"Strange, strange. The Human Race's providence is fluctuating—besides us, who else could possibly mobilize the Human Race's providence?"
Three elderly men sat within the grand hall, each cross-legged upon a meditation cushion. The space around them flickered in and out of view, giving the impression that they stood right before one's eyes, yet could never be grasped no matter what.
It was as though these three figures should not exist in this dimension, should not exist beneath this heaven and earth.
At that moment, the elder seated in the very center suddenly opened his eyes. He calculated on his fingers, and a trace of confusion flashed through his gaze.
"The Xuanyuan Sword has emerged. Our Human Race has produced another invincible one—it must be his doing."
The elder seated to his left opened his eyes and spoke in a grave voice. Afterward, a strange glint flickered through his eyes.
"Oh? An invincible one? The Xuanyuan Sword? Interesting, interesting. This is truly far too interesting."
"It seems that, at the end of this final era, our Human Race still has the qualifications to contend once more."
The elder seated at the head chuckled. The two elders beside him exchanged smiles, and everything was understood without a word.
Elsewhere, Ye Lin had long since fled with the people behind him. Only after escaping across the territories of several massive galaxy clusters in succession did they finally come to a stop.
"Alright. We've run this far; that fellow shouldn't be able to catch up now."
After stopping, Ye Lin turned to look at the empty Starry Sky behind them and let out a sigh of relief.
"This is the first time I've ever fled in such a sorry state. It enrages me to death."
Li Xiaoyao gripped the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers, his