Lin Xian and the Pollen Empress each held a stone, while Seeds floated on either side—one dark and restrained, the other surging with purple radiance.
The chessboard was square and not large, yet the fate of the Myriad Realms lay entirely within it.
The Lord of Reincarnation stood solemnly to one side, recording everything. This meeting would determine the course of countless future eras.
"Fellow Daoists fell too early. They did not live to see reinforcements arrive."
Lin Xian sighed and placed a stone, blocking the dragon's vital line and pinning it at the throat—the very predicament the Pollen Empress now faced.
She had queued alone, hoping to blow up the Plateau through her own strength, only to get taken down at the final hurdle.
As a result, their team now lacked players. Desolate Heaven Emperor could only roam the Plateau, keeping the enemy occupied and buying the future Emperors time to develop and rise.
"There are ghosts on the Plateau."
The Pollen Empress murmured, "I vaguely remember fighting my way onto the Plateau in a dream, slaying an Ancestor and quelling the Dark Turmoil. But in the blink of an eye, eternity turned to nothing. Three Ancestral Gods emerged together and crushed everything."
The two Seeds glowed, and voices came from within them. They were Desolate Heaven Emperor and Heavenly Emperor Ye.
"We had similar experiences. We joined forces with a Dao Sacrificer and destroyed six Ancestral Gods, yet when the dream seemed to end, all Ten Ancestral Gods emerged and snuffed out every trace of life."
Several Heavenly Emperors joined hands to deduce the larger situation, comparing their own experiences and confirming that the Plateau contained a great anomaly. It was not merely a matter of infinite resurrection; it was highly likely that the remaining power of the