An hour later.
The council ended.
Cao Cao flew alone toward the Ninth Heaven.
"It's this chaotic?"
Stepping into the Origin World, Cao Cao glanced around and slightly furrowed his brows.
Chaotic!
Utterly chaotic!
Northern Emperor Dao State and East Victory Divine State were still fine, no turmoil yet, but the Western Holy State of the Teachings and the southern Dao States were miserable—powers of all sides contending, slaughter raging up to the heavens.
Thick, clotted blood mist piled upon the firmament, blocking out the sun.
Across the land, corpses lay everywhere, lingering with sky‑piercing pressure—one could tell they had all been overlords of their regions in life.
Death!
Death!
Nothing but death!
This was the true cosmic catastrophe!
"The Machine Race, Ghost Shadow Clan, Buddhist World, Taoist World, Weapon World..."
