Chapter 362: Main God Space (18)
As the Emperor weapon painting scroll unfurled, it transformed into a human figure that looked down upon the eight desolations.
The figure was none other than the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor from ancient times. He had severed a portion of his will and sealed it into the scroll, refining it into an Emperor weapon.
In other words, he had turned his own portrait into his Emperor weapon. He was a peerless genius of the ages, ranking among the top in the long history of this world. Unfortunately, the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor had vanished during his prime, leaving the clan with limited foundations.
"Is this Emperor weapon your final reliance?"
The terrifying Taotie beast's currents shifted slowly. The white-robed youth, unstained by dust, walked through the air and looked down at the crowd. Even the extreme Dao Emperor weapon did not surprise him. In his eyes, it seemed no different from the rest of the Zhao Clan members.
Su Chen casually placed both hands on the scroll. Under the horrified gazes of the Zhao Clan ancestors, he slowly closed it. The manifested phantom of the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor disintegrated into nothingness in an instant.
It was merely a Great Emperor projection.
As the scroll closed, the legendary extreme Dao Emperor weapon trembled violently between Su Chen's hands. It quickly turned gray and, before the ancestors' eyes, crumbled away bit by bit like dust. The terrifying backlash turned the remaining Zhao Clan ancestors into clouds of blood mist, which the Taotie phantom behind Su Chen swallowed in one gulp.
Only one Zhao Clan ancestor remained—the Great Ancestor of the Zhao Clan, a being infinitely close to the Great Emperor realm.