The more Xia Feng listened, the more unsettled he felt. The implications of their words seemed as though they were entrusting him with their legacy.
He interrupted them, his tone solemn: "Isn't it too soon to be talking like this now?"
"I've now cultivated to the Ninth Grade Divine Venerable, almost reaching the level of a Divine Emperor. With this kind of power, surely I can lend a hand."
"Things haven't reached the worst point. It's too pessimistic to speak like this. Maybe there's still a turn for the better, isn't there?"
"I've always been favored by the Heavenly Dao. Tell me the current situation; perhaps I might indeed have a way?"
The expressions of the Ancient Gods grew more complex, sighing softly: "It's not that we don't want to speak, but the Ancient Divine Realm is already on the brink of shattering."
"The defenses of the Ancient Divine Realm were originally left by the Creator God. By Heaven Opening's power, it can only just barely maintain its operation."
