Chapter 78

Planet name: Tian Nanxing.

At this moment, on Tian Nanxing,

majestic palaces stood above the clouds.

The palace halls and corridors were all ablaze with gold and brilliance, dazzling the eyes, just like Tian Gong.

Jade-colored arched bridges with carved railings connected the major palaces in the sky.

One palace in the very center was extremely conspicuous.

Yellow glazed tiles, bracketed eaves, painted ceilings, and vermilion lacquered beams and pillars.

That was the Taichu Palace, the place where the human race's various big shots held council.

Usually, they convened to decide matters of the rise and fall of the race.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the settlement been calculated yet?"

Inside the main hall of the palace, five old men sat at seats around a central round table.

Radiating outward from the central round table were layers of ring-shaped seating structures, with each ring positioned progressively higher.

Seated upon them were the various big shots of the human race.

Whispers continued unabated.

They were all waiting, waiting for the settlement ranking of the 11520th Lord of the Myriad Worlds Battlefield and the monster tide.

According to past years, the settlement ranking for the monster tide should have ended long ago.

But this time, they had waited here for a full four hours,

yet the settlement ranking for the monster tide had not emerged, and the council remained deadlocked, unable to convene.

"This Lord is tied to the Race Ranking War of the Ten Thousand Races... Could something have gone wrong with the Myriad Worlds Battlefield?"

"What could possibly go wrong with the Myriad Worlds Battlefield?"

The many big shots of the human race continued to whisper privately, growing somewhat anxious in their wait.

The hopes of their own factions or civilizations were pinned on this Lord.

Naturally, they were extremely eager for the settlement ranking of the monster tide,

although the settlement ranking of a new Lord's monster tide could not decide anything,

at the very least, it could allow their Early Stage Territory to develop rapidly.

"Indeed, the time has been excessively long."

A crane-haired old man seated at the central round table chair spoke up,

and immediately, the sounds within the hall quieted down significantly.

The five old men at the center of the round table,

respectively represented the five peak human civilizations of the Myriad Worlds.

They were also the five peak powers of the human universe.

One cultivation civilization,

one technological civilization,

one magical civilization,

one martial arts civilization,

and one superpower civilization.

"Our human race has been in decline for too long; this time, Xia Tianxuan will surely lead the human race to rise, even returning the human race to the peak of the Myriad Worlds!"

The crane-haired, rosy-cheeked old man at the round table spoke slowly.

His voice was not loud, yet it echoed in every corner of the hall.

He represented the cultivation civilization.

"Come on, Old Crane. Relying on your cultivation civilization's Xia Tianxuan is no better than the Magic Saint Body of my magical civilization; she reached the Archmage realm at such a young age."

A round-table old man wearing a strange-shaped Gao Maozi strongly disagreed with the crane-haired old man's statement.

He represented the magical civilization.

"Hmph, magical civilization... can it compare to the Red Demon Race?"

"If you ask me, we must rely on the power of technology; I believe the new generation of cyborg humans can lead the human race to rise."

An old man at the round table with a prosthetic eye, a mechanical hand, and a voice with a distinct electronic tone sneered disdainfully.

He represented the technological civilization.

"Power of technology?" The Gao Maozi old man immediately became indignant, widening his eyes and saying, "Then can your technology compare to the Mechanical Race?"

"Stop quarreling, what kind of decorum is this?" A bald old man at the round table spoke.

Then, the bald old man continued, "Only the power of Wu Zi can lead the human race to rise."

"With the power of Wu Zi, I believe that without relying on Territory power, it would be enough to trigger a 'Heavenly Demon Class' monster tide!"

He represented the martial arts civilization.

"What's there to argue about? 'Human race rise, human race rise,' you've been chanting that for tens of thousands of years, but which time has it actually risen?"

"Return to the peak of the human race??"

A round-table old man with a third eye on his forehead spoke with great impatience.

He represented the superpower civilization.

In the hall,

listening to the dispute among the five round-table old men, silence instantly fell.

Others dared not interject, but in their hearts, they silently thought of the geniuses of their own civilizations,

what if one of them stood out?

That was the Ten Thousand Worlds Battlefield, full of possibilities and uncertainty.

The 11,520th Lord was tied to the once-in-a-millennium Race Ranking War, tied to the 【Ten Thousand Races List】.

Not just the human race, but all major races of the Ten Thousand Worlds,

were now waiting for the monster wave settlement of the new Lord.

Because the settlement had been delayed, they grew restless, fearing some anomaly had occurred in the battlefield.

The originator of all this was merely a minor figure from a universe without a cultivation system,

from an ordinary planet.

Blue Star, Su Yu.

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(Clouds yearn for garments, flowers yearn for beauty; Xia Tianxuan, with a sleeve of pure wind, solemnly bowed: "I humbly beg all readers, Immortals, to bestow upon this humble maiden a flower rating—I vow to slay demons and purge corruption for you!")