Three Thousand Immortal Territories.
Central Divine Province.
After news arrived that the Primordial Myriad Races' experts had all perished before the Immortal Bridge, the heavens shook. Many ancestors of every race turned pale in horror, feeling as though they stood before an abyss. A monstrous calamity might well rise in the future!
"The Five Elements Dao Ancestor has gone into seclusion, and the overlord clans of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories have collapsed, each governing itself. Yet in such an environment, our Primordial Myriad Races allied army failed to cross the Immortal Bridge, leaving corpses strewn across hundreds of millions of miles?"
"The Three Thousand Immortal Territories have Saint Dao Lineages guarding the Immortal Bridge. Our Primordial Myriad Races allied army was destroyed by those seven Saint Dao Lineages."
"No!"
"The Three Thousand Immortal Territories possess the Supreme Immortal Treasure—the Star Pivot. So long as this object remains unbroken, it will be difficult for our Primordial Myriad Races to breach the Three Thousand Immortal Territories from point to surface."
"Too many forces from the Three Thousand Immortal Territories took action in this battle. It cannot be distinguished."
"Absolutely no more war..."
"If we fight again, should the myriad races of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories shift their conflicts onto our Three Thousand Immortal Territories, our Primordial Myriad Races may become their stepping stone..."
One mysterious, vast immortal voice after another traveled between Heaven and Earth in the Central Divine Province. Every sentence sent chills down one's spine. The Three Thousand Immortal Territories had not fallen silent after so many major events, nor had they become weak because they each governed themselves!
"Why not use this to show weakness to the enemy? So what if we become the laughingstock of the Immortal Realm?"
"The Three Thousand Immortal Territories will sooner