"The Supernatural Center bears myths, its radiance shining through the ages as it hangs high above. Who would have thought that beneath its projection, something chilling might be hidden? Someone wants to release it." An Old Saint spoke.
Just now, they had all seen it: within the mist, a Pale Big Hand had pushed the Supernatural Center once more, seeking to "part the clouds and reveal the sun."
"Before the 23rd Era, the Old Supernatural Center changed course. A deadly peril, nearly decayed and eternally silent, emerged. Many old men have awakened. We don't know whether what we are doing is a blessing or a calamity." Someone spoke.
Last time, their actions had been immense. They had released many ancient creatures: prehistoric gods, giant beasts, and mutated beings from the other shore.
"Right and wrong, merit and fault—let later generations judge them." A supreme expert of immense origins spoke.
"Some of those creatures were not truly trapped or fallen there. They had voluntarily withdrawn from the world and deliberately lain dormant. After all these years, it is time for them to come out and walk about, to shoulder the duties they ought to bear."
Wu spoke and mentioned that those creatures corresponded to the Giant Beast Dynasty, the Age of Gods, and even the Unfathomable Period. There might be something behind each of them; the great factions of old might not have completely vanished.
They worried that a group of old men were hiding in the rear. Not only would they refuse to contribute, but they might also harbor sinister intentions. Who knew whether, at a critical moment, they might do something unpredictable?
Rather than that, it was better to force them out into the open sooner rather than later.
In another dozen or so eras, if beings at the