At this time, elsewhere.
The elders of the races that had survived from the previous cosmic epoch—the Dragon Race, Qilin Race, Phoenix Race, Black Tortoise Clan, and others—had also gathered together. They concealed themselves in the void and observed this war.
For once this war ended, regardless of who won or lost, it would have an immensely far-reaching impact on the future of the universe.
"Who do you think will win this war?" an elder of the Qilin Race asked.
"I'm afraid the Abyss holds every advantage." The Phoenix Race elder said gravely, "In my view, the myriad races are likely doomed this time. They simply cannot be the Abyss's match. In fact, back in the Primordial Era, if we had not intervened, they would have been finished long ago.
"Now that we have chosen not to act, coupled with the expanding power of the Abyss World and the incomparably formidable power of the Abyssal Demon Tree, the myriad races will likely be exterminated this time—not one left."
It spoke with absolute certainty.
"Not necessarily. The myriad races still possess a formidable foundation. The Abyss may not win," the Black Tortoise Clan elder said blandly.
"Ridiculous. What foundation could possibly compare to a god? That Abyssal Demon Tree is probably not far from the divine realm. With the enhancement of the Abyss's origin, it can wield the supreme power of a lower god. No matter how formidable the myriad races are, they cannot possibly be a match for the Abyssal Demon Tree." The Phoenix Race elder sneered.
"Indeed. Unless one reaches the divine realm, one cannot fathom how terrifying gods are." The Qilin Race elder could not help nodding in agreement.
"If that is so, why are we not helping this time? If the Abyss succeeds, the entire environment of