The Dead Are the Only Ones Who Can Be Immortal-Three Thousand Quasi-Saints Still Aren't Enough...

The Primordial World had been thrown into chaos. Saintly auras clashed above the Nine Heavens, while Quasi-Saints slaughtered one another beneath the earth. Every battlefield was more brutal than the last, every side more frenzied than the one before.

Yet within Grand Unity Palace, clouds drifted softly and immortal music lingered in the air. Li Fan and Goddess Wangshu reclined lazily upon their Cloud Couches, resting with their eyes closed, too indolent even to lift an eyelid. It was as though the earth-shaking upheaval outside had nothing whatsoever to do with them.

Goddess Taiyuan's gaze was profound. "Though the Three Pure Ones are powerful, Ancestor Dragon and Yuanfeng possess unfathomable foundations. This battle... holds enormous uncertainty."

Nuwa rested her cheek on one hand and gazed toward the battlefield of the Prehistoric Universe with great interest. She was focused on who would claim the Hongmeng Purple Qi. "I'm betting on Kong Xuan. Once the Five-Colored Divine Light appears, nothing can withstand its sweep. This round is guaranteed—I'm going all in!"

Empress Ziguang cast a faint glance over, her tone calm:

"I'm betting on Randeng. That old fox from the Buddhist Sect is also an Innate Divine Being. He's hidden himself the deepest."

Xihe did not even open her eyes as her red lips parted slightly:

"I'm betting on Zhen Yuanzi. The Earth Book gives him full defense. He won't get beaten to death in this chaotic battle."

Li Fan slowly opened one eye and chuckled.

"You've all bet on the wrong people."

Goddess Wangshu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Who is the Heavenly Emperor betting on?"

Li Fan lightly tapped the void with a fingertip, revealing the current battle:

"I'm betting... that the final winner of this round will be the Heavenly Dao itself."

"As for them..."

"They are merely pieces on