Three months later.
In the void beyond Star Continent, at Star Saint Hall.
The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had gathered, the atmosphere grave.
"I summoned you all here for no other reason than to discuss our current countermeasures." Wandering Emperor possessed the highest cultivation and was indisputably the foremost of the Three Sovereigns.
To Emperors who had lived for tens of thousands of years, three months was usually but a fleeting instant.
Yet to them, these past three months had felt unbearably long.
The nine tides of primordial Gods and Devils seemed endless, surging toward the Nine Provinces like vast rivers roaring in flood.
Even with the Nine Saints' preparations and the Emperor-class powerhouses fighting with all their strength, they could not turn the tide and save the common people.
Take Star Continent, for instance. At first, the primordial army of Gods and Devils had been confined to the void. But now the flames and smoke of war had swept across the entire land of Star Continent. Countless people had been displaced, struck by catastrophe.
Wandering Emperor's heavy voice echoed through Star Saint Hall. "This is an unprecedented calamity. I have bad news for you all: not long ago, Melon Emperor was ambushed by several hundred primordial Gods and Devils. He perished, his Dao dissipated. He has fallen."
At these words, the Emperors present all changed expression slightly. Several veiled gazes turned toward Chu Yun.
Over the past three months, eight Emperor-class powerhouses had already fallen, along with one Sovereign-class expert. For the Emperors of the Nine Provinces, this was a grievous loss.
The seven Great Emperors who had died among them had all once been enslaved by Chu Yun's Boundless Human Path. Their Immortal Pouch Worlds had been completely annexed by Chu Yun. As a result, their strength