An hour later, all the core deities of the Nine Heavens Dynasty, whether it was Cangqiongxing Base or Luo Jianyin, all gathered in the main hall.

Zhao Chu stood in front of the dragon chair. He did not sit down. Instead, he turned his back to everyone and remained motionless.

Zhao Chu maintained this posture for more than an hour.

Finally, all the core deities put down what they were doing and arrived.

Wu Guohan and Mu Shenglan were the first to arrive. They looked at each other. Although Zhao Chu did not speak, people could feel the solemn atmosphere in the Jinluan Palace.

Wu Guohan has not yet had a chance to talk about his plan to retreat.

Luo Jianyin had a gloomy face, and Zhao Chu gathered everyone together. There must be something important to announce.

It's not even good news.

"Everyone come here!"

Zhao Chu turned his back to everyone and asked.

"They're all here!"

Makiolan clasped his fists.

"There are many things that I have been hiding from everyone, but in 300 years, our cultivation civilization will face annihilation. Everyone, including me, may die!"

"I'm not kidding. The first-generation God-Emperor committed suicide and the second-generation God-Emperor went crazy because of this reason!"

"Please take a look at these audio and video materials first!"

After Zhao Chu finished speaking, he opened up everything about the Earth Fleet without waiting for Mu Shenglan and the others to ask questions.

Next, the sights of all the Core Heavenly Lords were completely immersed in the battles of the Earth Fleet one after another.

At this moment, no one among the Heavenly Lords dared to breathe.

…

Zhao Chu sat on the dragon chair, lowering his head and thinking deeply.

The light curtain was right above his head, the sparks of war were constantly flashing in the universe, and the invisible pressure was like an indescribable mountain. The oppressive Zhao Chu could hardly breathe.

…

300 years.

The error will not exceed 10 years.

This is the current coordinates of the Earth Fleet and the cosmic distance between the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain.

At the moment when the Eagle Emperor died, Zhao Chu used the power of his mind to follow the Eagle Emperor's brainwaves, thus roughly calculating the current position of the Earth Fleet.

He killed the Eagle King, and this time the Earth Fleet will never let go of the cultivation civilization again.

A group that has invaded the Earth's home planet should be a formidable enemy.

Therefore, the remaining time of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm is only about 300 years.

The time was tighter than Zhao Chu originally expected.

There is no need to wait for you to become a god, the Earth Fleet is coming.

Perhaps in a few months, the first batch of detectors will arrive.

The war is really about to begin.

Very suddenly.

But there’s nothing you can do!

…

Finally, the Heavenly Lords finished reading everything about the Earth Fleet.

This time, many of the puzzles in the Nine Heavens Fairyland were solved.

The mystery of the suicide of the first god-emperor.

The mystery of the second-generation God Emperor Qiu Hao's madness.

There was also the Nine Heavens Peak Battle ten years ago. Why was it that no one could successfully become a god under those circumstances?

Why does the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm suppress the monks from breaking through, and why does it have barriers to ascension?

Everything is to make yourself weak.

It turns out that there is a terrifying hunter in the vast void of the universe.

As long as any civilization dares to become a god, all of them will become the prey of hunters.

If you want to be safe, you can only cut off your limbs and show weakness to the enemy.

And why the Eagle Emperor is so powerful? It turns out that he comes from that demon fleet.

Now that the Eagle Emperor has been killed, the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm has also been put on the demon fleet's must-kill list.

300 years later, the demon fleet will come in person.

I can't imagine it.

The entire cultivation civilization should become a speck of dust in the universe like the countless civilizations that were destroyed before.

How terrible!

The light curtain has been closed for a long time, but the Heavenly Lords have not spoken for a long time. The atmosphere in the Jinluan Palace is terrifyingly dead.

"Great Emperor, what are your plans next...?"

Finally, Jing Qingsu couldn't help but ask.

Now that Zhao Chu has announced everything, he may have some plans.

"Please tell me your opinions!"

Zhao Chu looked at everyone and asked.

"I think we should escape and find a planet suitable for survival."

Makiolan thought for a while and said.

There is no chalcedony in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, so it doesn't make much sense for the monks to stay here.

You can imitate the ancestors of the cultivation civilization and embark on a migration journey.

As for confronting the Earth Fleet head-on, that is a joke, and everyone present is not stupid.

"The goal of the demon fleet is to destroy the cultivation civilization, not the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain."

"I thought about this migration route, it's meaningless."

Zhao Chu shook his head.

The Earth Fleet is targeting the cultivation civilization and there is no way to escape.

Moreover, the migration of the universe does not happen in a day or two.

If this group of heavenly beings were the only ones left in the cultivation civilization, it would be easy to go into battle with a light vehicle.

But the most difficult place to migrate in the universe is all living beings.

If you don't care about all living beings, it's just a pure escape, nothing more.

And after escaping, there is still no way to survive.

"Great Emperor, after you become a god, won't you have any hope?"

Wu Guohan asked.

Zhao Chu has been creating miracles all along, what if he can create miracles again?

"There is no hope. I have calculated ten thousand possibilities, and they all lead to death."

Zhao Chu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The atmosphere fell into dead silence again. Others also made several suggestions one after another, but there was no hope at all.

A layer of frost spread across the floor of Jinluan Hall, and people's faces were almost frozen.

"Forget it, I'll think of something else!"

"We still have 300 years. In these 300 years, we will do whatever it takes to create demigods, no matter the cost. The more, the better."

After a while, Zhao Chu stood up.

"Great Emperor, according to the situation inside the light curtain, Emperor Zun is of no great use at all."

Mu Shenglan said.

"Other than that, what else can we do?"

"If you have one more Emperor, you may be able to live for one more minute."

Zhao Chu said.

"But……"
To be continued...