I am the first emperor of the ancient times

The otherworldly realm was in turmoil, for the power of the two enigmatic progenitors was enough to shake the roots of ancient history and influence the present world.

An unimaginable power surged forth, devouring everything, including the battlefield where the Ruthless Great Emperor was located.

Emperor's blood splattered as the Ruthless Great Emperor's physical body collapsed under the combined attack of the two eerie progenitors, only to quickly reappear.

The spirit of sacrifice is indelible, but not indestructible.

Moreover, Ruthless Emperor has only just stepped into the path of sacrifice. If things continue like this, Ruthless Emperor will surely be completely suppressed and killed by the two progenitors.

"Ying Hao, it's almost your turn. Are you all prepared to die?" said the eerie ancestor who was fighting Ying Hao.

The voice was flat and indifferent, as if announcing the fate of Ying Hao and the other two.

In his view, today's great battle was already destined; with all the progenitors present, no one could stop them.

After killing the newly-breakthrough Empress, the ten of them joined forces and were determined to completely annihilate Ying Hao and his two companions.

All living beings in the myriad worlds looked up and saw the ten figures fighting each other. They felt that the future was shrouded in gloom, and their hearts were filled with despair.

The Empress's breakthrough and the return of many Immortal Emperors finally gave them a glimmer of hope.

However, there were far too many strange progenitors. Even though the Desolate Emperor and the Great Emperor Haotian stopped six progenitors, there were still four progenitors left.

The newly-brought-to-breakthrough Empress had to face the two progenitors alone, with no chance of resistance whatsoever.

They felt only despair and sorrow. The Empress had finally broken through, yet she still had to face such a difficult situation.

Everyone knows that the Empress could never be a match for the two progenitors, and her demise is only a matter of time.

Moreover, once the Empress falls, the remaining three Heavenly Emperors will have to face the ten progenitors alone. What kind of situation will that be?

Just as the mysterious progenitor said, once the Empress falls, it will be the turn of the three Heavenly Emperors.

Those were ten bizarre progenitors. They simply couldn't imagine how the myriad realms could possibly be a match for the bizarre race, and where the hope of the myriad realms lay.

The power of the ten progenitors is unimaginable; the past, present, and future are no longer connected and are about to collapse.

However, Ying Hao responded to the strange progenitor with an even more forceful move, simple and direct.

He let out a low roar, his supernatural primordial energy was pushed to its limit, and his own power surged exponentially.

The terrifying physical body, which embodies the laws of heaven and earth, surges forth with a vast ocean of blood energy, like crashing waves, sweeping across the past, present, and future.

The five-colored divine light merged into one color, dyeing all the heavens and myriad realms the same color.

The dazzling light sliced ​​the past, present, and future into segments, blasting towards the three progenitors from the very source of ancient history.

The Strange Ancestor was right. The Ruthless Great Emperor had only just broken through, and even with his unparalleled divine power of Nirvana Flame, he could at most contend with one Ancestor.

Faced with the combined attack of the two progenitors, the Ruthless Great Emperor indeed had no way to defend himself.

If the two progenitors are allowed to continue their attacks, even the newly-breakthrough Ruthless Emperor risks his own demise.

However, their preparations for this decisive battle went far beyond just the Ruthless Great Emperor breaking through to the Sacrifice Path.

At this moment, the Desolate Emperor and Ye Fan remained silent. The perilous situation of the Ruthless Great Emperor only fueled their fighting spirit.

The two Heavenly Emperors fought fiercely, their blood-red glow illuminating the mortal realm. The sheer intensity of their blood energy filled the fractured past, present, and future, permeating every inch of the world.

At the same time, their unparalleled fist imprints and their dazzling sword light all hurtled towards the progenitor.

However, the eight ancestors remained unmoved in the face of Ying Hao and the other two's counterattack.

"So what if there's one more Priest? Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon!" The eerie progenitors were brimming with confidence. In their eyes, the Empress, the Jade Emperor, and the other two were about to become history.

The annihilation of these individuals was merely a matter of time; everything was already predetermined.

"Really? One more won't do, so what if we need two priests?" Ying Hao said with a smile.

After years of planning, Ruthless Man is not the only one in the myriad realms who has reached the edge of a breakthrough, although his foundation is slightly weaker.

Now that the great battle has lasted so long, it's time for another one in his plan to make a breakthrough.

Suddenly, the bells rang out, deafeningly loud, echoing throughout the world, as if responding to the hearts of all living beings.

The Bridge of Life and Death reappeared, and a figure stepped onto it, unleashing the most dazzling light, transforming into the Dao in the sky, peerless and transcendent.

Boundless light bursts forth, cleansing the vast expanse of time and space; the soul's light lingers in the past, present, and future.

An invincible aura swept across all directions, causing the heavens to tremble and the boundless Great Dao to burn.

That figure was none other than Wu Shi, who had fought alongside the ruthless man, and had now reappeared in the world.

"This? This?"

Seeing the figure on the Bridge of Life and Death, the strange ancestors could no longer remain calm, their expressions turning extremely gloomy.

They were all too familiar with the aura emanating from this person; it was clearly the same as that of the Empress not long ago, a sign that she was about to break through to the Sacrifice Path.

They never imagined that, among all the heavens and myriad realms, there would be another person about to break through to the Sacrifice Path.

At this moment, their sense of crisis intensified, and they realized that something was wrong.

Even though they were unwilling to admit it, they were already somewhat flustered, as another person breaking through to the Sacrifice Path had extraordinary significance.

Before this, the Empress broke through, and the myriad realms now had four Sacrificial Daoists, who could indeed gain the upper hand.

However, if one more person breaks through, and a fifth Sacrifice Daoist appears, their advantage may very well disappear.

Stop him!
The strange progenitors looked at each other, each with only one thought in their minds: to stop Wushi from breaking through.

No matter what means they use or what price they pay, they cannot allow Wushi to break through; they must eliminate all threats.

The ten progenitors unleashed unimaginable power, causing the ancient and modern worlds to collapse completely, their brilliant light slicing the past, present, and future into segments.

"Die!" the progenitors roared.

Witnessing yet another Immortal Emperor about to break through, the ancestors felt the crisis growing ever stronger.

As soon as they finished speaking, they shone brightly at each other, their light intertwining to create a dazzling spectacle.

At the same time, the plateau behind them trembled, and an ominous fog spread out, covering them and resonating with the ancient coffin behind them.

"Boom!"

The progenitors intertwined their beams of light and miraculously merged and connected, their movements remarkably synchronized despite being in different directions.

They became one, as if one person was making a move, their every action more synchronized.

The ten progenitors resonated with each other, and the ten of them seemed to form a mirror, with themselves being the most dazzling runes in the mirror.

The next moment, the ten progenitors each raised their weapons, all of them long, black blades, and slashed towards the direction where Wushi was.

A dazzling blade of light slashed forth from the very source of ancient history, aiming to utterly annihilate the very foundation upon which this world stands. (End of Chapter)