The human race had grown so powerful that it now far surpassed the Cang Race.
Even at the height of the Cang Race's power, when all four Ancestors were still alive, they would have had no choice but to accept defeat against the human race as it stood today.
And now, the human race had even begun fighting over its share, preparing to wipe out the Cang Race entirely.
In these circumstances, aside from helping Heaven return earlier by sending out a trace of his essence, Xuan had made no further moves.
Gu's thoughts churned, and the atmosphere grew ever more oppressive.
The many Cang Race Heavenly Generals followed behind him, each speculating about what was happening.
Inside the Hall of Time, the floor seemed like a deep and mysterious river of stars. Every step sent out faint ripples, like a pebble tossed into a lake.
They arrived at the main hall. At the very top stood a majestic, weighty black throne, with two seven-colored pearls set into its armrests.
Gu climbed the steps, took his seat on the throne, and closed his eyes in quiet contemplation.
The seven-colored radiance around his towering divine body slowly dimmed, revealing a mass of hideous Dao wounds. Even his figure seemed to have grown much more stooped.
Wisps of energy converged from all directions, beginning to heal the wounds on his divine body.
But the results were meager.
How could a combined strike from thirteen human True Immortals be so easily dismissed?
If it had been before he merged with the Past Domain...
No!
Even when he had just merged with the Past Domain, this combined attack would have left him gravely wounded. It might even have plunged him straight into a long slumber.
Seeing Gu close his eyes to recuperate, the many