Several more days passed.
By then, the Cosmic Light World seemed unable to hold on any longer. It slowly advanced into the depths of the dimensional void, while layer upon layer of restriction formations spread throughout the entire Cosmic Light World, radiating a heart-palpitating aura brimming with destructive power.
The Saints of the various major races knew they could not remain in the Cosmic Light World any longer. Otherwise, death was certain.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thus, these Saints gradually departed from the Cosmic Light World, helplessly withdrawing from this place.
"Damn it! I never expected the Cosmic Light World to leave so soon. Who knows when it will appear again next time? What a pity."
A Saint gritted its teeth, utterly helpless.
It had originally thought entering the Cosmic Light World this time would be a tremendous opportunity. Yet after entering, it discovered that its luck was simply atrocious—it had not obtained a single treasure.
Now it was filled with regret, yet there was nothing it could do.
"The Dragon Race still reaped the greatest harvest this time. They had the most people and obtained the most treasures. They even seized the innate magic treasure, the Creation Pool. Doesn't that make them the biggest winners?"
A Phoenix Race Saint said sinisterly, fanning the flames.
The moment those words were spoken, they immediately stirred up resentment and dissatisfaction among the Saints of the other races.
"Indeed, the Dragon Race can be considered the biggest winner this time."
"We can't let those dragons monopolize all the treasures. At the very least, they must hand over the innate magic treasure, the Creation Pool."
"That's right. A supreme treasure like the Creation Pool should belong jointly to all races. It cannot be monopolized by the Dragon Race."
The many Saints exchanged glances, their divine