"Let me see. Who's emerging? Who's emerging?" Huang Tian jumped beside Meng Chuan and peered down curiously.
"So it's the Primordial Myriad Races!" God Mark picked up where Huang Tian left off, drawing a glance from Meng Chuan.
What was with this back-and-forth? Had they learned some new skill or what?
"Great Master, does their emergence have anything to do with your plan?" Huang Tian asked curiously. It was no secret that the Primordial Myriad Races slumbered beneath Beidou and several other ancient stars. They all knew that.
But even the strongest of those slumbering races had only a scant few Quasi-Emperors. Most of the others had merely sealed away a few Saints. What effect could they possibly have on the Great Master?
"Not on me, but on Beidou..." Meng Chuan's expression turned exceedingly strange. At those words, the Emperors understood at once.
"Surely... not?" Huang Tian murmured. He exchanged a look with Divine Mark and saw the same thought in his eyes.
As if it wouldn't!
"The aura of an unfamiliar age. The Heavenly Dao is active, and vital energy abounds. Another golden age of cultivation!"
"The Road to Immortality will open in this age. It's time for us to emerge."
"I wonder what the outside world is like. Which race rules Heaven and Earth? Does an Emperor still live?"
"I sense humans. They aren't strong. There isn't even anyone at the Ancestral Realm."
"Humans? The Human Race? That race of food?"
"Hah! How can mere food rule Heaven and Earth? We should emerge and reclaim the lands that belong to us!"
"Exactly. They occupy such vast lands and enjoy such favorable conditions, yet cannot even produce someone at the Ancestral Realm. A race like that deserves to be nothing but food!"
Such discussions echoed through every sealed