While a great catastrophe was brewing on Firmament Star.
Far away in the Nine Heavens.
At a certain corner in space, a middle-aged man abruptly opened his eyes and glanced in Firmament Star's direction. "This is the energy from the Demonic Realm! Has the Demonic Realm broken their seal?!"
At this moment, at the highest part of the Nine Heavens, streams of Empyrean Thoughts appeared.
"The Demonic Realm has broken the seal. Someone has to go down there to stop them. "
"No, we can't. Firmament Star has not produced a new Emperor yet, and the Heavenly Dao hasn't fully recovered. It won't be able to bear the energy of an Emperor. If we force it and descend into the realm now, The Great Era that everyone has so painstakingly waited for will be ended prematurely. We won't know how long we'll need to wait for the next one to emerge again."