Heavenly Palace, Ninth Heavenly Gate.
Before the two brothers stood six more figures: three Di Juns and three Taiyis.
Outside the Heavenly Gate stood countless immortals and gods. Changxi and Xi He stood at the front, with twelve exquisitely doll-like little girls beside them.
Xi He's belly was swollen, clearly pregnant as well.
Those two immense auras did not affect them.
The next moment, the three Di Juns inside the palace flickered and merged into Di Jun's body, while the three Taiyis likewise merged into Taiyi's body.
In an instant, the two men's auras surged sharply, and two overwhelmingly powerful presences burst straight through the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The two auras that had originally permeated heaven and earth instantly grew several times stronger.
As Di Jun and Taiyi drew the Fortune of the Ten Thousand Clans gathered by the Heavenly Court into their bodies, their auras became increasingly immense, faintly showing signs of breaking through their restraints.
For them, this was something worth celebrating.
Yet, to outsiders like Wu Chu and the others, it vaguely felt somewhat wrong. The aura pervading heaven and earth was still shrouded beneath that immense pressure.
Within that tremendous pressure, however, there seemed to be a sense that the heavens were about to collapse and the earth about to split apart.
Tongtian frowned. "Refining the Fortune of the Ten Thousand Clans for their own use... without that Fortune to suppress them, the countless clans of the Primordial World seem about to fall apart."
"Don't curse it!" Wu Chu muttered.
Tongtian curled his lip. "Go take a look at the River of Time yourself, and you'll know."
"There's no point in looking at that." Wu Chu shook his head. "The future within the River of Time holds far too many possibilities."
Just like the current Primordial World,