There was no denying that Demon Emperor Daochen's strength was terrifying. He directly took on the Heavenly Dao, who stood at the Nine Heavens of the Saint Realm.
Most importantly, he did not fall behind in the slightest.
Dao resonance flowed around him, and every punch he threw was like a Great Dao.
Heavenly Dao Hongjun was equally formidable in his methods.
Every time he struck, it felt as though an entire world was bearing down.
That sense of oppression and impending danger made one's hair stand on end.
No one knew how long their battle lasted.
Heaven and earth, sun and moon had cycled countless times.
Yet neither had emerged victorious.
There was no denying that the current Heavenly Dao Hongjun was terrifying.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, both of them stopped.
They turned their gazes toward the Primordial World.
"Hmph, that fellow Fate is finally getting started. No more fighting, no more fighting. Since neither of us can defeat the other, let's put the matter of the Human Race to rest for now. No Sages will emerge from the Human Race within a thousand years. That's my bottom line."
Daochen waved his hand and stopped.
Heavenly Dao Hongjun soon reacted as well.
"No, no. How long is a thousand years? Wouldn't it pass in the blink of an eye? Absolutely not."
"At least one yuanhui-one hundred and twenty-five thousand years."
Daochen rolled up his sleeves, his face full of anger. "How is that possible? The Human Race's Quasi-Saints are at their peak right now. If too many die during that time, wouldn't the losses be far too great for our Human Race?"
This was also one of the Human Race's shortcomings. If their numbers grew too large, there was a risk of internal strife.
Then the situation would be difficult to