Time flowed on.
Another three years passed.
By mortal standards, that was not a short span of time.
But by the standards of deities, three years was merely the flick of a finger, gone after a few cultivation sessions.
At this moment.
In a region far away from the Saint Banyan Sky Sphere.
An unknown standoff was underway.
One side of the confrontation consisted of the six powerful God Emperors.
The other side consisted of five enormous figures, each over eight hundred kilometers long.
They were—the Dooms.
Ever since the Sky Sphere had been established.
Nearly twenty years had passed.
During this time.
Standoffs like this had occurred at least a hundred times, several times a year on average, though almost no one knew about them.
Had the God Emperors not defended it with all their might, the Sky Sphere would likely have long since suffered attacks from the "Dooms."
Messages flashed rapidly among the God Emperors in the form of Divine Power fluctuations.
"The Dooms have been appearing more and more frequently lately. That is a very bad sign."
"They want to use this to distract us, so they can mobilize the Calamity Insect Swarm more safely."
"This is an unsolvable open conspiracy."
"The Myriad Heavens Race killed the Eighth, Tenth, and Eleventh Calamities. Nine Dooms remain, while we have only nine God Emperors. We are clearly at a disadvantage and can only respond passively."
"We wasted too much time. If we had killed two more Dooms before the Void Shatter, the situation would not have become so dire."
"The Dooms are far too cunning. They control a great number of servant races, forcing us to divide our attention to deal with them. In the end, we missed many opportunities."
At this moment.
A voice interrupted their exchange.
"Now