"Holy shit!"
"Is it really going to collapse?"
Da Huang had barely finished speaking when, the very next moment, dark clouds blotted out the sun, and the True Realm began to shake violently.
The people from the Nine Great Races, who had been cultivating, all opened their eyes. They stared at the sudden turn of events, completely dumbfounded.
"We're done for!"
"Could it be..."
"Has something gone wrong with the seal?"
Little Earthworm suddenly looked toward the forbidden grounds and shouted. His words made everyone's nerves snap taut.
Had the seal really reached its limit so soon?
"Didn't they say it would last three to five years? Why so soon?"
"Brother, think about how long we've been cultivating. It's already been more than three years."
"But... three years. We only had three years, and I haven't improved by much. What do we do?"
"What good would improving more do you? We're nobody. It all depends on that kid, Chen Changan."
"Right, where's Chen Changan? How's his cultivation going?"
In the hearts of the Nine Great Races' experts, Chen Changan was their last hope—the one most likely to turn the tide.
But even after more than three years, they still felt uncertain. Even a genius among geniuses—how much could he improve in three years?
The Grand Ancestor Realm? The peak of the Grand Ancestor Realm? Was that even possible?
The people on the Anti-Imperial Pavilion Alliance's side began to panic as well. They had never expected that what the Imperial Pavilion had said would actually be true.
"We're done for. Could there really be powerful outsiders?"
"Look at their faces. I'd say this is no small matter."
"What do we do? Are we all going to die here?"
"If what the Imperial Pavilion said is true, then none of us are