The mist of the Mysterious Paradise gradually settled amid the blood light. The Space-Time rifts that had collapsed after being devoured by the Void Insects were slowly smoothed over by Styx using the Blood Great Dao.
The Three Masters stood at the core of the paradise, watching that blood-colored figure tear through the void and leave. They sank into a long silence.
"The Mysterious Paradise has existed for thirty-six billion years..." the Mysterious Master said in an ethereal voice. "I have never seen such power."
"It's not that you've never seen it." Mizhu shook his head. "You've forgotten."
He pointed toward the blood-colored Dao Resonance that had yet to completely dissipate in the void. "Don't you think this Blood Great Dao already faintly possesses some of the bearing of the Primal Great Dao?"
Lezhu said nothing, merely gazing at the direction in which Styx had left with a complicated look in his eyes.
Using his own origin, he silently smoothed out the trace of turbulence caused by the extraction of the Mysterious Paradise's origin.
Their strength was insufficient, and they had already done everything they could. Part of the Mysterious Paradise's origin had already entered Styx's World Bead together with the origins of several other realms, nourishing the Dao Core of the Primal Great Dao. The rest could only depend on the efforts of Styx and the other powerful figures.
He could only silently ask in his heart a question that was destined to go unanswered: "...Can we win?"
The Cosmic Great World.
This was the most expansive realm among the Nine Great Origin Realms, without exception.
Billions upon billions of stars were like sand, scattered throughout the boundless Void Sea.
Every star was an independent world. Civilizations flourished there, and countless Dao traditions existed.
The Cosmic Great World had