Daluo Heaven!
The saints of the Mythical Realm and the saints of the alien races stood facing one another.
Even with hundreds of thousands of miles between them, neither side relaxed in the slightest.
At this distance, let alone Half-Saints, even Daluo Realm cultivators could cross it in the blink of an eye, reach the enemy, and unleash hundreds of millions of clashes.
To beings of this level, time had already lost its meaning.
The atmosphere was like burning oil—one tiny spark was all it would take to set it completely ablaze.
Ever since Daluo Heaven had been sealed away, both sides had restrained themselves, yet neither had ever relaxed for even an instant or let down their guard.
It could not be helped. Daluo Heaven might be vast, but it was not vast enough to separate saints.
Unless worlds themselves stood between them, no distance was more than a single thought away.
Just as the tension reached its peak, the deathly still Daluo Heaven suddenly trembled. Space rippled like water, instantly drawing every saint's attention.
The Human Sect saint froze, a strange look in his eyes.
He recognized those ripples. They came from the Human Sect's Myriad Gods Single Thought Grand Formation, which used a special formation amplification to transmit information across space.
The one who had devised this method was a Taiyi disciple of the Human Sect.
As everyone knew, Human Sect disciples were all rather peculiar. They hated handling affairs. Either they devoted themselves wholeheartedly to researching alchemy, or they immersed themselves in studying the Great Dao—true-blue homebody immortals.
But such a huge sect had to have someone to get things done, didn't it? Someone had to take responsibility. They could not all ignore everything.
So the saints handed matters to the Daluo cultivators, and the Daluo