In the Abyss, the Immortal Kings of every clan awoke, slowly opening their eyes.
After listening to the decree within the empress's Dao Rhyme, dormant Immortal King auras erupted from all directions.
"Is the True King selection finally beginning?"
"Eight hundred years. So short. It passed in the blink of an eye."
"Although it was only eight hundred years, it surpasses ten thousand years of bitter cultivation in the outside world. I dare not dream of becoming a True King, but a True King Deputy—"
"This is the hope of my clan. I will fight for it with my life!"
"The Myriad Races Calamity is upon us. Only by seizing power can we save our own clans!"
Countless gazes turned toward the Tower of the Myriad Heavens.
On the golden ranking list outside the tower, the top ten seats gathered innumerable stares, thrones that everyone coveted.
At the same moment, inside the tower, figures flew out from every floor like a swarm of locusts.
Since the Dao Rhyme was transmitted, the trials in the Tower of the Myriad Heavens had ceased, so the people inside naturally had to come out.