But that was naturally not what had astonished and shaken the five of them.
Perhaps because of the Ancient Cultivators' extraordinary methods, as the images shifted, the five could sense the auras within them and judge the cultivation realms of the beings depicted.
Even the inconspicuous figures tucked into the corners of the ranks, little more than "foot soldiers," had auras at the third-tier Golden Core level.
Judging by the pressure of their auras, fourth-tier beings equivalent to Nascent Soul Cultivators were as plentiful as hairs on an ox, beyond counting.
Golden Cores were foot soldiers, and Nascent Souls were squad leaders!
Only fifth-tier Spirit Transformation beings truly belonged to the upper ranks, counting among the elite fighting forces of their respective races.
And those standing at the very summit were undoubtedly Void Refinement Powerhouses!
Even across a million years, merely seeing such powerhouses in a projection and sensing an infinitesimal wisp of their aura filled the five with an instinctive terror that seeped into their marrow.
In the images, the allied armies of the various races stood in solemn ranks. There were many fifth-tier Spirit Transformation beings among them, and even more than a dozen Void Refinement Powerhouses.
Some hovered in midair, while others stood aboard spirit boats, seemingly waiting for something.
"Could this be... a projection of the Primordial War?!"
Beside Liu Yu, Mo Mei drew a deep breath and spoke uncertainly.
Watching the projection above the Silvery-White Stone Pagoda, she felt the true extent of her own insignificance.
In the present Cultivation World, Nascent Soul Realm cultivation was indeed enough to dominate a region and be revered as a lord or patriarch.
But in Upper Antiquity, she would have been no more than a "squad leader" at best.
Judging by the projection, Nascent Souls were nothing exceptional.