Green-Robed Heavenly Emperor's gaze swept across the air.
One after another, those gazes brimmed with fervor, hope, and boundless passion.
As the Heavenly Palace's master's gaze fell upon the ancient powerhouses, they instinctively held their breath. Their already straight backs stiffened like spears thrusting toward the sky, their expressions solemn.
These were his infinitely loyal people, his subjects!
For a moment, the Master of the Daoist Sect's thoughts drifted far away.
With the Heavenly Palace lineage reopening, countless matters awaited them, but none were without a path forward.
First, the Five Halls and Nine Prefectures would be rebuilt, and the million-strong army of heroic spirits would return.
The great ranks of battle-hardened warriors who had defied life and death and glimpsed reincarnation—the Daoist Sect's elite—had also been cleansed by the boundless continental power of the supercontinent, reshaping their very foundations.
Next, their collective strength would inevitably enter a period of explosive, rapid growth.
It wasn't just the million Supreme powerhouses. Even the masters of the Five Halls and Nine Prefectures—and he himself—felt their blood stir. Perhaps after one retreat, they could break through to Late Saint Grade.
Perhaps it wouldn't be long before eight or nine more Heavenly Sovereign giants emerged.
After that, they would send out their forces in strength, sweep across the Five Regions, flatten the various sects, and end the chaos that had gripped Tianluo Continent for nearly fifty thousand years since the ancient calamity.
The state of having no leader, of being scattered like loose sand and attacking one another, had to end.
Once Tianluo Continent was unified and their traditional sphere of influence reclaimed,
they would use this ancient land, ranked among the Great Thousand's Ten Great Super Continents, as their foundation, the million heroic spirits as their framework, and build it back up flesh