As news of Pangu and Yang Mei spread, the Demon Gods who had lain dormant for countless Chaos Eras stirred as one, each slipping into a different world of the Cosmic Sea.
It was a race against time, with life and death at stake.
If the systems found the Seven Emotions first and concentrated their power to wipe them out, the day Shichen broke through would be the day the Cosmic Sea and the Chaos World began their descent toward ruin.
But if the Demon Gods found them first and kept them safe, the exposed systems would be uprooted one by one.
At that same moment, an aura suddenly surged from the Time Temple, which had been silent for so long.
It sent a tremor through the entire Dao of Time. Divine radiance burst from the temple, piercing even the Barrier Shichen had laid down.
Inside the Infinite Space, Yang Mei's eyes snapped open!
His expression turned grave. His hands flew through a series of seals, and in an instant, the space around the temple froze. Then layer after layer folded over itself, sealing the outside of the temple's Barrier.
Yang Mei's hands moved faster and faster. He lost count of the layers he had added. Only when the surging aura was completely suppressed, unable to leak out in the slightest, did he slowly lower his hands.
"He's about to break through..."
Yang Mei murmured, a weight in his voice:
"Time... we need time..."
He raised his head. His gaze pierced the confines of the Infinite Space and turned toward the Cosmic Sea.
"Everyone... hurry. There isn't much time. He's about to break through!"
With that, he closed his eyes again and sat cross-legged on the ground.
But his brow never relaxed.
Tragic Shichen, wandering through the Chaos World, suddenly