Twenty years had passed, and the five Human Emperors had yet to return. At the very least, it meant they had not emerged victorious. They were still being held back by their violet-flame doppelgängers and unable to lend support.0

At the Emperor Realm, battles could span centuries. Twenty years was but the opening act. Having ascended not long ago, Li Xiaofei had grown rapidly through constant life-and-death combat. His strength only continued to rise.0

But he was wounded again and again. Still, again and again, he healed. His blood spilled across the void. Even a single drop was like an ocean, flooding vast regions of space. The gold-and-crimson blood clashed against the endless violet annihilation flames, ringing out with echoes of Dao resonance. It stubbornly resisted the onslaught of Oblivion’s energy.0

Boom.0

Oblivion formed a...0