"Only, the tremors at these sealing points have weakened considerably. They are already in an unstable state."
"This means the Nine Great Rulers used just enough power to seal these Mist Disasters, with most of their strength reserved to defend against our next attack."
"We can conclude that they truly have no surplus strength left."
"The time for our attack has arrived."
Heavenly Secrets Daoist's words made everyone's eyes light up. This meant they had achieved their goal and probed the Rulers' limits.
Xuanyuan Changlong's expression was contemplative, his gaze distant. The mysterious "swastika" sigil in his mind was operating, as were his two great incarnations.
Hazy fragments of the future entered his heart, revealing a chaotic battle.
The future was shrouded in vague mist. One Concept Logic after another flickered, and even a mysterious cube flashed at the center of the battlefield.
Within the scene, he saw himself achieving Concept Logic, his aura surging amid that war.
Besides himself, there were several entirely new Concept Logics—existences he had never seen before.
Awakening from the future fragment, Xuanyuan Changlong realized that he had succeeded in the future.
Looking at the expectant expressions of the crowd, he said, "Everyone, since we have already tested their bottom line, let us make the final preparations."
"We will still follow the original plan. Ten years from now, in the five-hundredth year, we will launch the final assault."
"This time, our chances of success are great."
"For these last ten years, spread another batch of Mist Disaster symbols and raise our odds a little further."
Heavenly Secrets Daoist also agreed. "Indeed. If we make a few more preparations, our chances of success will be even higher."
Excitement filled everyone's hearts. After strategizing from the command tent on many fronts and making repeated preparations, they had