The court assembly ended.
The gods all left the Celestial Court and headed for their respective races.
"Central Origin Emperor!"
A voice called out to Emperor Zhao.
Hearing it,
Emperor Zhao turned and saw Xiao Chengfeng striding through the air toward him.
"God of War, is there something you need?"
"Is the Human Race confident it can withstand the calamity the Heavenly Emperor spoke of?"
Xiao Chengfeng landed before Emperor Zhao. His expression was as grave as it had been during the court assembly.
Confidence!
Emperor Zhao shook his head slightly. "You heard what the Heavenly Emperor said. Even Dao Fruit experts have little confidence in this battle, let alone the Human Race to which we belong.
"All we can do now is give it our best."
As his words faded,
Emperor Zhao held out a hand, and a surge of power began to form in his palm.
"The Heavenly Emperor was right. Our power is gradually weakening. Some mysterious force is spreading unseen throughout heaven and earth, and the power we True Immortals can command is steadily declining before it.
"If we cannot resolve this problem, the day will come when we fall into the dust."
The power coalesced.
Though its might was formidable,
it was already far weaker than before.
Moreover,
both Emperor Zhao and Xiao Chengfeng could clearly sense the decline within that power.
Yes.
Decline.
With almost every passing instant, the power gathered in Emperor Zhao's hand weakened a little more.
That loss was tiny, almost imperceptible.
But,
as some of the Celestial Court's strongest experts, they could both sense it clearly.
"This battle will be trouble!"
Xiao Chengfeng sighed.
Qin Shujian might have sounded utterly confident during the court assembly.
But anyone with sense could hear the danger facing the Myriad Races in his words.