After continuing for three days and three nights—thirty-six double hours—the sound waves abruptly ceased.
The entire Chaos World regained a brief peace, and some members of the Alien Race in the Mother World gradually recovered their hearing.
Although the terrifying shock waves had vanished, their spirits did not improve at all. Instead, their hearts grew heavier.
Some aliens began poring over ancient texts, predicting what might happen next.
In the Central Divine State.
An elderly human opened an ancient book with trembling hands.
This ancient book had been written by a predecessor of this branch of humanity, and it recorded the story of the arrival of one cycle's End.
"End Sound Thunder shatters all things with sound; the Clear Spirit Incantation shields the six sages with light."
"These six sages refer to the six Chaos Ancient Gods..."
"Six lucky individuals in our Mother World will be chosen..."
The foremost requirement for anyone chosen to become a Chaos Ancient God was great strength. At the very least, they had to be in the Saint Soul Realm.
They also needed a little luck.
The Saint Soul Realm and Immortal Realm cultivators who knew this secret were filled with hope, waiting for one of those six places to fall to them.
That was a ticket to the next cycle of chaos!
"Hum..."
A beam of light suddenly appeared in the Mother World. The moment it appeared, it headed straight for the great hall the Evil God had built.
On the second floor of the great hall.
Numerous Saint Soul Realm and Immortal Realm cultivators were greedily absorbing bloodline power.
The Evil God watched them expressionlessly. Although he appeared exceedingly generous, he actually loathed them to the extreme.
But before long, he would still need this cannon fodder to keep up appearances, so for