"Then, let's begin dividing up those magical thoughts." Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable's eyes sparkled, "This way, our Celestial Venerable-level combat power will crush the remaining six Celestial Venerables. With overwhelming power, coupled with the advantages of time, place, and unity, the opposition is bound to face inevitable death."
In his eyes, this was the most important matter: leveraging momentum to overthrow the rule of the other Celestial Venerables,
and it had already happened for the third time, becoming second nature.
The new era would no longer see the previous thirteen Celestial Venerables; there would now be seven.
The numbers had halved.
"So let's each divide up the magical thoughts, focusing primarily on reclaiming our own. Is this suitable?"
Void Celestial Venerable seemed relieved, as he unexpectedly gained significant strength by joining in, "As for how to divide them, it remains a problem; perhaps we'll shape them into supreme instruments."
