Ancient Yanhuang Relic.
Somewhere.
This was a sealed-off place, surrounded by dense Yanhuang Nether Origin. It was like an abyssal swamp, where most people could see only a very narrow stretch before them.
A stunning young girl in a long black dress stepped inside. With one sweep of her bright eyes, she spotted a disheveled savage reclining in a corner, his face covered by a thick hat as he rested with his eyes shut.
"Brother, they're in!" Mu Shanxue said, suppressing the excitement in her heart.
"How many?" The savage removed the hat from his face, a sharp gleam flashing from his eyes.
"Over a hundred million! That should be the limit. This Eonic God army from the Ten Desolate Star Furnaces answers to the Eight Gods, and they're the main fighting force. They'll soon cross the upper relic and charge toward the Primordial Hengsha." As Mu Shanxue spoke, icy killing intent flowed through her gaze.
"The lower level is ready too?" The savage stood up, seeming incomparably cold.
"He pushed himself to the limit. A million genius Eonic Gods, plus over a thousand Imperial Multitude bloodlines—enough to make the Eight Gods choke on a mouthful." When Mu Shanxue mentioned Li Tianming, satisfaction still lingered in her eyes.
"Good."
The savage nodded, then took out a black mirror.
When the mirror appeared, both siblings seemed to grow somewhat tense.
Soon, mist swirled across the mirror's surface, and an ancient face vaguely emerged.
"You can close it," the savage said solemnly to the ancient face in the black mirror.
"Is the timing confirmed?" A withered, aged voice came from within the black mirror.
"One hundred percent." The savage answered decisively.
"Fine!"
The moment the black mirror spoke that single word, the atmosphere became incomparably tense.
"Brother!" Mu Shanxue gripped the savage's