Chapitre 1291: A Wedding

The tremors were especially felt by the Emperor of Abyss, whose level of cultivation was the highest in the hall. At the moment he stood up, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and with a swing of his arm, he turned into a long arc that rushed out of the hall.

"What happened?!"

Once he left, the faces of the other cultivators turned pale. Two people even had blood trickle out of the corners of their mouths. The roars of the True World echoing in space had affected their veins, and as their veins trembled, they were injured.

"This… This is the True World's will roaring in pain!" At the instant the Emperor of Abyss looked towards the galaxy, his face turned pale, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

In the Abyss Paragon Palace lived the Sublime Paragon of the Emperor of Abyss' True World.