"Yang?!"
"Didn't she die before the Divine War began?! The old God King himself said so."
"Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
At those words, the two ancient gods outside the altar changed expressions and pressed for answers again and again. But no more echoes came from beneath it.
The seal had held for far too long. The ancient god suppressed beneath the altar had already been gravely wounded and now had little strength left to send a message.
"Let's withdraw and heal first. Afterward, we'll look for Xia. I can sense he's still in Lingyang and hasn't left. Perhaps he's merely sealed away in some corner."
The two ancient gods lingered outside the altar for a long while, but in the end, they chose to leave.
This era was nothing like the Primordial Age. The ancient god race had nearly been wiped out, and even the few who survived could no longer influence the tide of events. They had to band together just to stay alive.
Of the three original powers in Lingyang, the Devil Race had suffered blow after blow. The Heavenly Devil Mirror was damaged, and the World-Destroying Calamity had claimed too many heavenly devils.
Even so, the Devil Race still held nearly a quarter of the Eight Provinces of Lingyang. The reason was that seven of its strongest tenth-stage experts were currently stationed there.
Three of them, led by Di Shengjun, had come from the Outer Realm. The other four were led by Fuguang, ancient great devils who had all escaped from the records of human history.
Both Di Shengjun and Fuguang stood within the Shoreless Realm. Fuguang in particular had already touched the threshold of the Sovereign realm, needing only one final step. With these two powerful beings in their ranks, the