Civilizations across the Myriad Worlds had been severed time and again, and even the mighty, who should have been eternal, had failed to endure.
Even the Heavens, where the mighty of the Myriad Worlds and the finest achievements of every civilization had gathered, had been destroyed.
In recent ages, the fall of the Heavens alone had brought a Great Destruction upon the civilizations of the Myriad Worlds, inflicting terrible harm with consequences that reached far into the future.
The Weird Race's sacrifices had become something almost no one knew about.
But ignorance did nothing to lessen their horror and bloodshed.
If Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai learned of the Weird Immortal Emperors' decision, their faces would surely change. They could not remain calm; they might even feel fear.
Once the sacrifice truly began, Cang as it stood now would be the future of the heavens.
All the mighty would die, leaving only a tiny handful of living beings behind as seeds.
Compared with the Heavens at its peak, those seeds would be so few they might as well not exist.
Since the creation of heaven and earth and the birth of the Weird Race, no one knew how many weird sacrifices had taken place in the Myriad Worlds, or how many living beings and worlds had been buried.
It was the cruelest ritual in the Myriad Worlds.
A deadly crisis had arisen. The deepest shadow swept over all, and beyond the Myriad Worlds, the scythe of death had been raised, ready to swing down and reap everything.
Yet no one within the Myriad Worlds had noticed any of it.
The Emperors of the Myriad Worlds cultivated and tended their wounds. Those who were not Emperors still strove toward the Immortal Emperor Domain, hoping to break into the Supreme Domain and