From the summit of the starry sky, sixty Creation Origin Fruits glimmered around the altars on either side of the Starry Sky Ancient Road, a sight that stirred every heart.
Their light fell on the silence of the Ten Emperors, the unease of the Myriad Clan Emperors, and the stillness of those who had slumbered through the ages.
The Human Race's miraculous breakthroughs in succession, the emergence of four Creation Realm powerhouses, Jian Kongzhu's appearance, the killing of Tiancang Ancestral God, and the silence within the Ten Ancient Clans had made one thing clear to everyone: in this contest, the Human Race had displayed enough power to deter the Ten Azure Heaven Clans. At the very least, until those clans restored order within their ranks and replenished their resources, a war of extermination that would destroy both sides could not break out.
Yet the Human Race's terrifying potential, and the dreadful reserves of strength the Ten Azure Heaven Clans still possessed after tens of millions of years of wandering and dwindling resources, weighed heavily on the hearts of the Myriad Races.
What would become of the myriad worlds?
Caught between the Human Race and the Azure Heaven Clans—bitter enemies whose own affairs were tangled beyond measure—what were the Myriad Races supposed to do?
Amid that frozen silence, a thread of cyan light flickered deep within the Myriad Realms Ruins. The Epoch Ancient Pagoda moved.
It did not move slowly. It vanished from the depths of the Myriad Realms Ruins—and in the next instant, it appeared directly above the Starry Sky Ancient Road.
The tower rose hundreds of millions of feet high. Purple Epoch Traces flowed across its entire surface, while the purple gemstone at its tip burst with dazzling light.
The light did not spread outward. It poured down like