When he was on the road of trials, he had heard that the Emperor of the East was the master of the imperial palace on the Donghua Holy Mountain in the prehistoric world.

He is the strongest martial emperor in the prehistoric world.

The prehistoric world is almost the most powerful fairy world in the entire world.

Although Ling Tian has never been to the prehistoric world, he has never met the Eastern Emperor.

But the other party can open this heavenly gate, cross the territory, and take the Haotian Tower directly from the Haotian Realm.

Ling Tian asked himself that he couldn't do this kind of method.

The strength of the Emperor of the East may have been comparable to that of the great gods of the God Realm back then.

This is the truly terrifying existence.

Sure enough, even if the Haotian Realm is unified, it is just the beginning.

Ling Tian took a deep breath. The other party had already left, and Ling Tian had no way of tracking him.

Perhaps this grudge can only be settled later.

Ling Tian turned around and looked at the thousands of miles of smoke and clouds formed by the explosion of Haotian, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The Martial Emperor of the Heavenly Clan has been in charge of the Haotian Realm for tens of thousands of years, and his combat power reaches the heavens.

But in the end, he died so miserably.

But Ling Tian's eyes were focused, and the next moment, he stretched out his hand, and a meteor fell on his palm.

It was a broken shard of bronze.

On it, there are two characters Donghuang printed on it.
Chapter completed!