[Conclusion: Humanity Will Have No Room for Maneuver!]

Meanwhile, throughout the Primal Universe.

Monster Race territory, Hall of Ten Thousand Monsters.

The towering palace was constructed from the bones of countless giant beasts, permeated with a thick, demonic aura. Inside the hall, two existences with terrifying auras sat opposite each other.

Sitting on the right was a silver giant snake whose body coiled endlessly, comparable to a galaxy.

Sitting on the left was a dragon-headed tortoise with limbs like pillars supporting the sky, its back shell bearing ancient patterns that resembled stars.

These two were none other than the two Monster Ancestors of the Monster Race, Dream Monster Ancestor and Quake Monster Ancestor.

Both possessed the cultivation of a Tier 7 universe supreme master, and by relying on the supreme treasures in their possession, they could even rival a Tier 8 True God.

If not for the suppression by Original Ancestor, these two alone would have been enough to make the Monster Race the number one race in the Primal Universe.

"Did you sense it?" Quake Monster Ancestor spoke first.

"Mm! It is very clear!" The body of Dream Monster Ancestor moved, his voice carrying a hint of twisted pleasure.

"The origin vibration of the Primal Universe... to have this level of suppression, even if one were to search the entire Universe Sea, I fear only the human Original Ancestor could enjoy such treatment!"

"Is it confirmed?"

"I have already sent Chang Jiu to verify it, but judging by the current reactions of the human race, it should be more or less correct!"

Quake Monster Ancestor's hideous giant mouth split open, revealing a savage grin:

"Three hundred years, hehe... in a mere three hundred years, the humans have actually achieved such a 'great feat.' It really is...

Hahaha! Noah is dead, and Original Ancestor has been suppressed. I want to see how the humans will protect themselves; perhaps..."

Although Quake Monster Ancestor was the leader of a race, the bloodthirsty nature of the Monster Race did not dissipate as his cultivation increased.

Of course, the main reason for this was that Original Ancestor was simply too strong!

Even in the Primal Universe, these universe supreme masters could only exert Tier 6 strength.

Yet, Original Ancestor could still use absolute suppression to subdue every True God within the entire Primal Universe.

This caused the other major peak powers to tremble under the iron fist of Original Ancestor.

And now... the haze that had shrouded their heads had finally dispersed, so naturally, they wanted to be arrogant for a while.

As for why they believed Noah was dead...

This brings us to the schemes of Noah and Original Ancestor!

In fact, as early as two million epochs ago, just after Original Ancestor had ascended to the True God level.

Noah had been "killed" during a battle for resources in the Universe Sea; in the eyes of all peak powerhouses, Noah was already dead.

Little did they know, this was merely a play performed by Noah and Original Ancestor for the various races of the universe.

It was all to hide behind the scenes.

However, this matter was extremely secretive; even within the human race, only a few top-level humans knew about it.

"Don't be happy too early!" Dream Monster Ancestor warned, "The humans still have five Tier 5 universe masters who possess supreme treasures.

In the Primal Universe, their combat power is not much worse than us universe supreme masters.

And there are those other universe masters; relying solely on our Monster Race, it would still be quite difficult to deal with them!"

That's right, because of Noah's existence, the current human race was very different from the original timeline.

For example, the original human race only had about a dozen universe masters.

But under Noah's intervention, that number had now reached over forty.

Among them, including King of Ultra Peak and King of Absolutian Woz, there were six Tier 5 universe masters.

Of course, to outsiders, the Absolutian race was a separate race.

But even so, even without counting Noah and Original Ancestor, the high-end combat power of the entire human race.

Matched the Monster Race of the original timeline, and all of them possessed supreme treasures.

In the Primal Universe, they were existences comparable to universe supreme masters!

"I naturally know these things." Quake Monster Ancestor's laughter subsided slightly, "I am reckless, but I am not stupid. With Original Ancestor suppressed, the human race will surely fall into chaos.

These universe masters may not necessarily stick together.

Even if they truly put aside their grievances for the sake of their race, as long as they don't go exploring the Universe Sea, isn't that enough?"

"What do you intend to do?"

"First, contact the Zerg and the Machine Race." Quake Monster Ancestor said slowly, "If our three races join forces, we can first carve up the human territory.

The Zerg Empress and Mechanical Father God are not fools either; they will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Dream Monster Ancestor's snake body coiled and moved through the void, emitting a low laugh:

"I will go and contact the Zerg side.

As for the Machine Race... that cold piece of scrap metal is probably already calculating the most favorable plan."

"Then we wait for news!"

The massive body of Quake Monster Ancestor slowly rose within the hall, the star-like patterns on his back armor beginning to flow.

"Before we confirm that Original Ancestor has been completely suppressed, we must not act rashly.

But... we can already begin preparations."

"Prepare for what?"

"War! A race-wide war!"

Quake Monster Ancestor turned his dragon head toward the direction of the human territory, a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes.

"Three million epochs have passed, and humans have climbed step by step from a mere weak race of ants to stand above our heads.

Now, it is time for them to return to their original place."

Zerg Hive, deep within the endless sea of bugs.

Inside a palace constructed entirely of biological matter, a young girl dressed in white gauze floated silently in mid-air.

She appeared to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, her features exquisite to the point of perfection, yet those eyes—those compound eyes—exuded a cold wisdom accumulated over billions of years.

Do not assume that the Zerg are the bloated, filthy creatures of common imagination.

They are hailed as the "most beautiful race" in the Primal Universe, and every Bug Race Mother Emperor is a top-tier beauty.

The way they breed Zerg warriors also relies on the Zerg Hive within their bodies.

Due to their innate talents, the entire race consists of soul masters; even at the World Lord level, they possess formidable strength.

Furthermore, once they step into the Immortal level, they basically all possess the strength of a King.

However, because of this, they are almost the least populous among the six peak races.

If not for their vast numbers of soul slaves, their low-level combat power would be severely lacking.

"Original Ancestor... has been suppressed?"

Zerg Empress had long anticipated this situation.

After all, with such a massive disturbance in the origin of the Primal Universe, how could it not alarm a soul master of her caliber?

The only thing she hadn't expected was that Original Ancestor would actually dare to strike against the Primal Universe itself.

Machine Race, Eternal Machine Core.

There are no palaces or buildings here, only an endless continent of metal.

Flowing across the surface of the continent is a silver torrent of data; every "droplet" is a complex program, and every "ripple" is a massive calculation.

In the deepest part of this continent, a silver metal sphere with a diameter of one million kilometers floats in silence.

Billions of runes constantly emerge on the surface of the metal sphere, dancing, rearranging, and evolving as if calculating every possibility in the universe.

Mechanical Father God, an eighth-order True God, the master of calculation in the Primal Universe.

At this moment, inside the metal sphere, a deduction involving trillions of variables is underway.

[Variable input: Probability of Original Ancestor being suppressed 99.97%]

[Variable input: Probability of humans having no other True Gods 87.35%]

[Variable input: Probability of an alliance between Monster Race, Zerg, and Machine Race 76.18%]

[Variable input: Probability of the rise of a surrender faction within humanity 44.29%]

[Deduction result generating...]

The silver data stream surged frantically inside the metal sphere, countless possible futures born and extinguished within the calculations. A moment later, a cold, mechanical voice rang out:

[Deduction result: Probability of human civilization perishing within 300 universe epochs—68.73%]

[Probability of human civilization surviving after ceding 70% of its territory—21.15%]

[Probability of human civilization counter-killing the tripartite alliance—0.002%]

[Summary: Humanity will have no room left to turn the tide!]