"Could it be that there is internal strife among the Supremes of All Heavens? That golden portal is the supreme treasure of the Dao Realm Supreme!"
As everyone was still discussing fervently, from within the golden portal, came a slew of anguished screams.
"Ah... Dao Supreme... I was wrong... I dare not... I beg you... I beg you to spare me... spare me!"
The figure of the Supreme of Light appeared before everyone.
At this moment, he looked utterly disheveled, his body was being scorched by a mysterious flame, and under this flame, his Origin was being incessantly worn away.
His Divine Patterns were snapping one by one.
Even the illusory path behind him had begun showing signs of fracture.
"This..."
The beings of all heavens were horrified upon seeing this.
The name of the Supreme of Light was known to all, as was his power.
In this era, and the previous one, the Supreme of Light was always a figure at the zenith, controlling the fate and life and death of countless beings.
