The Martial Arts Arena fell silent.
They discussed the Dao and martial arts.
This had become an exquisite duel of methods between two sides.
Countless people held their breath. It was simply too thrilling.
Both sides had unleashed endless methods, using terrifying, world-shaking trump cards and philosophies to contend against one another.
It looked like a battle, but in truth, the ancient great powers behind both sides were using it to deduce the future trend of the age, deciding victory and defeat within a vast Sand Table simulation.
The two races discussed the Dao from on high.
Everyone knew how crucial this victory would be. The winning race would inevitably have its morale greatly boosted and gain a tremendous advantage in the future.
The Three Pillar Gods of Buddhism and Taoism Civilization's "Human Head Planet Project."
The Dao Lord of Mother River Civilization's "All the Stars in the Sky Plan."
These were all ways for their civilizations and races to survive in the universe of the future—intangible Noah's Arks that gathered endless great wisdom!
Yet now, the other side had actually come up with a way to counter this arrangement.
"Cloud layers?"
"We establish stars, and they establish cloud layers?"
"Damn it! Are they destined to be the protagonists of heaven and earth? Is there no way for us to defy the tide and break the fate of the universe? Can we only be eliminated by later humans like the Innate Gods and Demons of the primordial age?"
But it was also clear that the other side's average intelligence, combat strength, and size far surpassed theirs.
Like the difference between humans and monkeys.
"Come to think of it, this world really is absurd! We were originally created for battle, yet who would have thought that through our constant exchanges and