Chapter 1975: Immortal Emperor Ming Du (1/2)

Just imagine the wondrous powers of these fallen dark overlords. As Samsara harvested their power, his own darkness filled the world once more with an eruption of might.

The group couldn’t stop his harvest since Samsara was the source of darkness. He was simply recalling what belongs to him. It was truly too easy; the powers were made from his own laws. The only way to stop him was to kill him.

“Not good…” The crowd became unrest again.

Li Qiye’s group worked hard to regain the initiative but now, Samsara has seized it back with a chance to retaliate.

“Sacred Teacher, your student is late!” In the blink of an eye, a boat came over on the river of time and instantly steered into the wildland.

On this wooden boat was a person with humbled clothing. His eyes were extremely profound, a pair of yin yang eyes. They could deliver people to the other side or grant salvation to the dead.

His aura was the opposite of his simple clothing - extremely impressive. Not only did he have the presence of an invincible Immortal Emperor, more importantly, it also looked as if he came from another world. He could walk among the mortals and travel through the nether realm.

“Another emperor from the nine worlds, Immortal Emperor Ming Du this time!” The masters were startled to see him.

“Boom!” He didn’t enter the area of the altar but rather, he stopped in the vicinity and shouted: “Open!”

His hand pushed down on the world while deriving the myriad laws. Another imperial path was created, forcefully dragging a world into existence and pressed it down on the wildland.

This was an empty expanse of a world, not belonging to light or darkness. Figures wandered in this world contained in a grand momentum. A stench of death permeated this gloomy and cold world. There was no trace of life.

The emergence of this world instantly isolated the wildland and Samsara’s connection with the power of darkness. He couldn’t harvest this affinity any longer.

The abrupt pause in the harvest allowed the surviving overlords, scared out of their mind, to drill into the deepest part of the earth, not daring to show their face any longer. Not only did Samsara grievously wound them, he also nearly drained them of all power.

The masters were creeped out by this world. It wasn’t one of darkness but it looked like the realm of the dead - as if everyone would come here after death and there was no returning.

“Is that the underworld?” An ancestor murmured.

In fact, no one could give a definite answer outside of Immortal Emperor Ming Du.

He was a very special Immortal Emperor. Though he was indeed from the nine worlds, he didn’t belong to any race from there.

An emissary of death he was, a traveler between the mortal and nether world. Of course, who knows if this was the truth?

Samsara wasn’t alarmed after being separated from his power source and didn’t try to absorb anything again. He chuckled and looked at the emperor: “How interesting, not belonging to this epoch yet could still reach the dao. A path worth replicating and researching, indeed.”

He turned towards Saint and said: “Old friend, today has been too much fun. Our epoch has been quiet for so long, I guess it is due.”

“This excitement is to send you and me away.” Saint coldly said.

“That doesn’t sound bad at all.” Samsara smiled: “It will be a magnificent and lively death. It’s better to be sent away by the enemies than to die a lonely death.”

“Then hand over your life.” Saint didn’t waste words and stared at Samsara in an emotionless manner. Though the two were familiar in a sense, their personalities were strikingly different.

If Samsara was a living person, Saint was a strand of law.