As he watched the white ball of light soar ever higher, a trace of admiration shone in Xiao Xuan's eyes, followed by an even firmer resolve.
"The Extraterrestrial Evil Race?
If you still intend to stir up wind and waves on the Dou Qi Continent, you will have to see whether this emperor permits it!"
As he spoke, Xiao Yan's figure surfaced in his mind.
"The key to this thousand-year plan rests with you, kid."
Xiao Xuan murmured to himself, then narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Tou She Ancient God, just what are you after?"
His gaze pierced through the air above the Xiao Clan, crossed the endless fertile lands of the Central Plains, and reached deep beneath a pool of magma somewhere on the Northwest Continent.
Within a hidden realm of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, a faint ripple suddenly spread, followed by the illusory figure of a tall, slender man with an impassive expression.
"Ancestor, has your turn finally come? But rest assured, none of your past sacrifices and efforts will be in vain."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward the Southwest Continent and muttered, "Judging by the time, it should be almost ready. Jing Lian, what comes next is up to you!"
In a corner of the Northwest Continent, land that had enjoyed only two years of peace trembled once more. Then an enormous turtle's head emerged from the ground.
"This aura belongs to the Nine Nether Saint Ancestor. After all these years, has the Nine Nether Saint Ancestor's remnant soul finally reached its turn?"
The giant turtle gently shook his head and let out a mournful sigh.
"Heavenly Derivation Supreme, Dragon Elephant Sovereign, Nine Nether Saint Ancestor..."
They had all once been dazzling Emperor Tier powerhouses, yet now, one after another, they were turning their