The six Heavenly Venerables present exchanged glances, their expressions grim.
With the six of them holding the line, time ticked away. Each passing day doubled the intensity of the roaring tremors here.
When only a scant nine days remained until the opening of the Primordial Divine Ruins, the roaring of the Gate of Apocalypse resounded across the entire Endless Star Sea, audible even in the territories of the Immortal and Demonic clans near the boundless starry expanse.
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