“Dead?” Lu Yun repeated dully. “The original emperor is dead?”

He looked blankly back at the radiant world of sequence behind him, disbelief suffusing his eyes. Lu Yun didn’t believe it and wasn’t willing to believe it. How could the emperor of the original Hongmeng, one who’d ruled an era, be dead?

“Mm,” Di Yin nodded. “I saw it with my own eyes. His subordinates were also slaughtered down to the last. Only insignificant small fry such as us survived.”

He relayed all of this with great dejection. The clansmen that he’d tried so hard to protect had also been overrun after the original emperor died.

“Eighteen experts of the same level? So eighteen heavyweights...