Primordial Era Shaken, Saints' Astonishment

As Chen Ran had predicted.

That confrontation between myth and technology, which occurred outside the Primordial Era's crystal wall system, was brief. However, the two vastly different yet equally terrifying auras that leaked out had already alerted the entire Primordial world.

Especially the most powerful beings.

Mount Kunlun, Jade Void Palace.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate abruptly stood up from his meditation cushion, his face, usually as calm as an ancient well, filled with shock and uncertainty.

"What was that aura just now?"

One was from Junior Sister Nuwa. He wouldn't mistake that. The vast aura of Creation was more powerful and unfathomable than ever before.

But what about the other one?

It was cold, silent, filled with the meaning of destruction and finality. It was a purely "foreign" aura, incompatible with all the known Great Daos in the Primordial world.

It didn't belong to immortals, demons, spirits, or witches.

It was a new "Dao" he had never encountered before.

"Such overbearing power, it seems... even Chaos was torn apart."

Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.

The whisk in Grand Supreme Elder's hand moved without wind. His eyes, which seemed to pierce through eternity, gazed into the depths of Chaos, his brows, unusually, furrowed slightly.

As the foremost of the Three Pure Ones, with the highest cultivation, his perception was the clearest.

He could feel that Junior Sister Nuwa's aura had a brief and intense clash with that unfamiliar aura.

The result was that the unfamiliar aura retreated in a panic.

What did this explain?

It meant that Junior Sister Nuwa, by herself, had repelled a mysterious enemy from outside the Primordial world, at least of the same level!

How was this possible?!

How long had Junior Sister Nuwa been a Saint? How could she be this strong?

Could it be that after mending the heavens, she had obtained some immense fortuitous encounter?

Golden Ao Island, Jade Immersion Palace.

The Four Immortal Slaying Swords behind Lord of the Heavens let out bursts of sword cries, as if sensing a threat, or perhaps... excitement.

"Interesting, interesting!"

"Outside the Primordial world, there are indeed other heavens and earths!"

Unlike the other Saints' astonishment, Lord of the Heavens' eyes blazed with intense fighting spirit.

He was like a shark that had smelled blood, eager to rush out of the Primordial world right now and meet that unfamiliar powerful being.

And in the West, Mount Sumeru.

The two Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, exchanged glances, their faces filled with bitterness.

"Senior Brother, this Senior Sister Nuwa... is becoming more and more unfathomable," sighed Daoist Zhunti.

Daoist Jieyin's already suffering face was etched with even deeper sorrow.

They had thought that since they were all Saints, even if there was a gap, it wouldn't be too large.

But now, it seemed the gap between them and Nuwa was so vast that they were losing the will to even pursue her.

Others were already fighting "aliens," while they were still worried about the barren lands and scarce talent in the West.

Comparing oneself to others could be infuriating!

Above the Thirty-Third Heaven, Purple Firmament Palace.

In the eternally unchanging palace, a pair of indifferent eyes slowly opened.

Hongjun's gaze pierced through endless Spacetime, seeing the diamond-shaped warship fleeing in disarray, and also seeing Nuwa standing still in Chaos.

For the first time, his eyes showed an emotion called "surprise."

Even he, who had merged with the Heavenly Dao, could not fully decipher what that "tin can" was.

He could only sense that the Laws of that thing did not fall under the Heavenly Dao's jurisdiction.

And Nuwa had actually managed to repel it.

This indicated that Nuwa's power had also, to some extent, begun to transcend the constraints of the Heavenly Dao.

"Variable..."

Hongjun softly uttered two words.

He looked in the direction of the Human Race, towards the rising new Civilization.

He seemed to understand.

The root of Nuwa's change lay in the Human Race.

That race, which doesn't cultivate the Primordial Spirit or comprehend the Heavenly Dao, yet can unleash terrifying power, is influencing the future of the entire Primordial Era in a way he cannot understand.

"The Human Way... is it going to contend with the Heavenly Dao?"

Hongjun's face revealed no hint of emotion.

He slowly closed his eyes.

It seemed as if everything was no longer his concern.

But all the Saints knew that the Dao Ancestor had already noticed this matter.

A greater storm was brewing.

And Chen Ran, at the center of the storm, had long anticipated this.

On the flagship "Civilization,"

He looked at the divine senses, both overt and covert, returning from the various Saints' dojos after their return to the Primordial Era, and a smile appeared on his face.

He knew that the days of secretly developing were over.

The Human Race and Nuwa had been completely pushed to the forefront of the Primordial Era's storms due to this "alien invasion" incident.

Hiding was no longer possible.

Since that was the case, there was no need to hide anymore.

"Mister, what should we do now?" The Three Sovereigns came to Chen Ran's side, also feeling the pressure from the Saints.

"What should we do?"

Chen Ran's gaze swept over Mount Kunlun, Mount Golden Ao, and Mount Sumeru.

"If they want to know, then let them know."

"If they want to see, then let them see."

"Pass on my command," Chen Ran's voice became resolute and powerful.

"In the name of our Human Race's Civilization and the Human Mother Saint, Empress Nuwa, I invite all mighty beings of the Primordial Era at the Quasi-Saint level and above."

"In three months, we will convene the first 'Primordial Safety and Development Conference' at the Human Ancestral Land!"

"There will be only one theme for the conference."

Chen Ran looked out the window at the familiar Primordial Era world, and said word by word.

"Discussing the future of the Primordial World in the face of the threat from 'extraterrestrial civilizations'."