The three discussed many more theories about the darkness.
According to their conjectures, perhaps this darkness was not simply darkness, but more likely some kind of life force.
There was another question: who did this darkness belong to?
Killing the powerful being capable of controlling the darkness might be the ultimate solution.
After their discussion, the three gathered all the Saints together.
"What exactly happened? Why did you suddenly summon all of us here?"
"Our defensive line is under tremendous pressure. If we stay away too long, I'm afraid it'll suffer."
"Those Dark Lifeforms have been growing more and more active. We can't keep going like this."
"It's time to resurrect Saint Fuxi. We're under too much pressure to carry on like this. We need to issue a mobilization order. The Quasi-Saints and Daluo Golden Immortals of the Primordial World must all come, or we'll be at too great a disadvantage."
They all had plenty of complaints. Lately, holding the defensive line against the darkness had become increasingly difficult.
They could hardly be blamed. As Saints, they did not want to complain either. They, too, wanted to be capable of anything.
But faced with this darkness, even Saints were powerless.
Within the Primordial World, they could wield the Great Dao and use their power without restriction or trouble.
But here, at the edge of Chaos, they could only draw on their own power. Many of their abilities were severely restricted, and there was much they could not do.
That was the most despairing, most unacceptable part of all.
While everyone was grumbling,
Wang Shi gave Nuwa a signal.
Nuwa stepped forward with a grave expression.
"Everyone, we've reached a moment of life and death, and Zhou Wei still has the heart to fool around and argue?"
"Just now, Flame Emperor