Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Outside the Myriad Secret Realm.
The Lords of the Spirit Race, Yuan Race, and Shi Race hovered in the void, each group clearly separated from the others.
Farther ahead of them stood three figures whose very existence seemed to make the entire starry sky bow in submission.
Dominator Qingyan of the Spirit Race still wore a simple white robe. His features were indistinct, and only his eyes—containing the birth and destruction of the universe—gazed calmly ahead.
The dark-gold Dominator of the Yuan Race had shrunk his massive beastly form until it was about the same size as the Spirit Race Dominator.
Yet the savage, domineering aura originating from his Primal Beast bloodline surged outward like an invisible tide, crashing against everything around him in wave after wave. Space subtly collapsed around him, and light bent strangely as it passed by.
The Shi Race Dominator's misty body kept changing shape, sometimes condensing into a hideous insect head, sometimes spreading into a cloud of mist that blotted out the sky.
Two eyes of ghostly flame at its core coldly swept over the Spirit Race's side, occasionally meeting the Yuan Race Dominator's gaze for an instant.
All the Lords were silent.
Xuanyan stood slightly to the side behind Dominator Qingyan. He stared fixedly at the stretch of empty space where the Secret Realm entrance had been. His expression seemed calm, but his hands hanging at his sides were clenched slightly.
Time passed second by second in a suffocating silence.
At last, the appointed moment arrived.
The ripples in that stretch of space suddenly intensified. The lingering aftershocks of the laws seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, whirling wildly. The colors gradually emerged from the chaos, eventually forming a vortex passage filled