The Ten Great Sages

The Ten Saints were neither pawns nor players, only vanguards—vanguards sent to probe the depth of this variable.

"We are merely vanguards as well."

The attendant sighed at this. "If not for Primordial Chaos, the Dao Domain likely would not have been thrown into such upheaval."

By now, half the experts of the Extreme Domain had already headed to Emperor Pass.

Without Primordial Chaos, they could have properly observed this variable instead of acting immediately.

Even if there had been grudges before, anything could be discussed when profit was involved.

Meanwhile, Emperor Pass was engulfed in unending war, with great powers gathering from all sides.

"Emperor Pass is actually not bad." The Void God Race's Ancestor spoke with a gloomy expression that held a trace of longing.

"Only slaughter can bring breakthroughs. What a pity..." It was not that he did not wish to go, but that he could not. He had a mission and could not leave.

He had heard that even experts at the peak of Heaven-Commanding Fate-Controlling had taken action. The Great Dao River had accompanied them, blotting out sun and moon as space across hundreds of millions of miles shattered.

Just thinking of it made his blood boil.

What a pity.

"Wait." He coldly spat out those few words. Wait for the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty to rise, wait for them to make their move, wait for the outcome of the variable.

The attendant nodded and said no more.

Endless Chaos, Emperor Pass.

Blood stained the void, and the air was thick with the scent of rust and death.

At the highest point of Emperor Pass stood a towering grand hall.

Seated in the highest position within the hall was Chaos Heavenly Venerate.

He sat upright, his aura as deep as an abyss and as oppressive