Tu Xin sat in a chair high above, silently watching the scene without speaking, like a serene and exquisite statue.
"Who's next?"
Dao Lord merely stood quietly before them, staring around him.
This time, it was the people aboard the ship who grew solemn and anxious.
An unfavorable start.
The Three Pillar Gods were so powerful that everyone had originally believed they had a very good chance of defeating their opponent. His Miracle Martial Art, Mad Dog, and the Human Brain Planet Project, turning the brains of cosmic beings into new planets for habitation... had all failed. But what about Dao Lord? Could he devise a "Human Salvation Plan," a Miracle Martial Art that could change the final apocalypse? Everyone knew that he was an existence from the Mother River Civilization. Though the Mother River Civilization was incomparably vast and held air superiority over the Myriad Realms, this existence had always lived in seclusion and cultivated in silence, obscure and unknown. They could not help but feel pessimistic.
The Myriad Realms had already begun discussing it.
"Martial arts are ultimately far too difficult when fighting across such a disparity in size. It's simply impossible," said a powerful saint of the new era in the Myriad Realms.
"Yes. Relying on this path to defeat them is unrealistic. We of the Myriad Realms still have to find a solution ourselves!" said a powerful cosmic Heavenly Dao coldly.
"Yes. Our side has gathered all the talented geniuses from every major stronghold. Countless prodigies from throughout history have assembled here. The Myriad Realms are incomparably powerful. This is our main fighting force!" another Heavenly Dao said.
"Only because the universes on our side of the Myriad Realms are of comparable size do we stand a chance of fighting."
Another Heavenly Dao said, "Even if