"Pity. If these people had been willing to join our side, their achievements would have been even more astonishing. Having reached the Sacrificial Dao on their own, they would certainly have been able to devour far more ultimate primordial matter than we could," one of the Ancestors remarked.
"No matter what, it is all over. This world will still be ruled and led by our clan," another Ancestor said.
"Remnants of the myriad realms, be buried along with your deepest hatred for us. The Green Era will mark the end of the old age and the beginning of a new one."
Those cold words determined the fate of the Great Thousand World and the lands beyond it. With the supreme beings fallen, no other living creature could escape death.
A magnificent and glorious era seemed to have come to an end.
Had Ye Fan and the others truly died?
In the deathly silent darkness, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes. At first, he was confused and dazed, because the place where he stood was too empty and cold. There was no concept of time or space. It resembled what remained after everything had reached its end, yet also seemed like a return to the beginning.
The next moment, his mind cleared considerably, for he saw several spheres of light.
There were people within them, nurturing life amid deathly silence.
"Ten Absolutes in my palm, spanning past and present. If I desire something, Heaven cannot deny it. If I reject something, Heaven cannot possess it!" A voice rang out from one sphere of light.
Then Ye Fan saw a familiar figure emerge from the light sphere. Majestic and imposing, it was Xuantian, who had long ago fallen in battle on the Plateau.
"Self-Transformation Freedom, He-Transforming Eternal Ages... I will return in