"Emperor Venerable? Annihilation?"
"An ancient Heavenly Venerable from the Mythological Era?"
"An ancient Heavenly Venerable has emerged. Will the world plunge into darkness again?"
Hearing that voice resound through the seas of their hearts, every cultivator's expression changed in an instant, filled with inexplicable terror.
Almost immediately, they thought of the Dark Turmoil.
Nearly every emergence of an Ancient Supreme had brought a catastrophe that annihilated everything.
Countless ancient inheritances held scattered records, mere fragments of words.
It was a catastrophe of extinction: Myriad Spirits perished, blood flooded the Star River, and grief shook the heavens.
Had successive generations of Sacred Bodies not emerged, Myriad Spirits in the world would likely have suffered endless calamities.
Sadly, since the seventh-generation Sacred Body had disappeared, not another had burst onto the scene in tens of thousands of years.
Some legends claimed that a Sacred Body would never coexist with a Great Emperor.
Others claimed that a Great Emperor would not allow anyone capable of challenging his majesty to exist during his reign.
During the Feathered Great Emperor's reign in particular, few exceptional constitutions had shone in the world.
The Sacred Body had left no further trace at all.
If the Nine Saints Gate had not endured, the world might long since have forgotten the Human Sacred Body.
"Run!"
At that moment, almost every cultivator had the same thought.
Yet many aged cultivators merely sighed. Not one left, as though they were waiting to die.
If an ancient Heavenly Venerable unleashed a Dark Turmoil, even fleeing to the Cosmic Frontier of the Myriad Heavens and Domains would not put them beyond his Divine Sense.
An Ancient Supreme, Ancient Emperor, or Great Emperor could traverse the universe with a single thought.
Before such beings, no one could escape.
"What happened?"
"Why do I feel