For cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness, this was an unprecedentedly long and agonizing night.
What kind of powerful figures from the Ancient Clan would arrive tomorrow? Could the Myriad Races Conference proceed smoothly? And where did the future of the Human Race lie?
One question after another became heavy mountains pressing upon countless hearts. Many people could not even calm themselves enough to meditate and cultivate.
Would the Human Race of Beidou sink into eternal darkness like tonight's night sky, or welcome the dawn?
There were certainly many sacred lands, great sects, and Ancient Clan members who colluded with one another and forgot their roots, but there had never been any shortage of people who cared for their race and their people, their hearts filled with burning blood.
A forest was home to all kinds of birds, good and bad, black and white alike. Even in the Chaotic Ancient Era, not everyone in the most united Foreign Realm had been willing to sacrifice themselves.
Time passed second by second. The rising sun climbed into the sky, rays of light piercing the darkness and illuminating Heaven and Earth. Jade Lake Holy Land also stirred awake as cultivators emerged from their cultivation grounds.
Looking at the morning dew and breathing in the fresh air, many people instead felt an odd sense of relief.
Things had already reached this point. There was no use thinking too much. They could only carve out a world with the fists in their hands!
The Primordial Creatures, meanwhile, remained very calm, leisurely and at ease, as though everything was firmly under their control.
We admit that the Shaking Light Holy Lord is very strong, but he is ultimately only one person. Two fists can hardly defeat four hands, much less when the Ancient Clan has more than