Since Pangu split heaven and earth apart, the world of the Primordial Era had never stopped expanding.
Over hundreds of millions of years, this world had long since become boundlessly vast. Beyond the heavens, amid the chaos, on a desolate speck of stardust, several indistinct figures sat cross-legged in a circle, their bodies wrapped in chaotic qi.
Without exception, they were all old monsters who had lived through countless ages.
One person spoke. "Has the Ancestral Dragon truly fallen?"
Another said, "He isn't dead, but he might as well be. According to Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, his cultivation and foundation were completely ruined, and only one Primordial Spirit escaped. Who knows what year or month it will be before he can return to his peak? His fleshly body was eaten by that fellow."
"Crippled? This new Heavenly Emperor has such grand airs. No matter what, we are Innate Divine Beings born in response to destiny, uniquely blessed by heaven."
A third person snorted coldly. "When my Innate Clan was born, who knew where the human race was? The Primordial Era was something we yielded to them, but that does not mean they can bully their way onto the heads of our Innate Clan. Even Haotian had to show us some face in the past. What is he, a mere lowly acquired human? He is worthy of being Heavenly Emperor?"
The second living being fell silent for a moment, then said, "Fellow Daoists, please remain calm and do not be impatient. Hear a word from me. The human race was born in response to destiny, and now that the Human Path is greatly flourishing, they truly cannot be underestimated. Do not forget Suiren."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent at once.
Back then, the Three Thousand Guests of