Precious drops of imperial blood wet the ground. The emperor himself looked like a figure made of blood. His grand dao and foundation have been grievously injured. Who knows how much longer he could last?

He would have been rendered to a blood mist long ago if it wasn’t for the help of the dao source and every other disciple in the system.

“Ugh…” He spat out more blood as more bones crumbled. Though his body currently served as a vessel for the progenitorial...