Heaven's will was lofty and hard to question; human strength had its hour of exhaustion.
Fairy Lanzhen was certain that even if Jiang Sheng came to Buzhou World, it would be useless. This was not because she was arrogant and conceited. In fact, it was exactly the opposite: Fairy Lanzhen had reached this conclusion only after deducing it with the utmost caution.
First, news of Buzhou World had spread too quickly and too widely. Almost overnight, it had swept through the myriad worlds. Everyone knew that Buzhou World's many divine lords had either fallen or been imprisoned, and the entire Buzhou World was like a fruit that had suddenly lost its hard shell, there for anyone to pluck.
A great chiliocosm that had lost the protection of Pure Yang, a vast great world that had once ranked among the very best of the Divine Path—even among the foremost when looking across all the heavens—how many heavenly materials and earthly treasures must it contain? How many opportunities must be hidden there?
Second, This was no longer a simple contest between two great-world Daoist sects. There was Kunlun World and Cangwu World, which were on good terms with the Shanhe Daoist Sect; Xiaoyun World, Huayang World, and Xuanhuang World, which were on good terms with Jiuzhou World; and then, on top of that, the Divine Path, Buddhism, and the Demon Race connected to both sides.
A great war that seemed certain to engulf the myriad worlds was about to erupt. In a calamity that would sweep across the heavens like this, who dared say they were invincible in the present age? Who dared say they could pass through this calamity safe and sound?
Now, the Upper Three Realms cultivators of the myriad worlds were making all kinds of preparations at any cost,