The days that followed were just as everyone had expected.
Before discussing the central battlefield, Cang Sheng, the deputy leader of the Alliance, redefined the territories of the powerful races in the universe and emphasized the issue of borders.
However, most of the races still maintained their territories and did not change much.
Only a powerful race called the Blue Blood Race was accused of not providing enough support and had their territory confiscated by Cang Sheng.
After that, the captured Blue Blood Great Emperor was brought up. He knelt down and begged for mercy when he saw Cang Sheng.
However, his fate was already decided and could not be changed.
In despair, he exploded with the power of a pinnacle Emperor-level that shook the heavens and earth.
However, from beginning to end, Cang Sheng had only glanced at him indifferently before the Blue-blooded Great Emperor exploded, leaving not even a trace of him behind.
The entire Blue Blood Race suffered a tragic fate. Their entire race was enslaved by other races.
The other great emperors were shocked and felt sorry for them.
Only the newly promoted Purple Sky Great Emperor volunteered to go after the Blue Blood Race's upper echelons and was approved by Cang Sheng.
In the massive central conference hall, Yang Xuan was inwardly alarmed.
The blue blood on the ground seemed to be telling the difference in power between a Great Emperor and a Sage. Even if he used all his power, he would not be able to kill a pinnacle great emperor with a single glance.
This was the power of a Sage. All the great emperors were like ants in front of a Sage.
The small incident before the conference could not change the course of the conference. Cang Sheng then explained the real purpose of gathering the great emperors.
It was simple. He wanted to raise taxes and it was not a small amount.
If it was before, the great emperors might have argued. However, with the Blue Blood Great Emperor as an example, the new tax policy was passed without any resistance. There was not even a single voice of objection.
The Conference of a Thousand Races ended just like that and the great emperors began to return.
With their return, the names of Tianxuan The Great, Yang Xuan, and Purple Demon Great Emperor, Zi Tian would spread throughout the universe.
When they arrived, the flying ships of the Tianqin Race were everywhere. However, when they returned, there was only one flying ship left.
Yang Xuan, who was deep in thought, suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Where is the central battlefield?"
This was a question that existed in his heart.
This time, when he went to the Central Battlefield, he only saw the glory of the Myriad Races Alliance. He did not see any trace of the Central Battlefield, which was very strange.
"The cosmic cube at the center of the cosmic ring is both the center of power of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races and the passage to the central battlefield. If you want to enter the central battlefield, you have to go through the passage in the cosmic cube," Qin Liuyun explained.
She paused for a moment. Seeing that Yang Xuan was still puzzled, she explained, "The so-called Central Battlefield is the void between our universe and the universe where the Extraterrestrial Devils are. You can only enter it through the channel."
Yang Xuan finally understood and said, "Parallel universe?"
Qin Liuyun nodded. "Technological civilizations have such a term, but we're still used to calling it extraterrestrial."
Yang Xuan asked again, "Did any of the reinforcements from the various clans return?"
This was another question he had.
It seemed that none of the warriors who entered the Central Battlefield returned.
Qin Liuyun frowned. "I don't think so. Maybe they've died in battle. Maybe the battle there is too intense and they have no time to return."
After a pause, she continued, "But many Emperors and Great Emperors have entered the Central Battlefield. The battle there is indeed very fierce, and there's only a slim chance of survival."
Yang Xuan did not say anything. For some reason, he felt that something was wrong, but he could not pinpoint what exactly was wrong.
After a while, Yang Xuan said, "I want to go to the Central Battlefield to gain experience."
Qin Liuyun was stunned, then nodded. "You can apply to Cang Sheng, but I advise you not to go."
"Why?" Yang Xuan asked.
"The Extraterrestrial Devils are very powerful. There are many Great Emperors and even Saints. Although you have the power of three Great Emperors, it's still very dangerous there," Qin Liuyun said.
Then, she sighed. "I didn't expect you to have the power of three Great Emperors. If you have enough time, it's not impossible for you to become a Saint."
"Become a Saint? How? "Yang Xuan asked casually.
"Since ancient times, when a Great Emperor has the power of five Great Emperors, he can become a Saint. Now that you have the power of three Great Emperors, if you can cultivate the power of two more Great Emperors, you can become a Saint, "Qin Liuyun said longingly.
If Yang Xuan became a Saint, the Tianqin Clan's status would rise, and they would no longer have to look at other people's faces.
"Five Great Emperors to become a Saint?" Yang Xuan asked curiously. It was his first time hearing such a thing.
"You don't know?" Qin Liuyun looked at him strangely. Then, she explained, "Since ancient times, you can become a Saint by layering the power of five Great Emperors. It's just that it's too difficult, and there hasn't been a single Saint in tens of thousands of years."
Five Great Emperors?
Yang Xuan fell into deep thought.
However, in his mind, a figure gradually became clearer.
Xiang Lai, Tian Lang Lai.
Xiang Lai's words echoed in his mind again and again.
Dao is nothingness, creating something out of nothing!
Just as he was deep in thought, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the command ship.
"Yang Xuan, come out and meet me."
Yang Xuan raised his head slightly and looked at Qin Liuyun beside him.
However, Qin Liuyun did not react, as if she did not hear him at all.
When she saw Yang Xuan looking at her, she looked confused.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "That Great Emperor Zi Mo seems to be looking for someone to catch up with."
"Zi Tian?" Qin Liuyun was shocked.
"Don't worry, I'll go take a look," Yang Xuan patted Qin Liuyun's hand, and then his body slowly disappeared.
Outside the starry sky, Zi Tian, who was dressed in purple armor, stood with his hands behind his back. He quietly looked at Yang Xuan, who was walking toward him step by step. However, there was no longer an arrogant expression on his face.
"What's the matter?" Yang Xuan walked up to him and said calmly.
"You're not bad. I'm very pleased to have an opponent like you," Zi Tian said with a smile.
"I'm not pleased. What's the matter? Just say it." Yang Xuan flicked his finger, and a small meteorite beside him was flicked away.
"Heh, I'm here to tell you that I've already reserved a place for you on the monument behind me." Zi Tian's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Is that so? I'm very honored," Yang Xuan said noncommittally.
"I'll use your blood to paint the starry sky inch by inch. I'll use your flesh and bones to create the scenery on my path to the Saint level. Yang Xuan, enjoy this glory." Zi Tian sneered, his voice as cold as ice.
Yang Xuan sighed helplessly. He was helpless to meet a guy who always stole his lines.
Speaking of which, he was very familiar with this line. He often said it when he was on the Martial God Star.
"Alright, alright, I know. I'm the scenery, I'm the monument. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to sleep. Bye." Yang Xuan said unhappily. He then waved his hand and turned to leave.
"You …" Zi Tian was choked to death. He almost couldn't catch his breath and went berserk.
However, this was still the territory of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races. With Cang Sheng's words, he had no choice but to endure. He couldn't do anything here.
"Hmph, just you wait. I'll let you know what cruelty is."
His face was ferocious as his figure gradually dissipated.
Just as Yang Xuan and Zi Tian were discussing the scenery, in the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, the white-robed Cang Sheng sat alone on the throne. His gaze seemed to penetrate the starry sky and landed on an unknown distance.
After a while, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Interesting."
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