Inside the Heavenly Wu Hall, in the Dao Court east of the river. Emperor Jiayou, who had been sitting in the court with the Three Dukes, extending his divine sense to scan the entire Immortal Hub for traces of the Primordial Heavenly Demon, suddenly froze.
In the next instant, he felt his soul sink, transforming from its usual lightness like an immortal into something heavy and clumsy. His thoughts fell into a daze, countless memories buried. Scenes from the past flashed by, and before long, the world before his eyes had undergone an earth-shattering change.
The location was still the Heavenly Wu Hall. He wore a dragon robe and a beaded crown, seated upright on the dragon throne. Nothing seemed to have changed, except for a strange weakening of the magical power within him.
'What happened... to my realm?' Emperor Jiayou shook his head, feeling his memories descend into inexplicable chaos. I should have been at the mid-stage Golden Core Realm, not far from becoming a Great True Monarch.
But now, his cultivation level had fallen. Not only had he dropped to the early-stage Golden Core Realm, his power drastically reduced, but his control over Roadside Earth had also worsened, as if he had just broken through.
Hmm? Wait.