One alien after another—even some Human Race cultivators—looked at Song Zhong with exceedingly strange expressions.
Song Zhong was powerful, yes, but other universes also had Cosmos Rulers. The universes ranked at the very top had been born who knew how many ages earlier than the universe they were in, and had accumulated who knew how much.
Song Zhong was a Heavenly Prodigy, but did that mean other universes had no Heavenly Prodigies?
In truth, the Cosmos Ruler's choice was still the best: choose from what could be chosen, and the weakest universes were the best.
Song Zhong ignored these cultivators and instead pointed at the enormous Spatial Rift before him. "There are six rifts like this in total. Back then, our Demonic Beasts flew over through these rifts. When the time comes for us to battle another universe, we'll also have to go through these rifts.
"I don't care whether they attack us or not. When the time comes, I'll directly send out six avatars, each passing through one of these rifts to enter the other universe, then wipe that universe out.
"You don't need to worry about what comes next either. Just keep doing whatever you should be doing."
After saying this, Song Zhong's figure flashed, and he returned to the Great Thousand World of the Human Race.
The aliens who had returned looked at one another, then began quietly discussing through voice transmissions.
"He wants to destroy an entire universe by himself? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated? I know he's powerful, but that's a universe!"
"You also came back from the Land of Ten Thousand Deaths. Didn't you see how he killed those Saints? A bolt of lightning fell, and a Saint died on the spot!
"If we're talking about those powerful universes, he might not necessarily