In the next second, the Three Pristine Ones looked at each other, seeing the determination in each other's eyes.
They had no choice but to gamble, to bet that they would ultimately achieve victory in this war.
Their only stake left was their lives.
As long as they could win this war, gain control over the River of Time, they would have a chance at resurrection, a chance to break the final shackles and reach the true other side.
So, they could only choose to use their lives to hold back Su Mu.
Dong——
Dong——
Dong——
The sound of three Chen Drums echoed through the shattered void of the Star Sea, like the voice of the Great Dao, like the Dao Drum and Celestial Chime, endlessly resonating.
In the next second, three golden lotus platforms appeared at the feet of the Three Pristine Ones, gently lifting them upwards.
