This wave of fear spread throughout the entire universe.
The Saints were terrified, and all living beings also fell into unrest.
The weak among all living beings did not contend for the great era of the universe and did not seek opportunities, yet they could not escape the great calamity. No matter how an era changed, it was always those at the bottom who suffered.
When the nation prospered, the people suffered. When the nation fell, the people suffered.
Yet the mortals here already referred to Ninth-Order Dao Attainer civilizations within the universe. Eighth-Order gods, and even true mortals, did not even count as ants.
Year 102 of the Myriad Realms.
The era had entered a golden age, though only a hundred years had passed in the high dimensions.
The various universes had become completely interconnected.
The multiverse's fusion accelerated.
Countless Cosmic Ships set sail, and beyond Chaos Heaven, the early days of a golden age arrived.
Splash, splash.
Chaos mist shrouded the coastline.
Large numbers of Saints from civilizations of other dimensions descended.
They smuggled themselves into these universes, recruiting talent everywhere and inviting young Ninth-Order Dao Attainer civilizations to become their crew members.
They plundered and occupied.
Talent had become the most critical scarce resource of this era.
Building universes, deducing eras, hoping that monstrous geniuses would emerge to deduce the future—all of it required talent. This era was clearly a struggle for talent.
Even Gu You began throwing open his doors, announcing throughout the Nine Great Multiverses that he was recruiting outstanding talents from across the world. They could join his sect and perhaps become personal disciples.
"I wish to open the gates of the world wide and take all living beings as disciples!"
Gu You's reputation soared completely.
Because he controlled stable routes between universes, and