Peace Talks, Joint Rule?

The void was suffocatingly still, the atmosphere utterly strange.

And from beginning to end, from the descent of the Ten Azure Heaven Ancient Cities to the personal arrival of the true-body wills of the ten ancient emperors, Chu Tian never so much as glanced at them.

His hands supported the Cyan Small Pagoda, while the Myriad Realms Formation Disk spun rapidly above his head. The ten Origin Light Orbs had already been absorbed to nothing.

This time, his speed in condensing the formation disk was twice as fast as in the Heavenly God Realm, and several times faster than in the True God Realm.

The time in the Heavenly God Realm had been his first attempt, and every step had required groping forward.

The time in the True God Realm, he had grasped the sixth layer of the Epoch Divine Technique, and his speed had already undergone a qualitative leap.

But this time, the two already-formed Myriad Realms Imperial Cities provided him with resonant support across the realm domains, and the connection between the Epoch Divine Technique and the formation disk had long since been engraved into his instincts.

The golden motes of light barely needed him to actively draw them in; they surged over on their own like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The density of those light motes far surpassed the previous two times.

They carried fragments of remnant souls invisible to ordinary eyes—not remnants left from battle, but wills.

Those wills had no consciousness, no memories, only an instinctive closeness toward the Myriad Realms Formation Disk.

They had slept in this place for long ages, and now, awakened by the aura of the formation disk, they merged into it of their own accord like weary birds returning to the forest.

The formation disk condensed faster