“In other words, generations of celestial emperors and countless divines have stood guard here not to defend the world against that ancient enemy, but just to have their strength passively sapped away? In fact, the enemy from a hundred thousand years ago is able to deplete the world of immortals of her geniuses and experts without lifting a finger at all?” Lu Yun’s expression grew ugly.

“Mmhmm.” The nine celestial emperors nodded and fell silent at the same time.

“Seventy years, you only have seventy years,” Zhao Fengyang finally spoke again after a long moment of silence. “I hope you can create a few more miracles in these seventy years and hold off the endless hordes of yin spirits outside the door.”

Lu Yun...