The Creator with humanity.
Everyone was dumbfounded. This was simply unbelievable beyond measure.
That supreme, peerless bearing, that terrifyingly ancient figure transcending the mortal world, was breathtaking beyond words. This most terrifying life form from prehistory had emerged, yet no one dared make a sound.
In the distance, Rong Cheng was so frightened that goosebumps rose all over his body.
Back then, he had briefly met and spoken with this being. At the time, he had thought he was the leader of the prehistoric universe. Who would have known that he was actually the Creator whose will had briefly returned?
Farther away.
Nü Yi, the Nine-Headed Ancient Mother, and the others had bright eyes.
This ancient God of Destruction had spoken with them, founded the Heavenly Sound Sect, and prepared to return to the authority of the Great Universe and reclaim control. "It worked!" Nü Yi said excitedly.
"Since the great destruction of the prehistoric universe, over fourteen billion years have passed in this new era. I once sank into oblivion and lost my consciousness, yet today I have completely returned. My phantom formed from the gathered will of the universe has completely dissipated."
The God of Destruction looked down below, his gaze filled with the vicissitudes of time. He said calmly, "Everyone, you have contributed greatly."
In the distance, three indistinct phantoms slowly appeared.
They could vaguely be made out as the Super Ancient God, Rennimansga, and Moon God Ji. Zhi Zhu stared in stunned disbelief.
Such surging auras—they were actually three Eleventh-Order beings. But how could there be three more Eleventh-Order beings? The universe only had ten Seats of the Great Dao. At present, only he and the Emperor Lord had attained the Dao, while eight seats remained vacant. At that moment, a terrifying thought violently surfaced in