight wildernesses. They inadvertently discovered The Master of Liu Village, closely related to Emperor Huang Tian.

Strange because even in their eyes, The Master of Liu Village was shrouded in endless mysteries, indecipherable, beyond sight or feeling.

It’s hard to describe that feeling in words, as if The Master of Liu Village, like themselves, does not belong to this time and space, vaguely beyond comprehension, untraceable, with an unforeseeable future, completely untraceable.