Wang Ye returned to the Primordial Universe.
It was full of vitality and flourishing prosperity.
As if the battle just now had never happened.
Only Wang Ye knew that he and the Primordial Universe were now bound together.
If anything happened to him, the Primordial Universe would immediately lose its protection and simply be unable to survive in the current turbulent Great Bliss Divine Domain.
Just like those independent high-dimensional races.
If they were not strong enough, they would be swept away one by one by the Golden Winged God Race.
The best outcome would be surrendering and becoming pawns of the God Race or Chaos Race.
"I need to become stronger." Wang Ye understood that his current strength was still far from enough to protect the Primal Human Race.
His faction was likewise not strong enough to protect the Primordial Universe.
Take those three Chaos Gods, for instance. If Qionghua God had not acted, he would not have been able to kill even one of them.
At most, he could have beaten Multi-Seed God and Bao You God, those two weaklings, into dormancy. Jin Mo God would definitely have escaped.
The future competition and conflict in the Great Bliss Divine Domain would involve at least forces on the level of the Chaos Race.
High-dimensional races with only Universe's Strongest were basically at the mercy of others.
And he would also have to face many Chaos Gods.
"Killing them is the key," Wang Ye thought.
He had no problem killing ordinary and extraordinary Strongest Ones now.
Top tier and peak Strongest Ones might be somewhat difficult, but he could generally handle them. At worst, he could overwhelm and grind them to death with numbers.
But Chaos Gods could not be held back, and they had independent universes supporting them.
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