The myriad realms fell deathly still.
Countless gazes moved from Bai Wujiang to Jian Kongzhu, from Jian Kongzhu to Chu Tianwang, and from Chu Tianwang to the Chaos God Emperor.
The Creation Sequences were trembling—not from fear, but from shock.
They had seen the Chaos Demon Emperor being chased and beaten. They had seen the Chaos God Emperor not intervene to stop it. They had seen the covenant of the Azure Heaven Clans become like a sheet of wastepaper beneath Jian Kongzhu's sword.
They suddenly realized that this era, returning to the myriad realms, was different from the last epoch.
The Azure Heaven Clans were no longer an iron plate without seams. There were contradictions between the Forbidden Ancient Emperors too, grudges too, and each had their own little abacus clacking away.
The stone weighing on the hearts of the Myriad Clan Emperors dropped by half—not all the way, only half.
They saw that the Human Race had four Creations, had Progenitor Xuan Ji, had a ruthless figure like Jian Kongzhu, had a prodigy like Chu Tian.
If the Azure Heaven Clans wanted to destroy the Human Race, it would not be that easy.
As long as the Human Race was not destroyed, the myriad realms would have balance, and small clans like theirs would have room to survive.
And that icy voice echoed at the same time through the starry sky outside the Myriad Realms Ruins, shaking endless living beings.
In the Myriad Realms Ruins, a girl with an expressionless face and a coffin on her back stood at the edge of the void, watching that great battle in the starry sky.
The coffin on her back was pitch-black from end to end, its lid carved full of densely packed sealing runes. Under the starlight, those runes glowed