Within the cosmos, the Cosmos Ruler stood inside his own Great Thousand World, watching the ten Saints flying toward the Human Race, his brows furrowing slightly.
"They mean to wipe out the Human Race! It's almost time. When that moment comes, every bit of strength will be immeasurably important—especially with Song Zhong there.
"They cannot be allowed to destroy the Human Race.
"However...
"I can let them fight first, then make my move when the time comes. It will be a good chance to see whether these races still have any secrets."
The Human Great Thousand World.
Everyone was living or cultivating as they always did.
Suddenly, without the slightest warning, above the Human Great Thousand World, clear cracks appeared across the firmament, and the entire void seemed to be forcibly torn apart.
Then ten figures appeared.
An incomparably dense, indescribably terrifying presence descended upon this world.
For a moment, one cultivator after another raised their heads and looked upward. They stared at the figures flying out from the pitch-black rifts. Though they could only make out vague shapes, for some reason, they felt as if the entire world had grown heavy, and an unbearably weighty pressure came crashing down upon them.
"This aura!"
"Saints! This is the aura of Saints!"
"Ten Saints—why have ten Saints suddenly descended on our Human Great Thousand World?"
"T-this isn't the aura of ordinary Saints. These are the auras of the most top-tier Saints!"
"That aura—isn't that Sage Longteng's aura? He's an existence not the slightest bit weaker than our Human Race's three great Saints!"
"And Sage Wanmu as well. He is likewise an existence no inferior to our three Ancestors!"
"That one is Sage Konghen. Like Sage Longteng, he is one of the most top-tier Saints!"
"These ten Saints are all top-tier Saints!"