Phoenix Clan.
At Immortal Volcano, atop the Wutong Divine Tree, seven-colored phoenixes spread their wings and soared high, their cries clear and melodious.
"A new world! They say it has countless stars!"
"Stars! They are our origin! The Phoenix Clan is born with fire and accompanied by light! Once we get there, we'll be natural kings!"
"Not just stars—there are all kinds of strange planets! They say some planets are entirely magma, some are entirely flames, and some are forever bathed in starlight—every one of them is suitable for us to live in!"
"Wonderful! I have to go!"
"Me too! Our Phoenix Clan must leave behind its own legend in that world!"
Qilin Clan.
Within a valley shrouded in auspicious clouds, qilins strode through the clouds, trailing streams of blessed radiance.
"A new world! A brand-new beginning!"
"The Qilin Clan has always been a symbol of good fortune. Once we get there, we must become that world's symbol of good fortune too!"
"That's right! Spreading blessings and accumulating merit is our clan's mission!"
"I heard the first batch has limited slots. We have to fight for them!"
"Don't worry. The clan chief is already discussing it with the Saints. Though our Qilin Clan may not be as numerous as the Dragon Clan or Phoenix Clan, our status is special. We should get quite a few slots."
"That's good! I can't wait to see that new world!"
In the Prehistoric World, time passed in the blink of an eye.
But to the countless beings awaiting migration to the new world, this period was long and agonizing.
Every day, countless people discussed that new world.
Every day, countless people fought for a place.
Every day, countless people sought information—how were the slots being allocated? When would they depart? What would