Of course, more races chose to bring their own Origin Worlds with them, clinging to the hope that they might get lucky.
Still, their plan was sound. They sent several hundred thousand of their people into the Primordial World as seeds, so even if their Origin Worlds truly faced disaster,
They would ultimately preserve their races. Even if they could not become great races, their bloodlines would endure.
Of course, there were many such cases, and how many races would ultimately survive was truly beyond their control.
The Demon Emperor also preserved these seeds as best he could, but if the most critical moment truly came, they might also become the Primordial World's last line of defense.
The Demon Emperor returned to the Primordial World and began organizing its mighty cultivators to work together to separate the entire Primordial World from the Great Void World.
The origin lands were separated along with it, making the process slow.
But the disturbance was immense, with tremendous noises ringing throughout the Great Void World.
Soon, however, the commotion from the Angel Empire and the Abyss Empire drowned them out.
The powerful cultivators fighting on the front lines were utterly bewildered. They had no idea what had happened in the main world; years of constant fighting had left them no chance to learn what was going on!
Yet the tremendous commotion also filled them with unease.
In truth, these warriors were the most pitiable. The entire Great Void World was fleeing, yet they still had to withstand the pressure on the front lines.
Now there was not even anyone left to relieve them.
As the noises gradually faded, peace returned to the Great Void World.
Just then, figures rapidly approached the various battlefields.
"Warriors of the Primordial World, heed this order! The Great Void