What did Earth need to rise again?
Might!
Might enough to withstand the pressure of the Heavenly God Race, the Netherworld Race, and their allies without falling!
Sub-Saints and Saints were secondary to that. They could even be called unimportant.
Only Heaven-Reflecting Ones mattered. They were the decisive factor!
If Earth wanted to revive, it could do without a single Saint, but its fists had to be hard enough at the level of Heaven-Reflecting Ones!
Only after its strength at that level could weather every storm would those below Illuminating the Heavens have a chance to play their part.
Yaoyao and the Saint Master were about to show their fists—fists hard enough to shatter anything!
Killing one Heaven-Reflecting One was not enough.
Beating three Heaven-Reflecting Ones to the brink of death was not enough either.
Primordial Earth had possessed three Heaven-Reflecting Ones, yet it had still failed to curb its enemies' covetousness and hunger for conquest.
But now, with eight Heaven-Reflecting Ones attacking Yaoyao and the Saint Master together, it would be enough.
If the two of them could drive those eight back, wound them, terrify them, and ultimately kill them without coming to harm themselves...
Then Earth could proclaim the return of its kings.
There were factions in the Starry Sky that could field eight Heaven-Reflecting Ones on their own—the strongest few among the Top Ten Planets, for example.
If Earth possessed that kind of strength, its greatest fighters alone would put it on par with those planets and make it invincible across the Starry Sky.
Yaoyao and the others had long discussed and planned for this.
They had considered the consequences of Chu Feng revealing his cultivation, the suspicions that the Saint Master might have returned, and everything else.
This battle had to be fought. Sooner or later,