Star Island Years

Atop the mountain peak, two silver-armored Daoist Lords stood with overwhelming presence, gazing down at the various World Gods below with indifferent expressions.

"Five paths."

"Five paths to join the Mangya Kingdom, five paths to survive!"

The booming voice of the silver-armored Daoist Lord echoed across the entire mountaintop.

"These five paths concern your future Fate. Choose carefully. I will give you the time it takes for a cup of tea to be brewed; make your decision within that time." The silver-armored woman's voice was cold, like a glacier that had never thawed in eons.

"Decide in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea?"

"Which one to choose? Of these five paths, only the first three seem to be without immediate mortal danger. Yet, whether it is the first, becoming a Life-Death Dao Lord, or the second, gaining the protection of a Daoist Lord, both are incredibly difficult to achieve."

"As for the third, going to mine... that Nine-Headed Dragon Mountain requires nearly a thousand Chaos Epochs of labor. One might say there is absolutely no hope for the Great Dao."

"The fourth, the fifth..."

Each World God and Chaos Immortal struggled with their decision.

It could be said that the 'Great Sovereign' had expended a vast amount of energy to abduct them from the Endless Chaos; naturally, he would not accept the good and the bad indiscriminately, nor would he waste resources cultivating 'trash.' Within this process, there was naturally a need for careful 'selection.'

"Master." World God Su Qi looked at Lei Zhan. "Of these five paths, only the fourth and fifth seem somewhat reliable. But the fourth involves going to that Third Insect Nest and surviving for a thousand years among a swarm of powerful Insect Beasts. How does that look..."

"If only, back