Rumble!
In the sky, incomparably dense blood-red lightning appeared, and black rain poured down in torrents. The figures of the six Great Progenitors emerged, descending upon a brand-new altar.
They looked down upon the Myriad Worlds, upon the millions of years of recuperation and growth across the Myriad Heavens.
To them, the Myriad Worlds' millions of years of recovery, along with everything in this dazzling golden age, were all nourishment for them, all their property, sacrifices meant to restore their race.
Seeing these six Progenitors, Ye Fan, Wu Shi, Ruthless Person, and the others could not help feeling bitter.
Over these millions of years, advancing from Immortal Kings to the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm had nearly been their limit. They were still some distance away from the supreme realm of Sacrifice Dao. Even if everything went smoothly, a conservative estimate was that they would need at least several million more years of accumulation—and the resolve to cast everything aside.
"You're afraid!!" Wu Shi had recovered somewhat from his injuries and expelled the Weird and Ominous Matter from his body. He stared at the Progenitors.
"That is true. You have developed too quickly." One Progenitor did not bother concealing their own weakness.
Before this, these Progenitors would never have shown weakness before Wu Shi and the others. But Zhou Tong had beaten fear into them. They truly feared that if things continued to develop below, another undying monster like Zhou Tong would emerge. Then they would truly be finished.
"Eh!?"
Yet at that moment, astonishment flashed through one Progenitor's eyes, as though he had sensed something. He immediately began making deductions at high speed.
Seeing this, the other Progenitors also seemed to sense something. They joined the first Progenitor in further deductions. Endless Great Dao patterns bloomed from their