As the shadows receded, the bright moon emerged. Its clear radiance spilled down, draping the Seal Heaven Platform in a layer of silver gauze. The Brocade Mountains and Rivers Map, divided into four colors, gradually blurred and vanished, as though embedded within the altar's bounds and fused with Capital Chang Le, the core of Great Zhou's territory.
Gao Lan lowered the Human Emperor Sword, pale gold drifting across it as it illuminated the imperial seal. His imposing figure stood tall, without the slightest bend or tremor beneath the pressure of Maitreya Buddha and Peng Demon King, the two Ancient Great Divine Powers. It seemed his spine could bear the entire human race and all the Light of Civilization, with his feet treading the Nine Abysses and his head reaching the Immortal Realm!
After hearing Maitreya and Peng Demon King's declarations, Shao Xuan had fallen into deep worry. But when she and Xi E saw this scene, their hearts settled considerably, as if Gao Lan were the Legendary Great Power and they were not.
After examining her thoughts and dispelling outside influences, Xi E still frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the beacon fires will soon rise everywhere. Given the overwhelming return of the Demon Race's surviving Great Sages and the weight of Maitreya's plans, which have been laid for over a hundred thousand years, even with Yuan Huang's assistance, we won't be able to hold out for more than a few days. Yet the Seal Heaven Platform still needs at least another month to complete. Not to mention that the Luo Sect is filled with ambition. Having provoked the struggle over the early awakening and schemes of the Legendary Great Powers, they certainly won't let this opportunity pass. What should we do?"
During the later stages of the Demonic chaos on