The Ancient Emperors Descend

Against ten thousand Human Race gods with no foundation to rely on, the Ten Azure Heaven Ancient Cities would, barring the unexpected, crush them. It would be a massacre, an encirclement with no suspense whatsoever.

Chu Yueyao's Ancient Heavy Pupils locked onto the formation nodes of the ten ancient cities at once.

Her left eye traced every current of energy, while her right fixed on each city's weak points.

She had already raised her hand, spacetime power gathering at her fingertips. She needed only a glance from Chu Tian.

The ten thousand young Human Race gods reacted just as swiftly.

A young Rogue Cultivator in coarse hemp robes gripped his long saber, divine essence condensing along its edge into a blade of light.

A young woman from the Fentian Royal Clan wiped away her tears, golden light from her Heavenly King Battle Body bursting through her skin.

The young lord of the Netherworld Royal Clan had already gathered Nine Nether black mist into armor around his fists.

A freckled boy formed hand seals, conjuring a shield of light larger than himself.

Not one of the ten thousand stepped back. Not one hesitated.

Within a single breath, their formation shifted from a memorial procession into a battle-ready defense.

The expected attack never came.

The formation patterns on the walls of the ten ancient cities still shone, but not one of them shifted into an offensive configuration.

The young leaders stood in ranks atop the walls, their faces solemn. Yet, puzzlingly, there was no killing intent among them.

They showed none of the tension of people about to fight. Instead, they stood quietly and respectfully, as though awaiting the arrival of someone important.

Then, under the stunned gazes of the gods of the Myriad Races, they all bowed from afar toward the