The Snake Demon Army, which had held the upper hand, suddenly fell back, retreating in orderly fashion behind the fortress defense barriers. Several colossal fortresses scattered across the field raised a grand formation. The Devil Race thought that, after desperately holding out, they had finally glimpsed the dawn—they believed the Snake Demon Army could no longer endure.
The hive in the Outer Void activated all its defenses.
The Warp Channel ceased operation, and the enormous ring-shaped mechanical device moved to the other side of the hive.
Outside the Spatial Secret Realm window.
Gan Wu frowned and asked.
"What if... I mean, what if we fail?"
Bai Yujun thought seriously for a moment.
"I will give up fighting for Lingxiao Palace, hurry to find the ancient desolate creatures scattered throughout the Myriad Worlds, and take my family, friends, and followers into Chaos. I will accompany them at close range as we watch the Primordial Land move toward its end. Finally, I will use White Dragon World to capture Dragon Sleep Lesser World, then do my best to save more Small Worlds and lesser worlds."
If they lost, the other supreme ruler would not tolerate Bai Yujun remaining in the Primordial Land. She would either leave or be besieged.
In truth, there would be no meaning in staying then. A universe that had lost its chance to grow stronger, a universe that had lost the ability to protect itself, would sooner or later be torn apart and devoured by predators. Unless it could replicate the White Dragon Empire's model of development—but that was clearly impossible. Replicating the White Dragon Empire's model meant denying one's own path. It concerned one's foundations and one's pride, something supreme rulers could not tolerate.
After saying this, Bai Yujun and Gan Wu fell silent for a while,