"Another one has appeared..."
The various old powerhouses could only stare blankly. Even some eighth-realm Star Gazing Masters had qualifications approaching the star clouds.
Yet the spirituality radiating from the Pure Yang Source stated it very directly: You're too old!
Those aged eighth-realm experts were thoroughly scorned just like that. They wanted nothing more than to drag the spirituality out and beat it to death.
Even though their Primordial Spirits were powerful, their bodily functions had withered and their lifespans were limited. Their Primordial Spirits did not even have the safest place to reside. What use were they?
The Civilization Source stored the highest-grade strategic resources. It was also the strongest resource repository of the civilization, and its requirements for inheritors were exceptionally harsh.
What civilization needed was new life, seeds, tender shoots—not these old cucumbers!
Cheng Yun and the others had darkened expressions. It seemed they had all been disparaged!
Now, they could only place their hopes in the younger generation. If the youngsters under their tutelage could break through, or even step into the Ultimate Ground, perhaps they could guide them inside.
Some terrifying venerable giants were also unwilling to sit idle. They wanted to overturn and smash the world, extracting its resources.
However, after making multiple attempts, they ultimately reached a conclusion: if they joined forces to attack, there was some hope!
But in the end, perhaps they would get nothing at all, because this civilization would most likely choose to commit suicide!
The situation was rather cruel. The civilization was clearly partial to the young.
In the depths of this universe, there were nine star clouds in total.
Chen Fusheng stood within the boundless galaxy, deeply sensing the terrifying changes in the magnetic field. The cosmic star sea was erupting, evolving a great inheritance.
Chen Fusheng