The golden-scaled figure remained seated upon his towering throne, yet his eyes had grown far sharper than before.

The faint echo of the black dragon roar still lingered in the hall like an omen.

Silence ruled the chamber. None of the dragon-scaled beings dared speak carelessly while their ruler was thinking.

At last, the golden-scaled figure slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept across the hall, and the pressure released from that simple movement caused the air to grow heavy.

"Go," he ordered in a calm voice that carried unquestionable authority. "Find the universe from which that true black dragon roar came."

The moment his words fell, the entire hall erupted into motion.

The seated elders rose instantly.

War generals wrapped in crimson scales stepped forward with fierce expressions. Silver-scaled strategists opened ancient maps formed from floating light. Several figures tore open spatial rifts on the spot, preparing to cross cosmic boundaries.

Others issued commands through dragon runes that flew into the heavens like meteors, summoning fleets, scouts, and bloodline seekers from distant territories.

No one questioned the order.

No one hesitated.

Within moments, the once orderly grand hall had become the center of a vast mobilization spanning universes.

Yet through all of it, the golden-scaled figure remained seated.

He watched the chaos below with quiet amusement.

Then, when no one was close enough to hear, he muttered softly to himself.

"Little brother... has your descendant finally appeared?"

For the first time in ages, a genuine smile appeared on his face.

It was not warm.

It was the smile of someone who had waited through endless years for the return of an opportunity too great to miss.

"Good... very good."

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of the throne.

"We have waited for a very long time."

His golden eyes looked beyond the palace walls, beyond the stars of his universe, beyond the countless realities between him and the source of that roar.

Then his expression gradually turned cold and majestic.

"It is time," he said quietly, "to begin the greatest war the multiverse has ever seen."

The hall trembled.

The stars outside dimmed for a brief instant.

Somewhere across endless universes, ancient forces that had slumbered for eras were about to awaken.

Within the Limitless Expanse Divine Realm, far beyond the countless star realms known to ordinary cultivators, there existed a floating island suspended in the endless void.

From a distance, it appeared no larger than a small landmass drifting silently through space. Its shape was simple, almost unremarkable, and many who saw it from afar would dismiss it as nothing more than an isolated celestial fragment.

But appearances meant nothing there. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Its true size could not be measured from outside.

Its boundaries were hidden by ancient spatial laws so profound that only those who had entered it personally could comprehend its vastness. Within that concealed world were oceans, mountains, ancient cities, sacred lands, and skies large enough to contain stars of their own.

This was one of the most mysterious places in the Limitless Expanse Divine Realm.

At that moment, four figures sat together in a serene pavilion overlooking an endless sea of clouds. A table of white jade rested between them, and fragrant tea steamed gently in crystal cups.

The four figures looked almost human, yet no mortal could mistake them for such.

Each carried an indescribable aura of divinity. Their presence seemed intertwined with natural law itself. Merely sitting there, they gave the impression of beings who stood above heaven and earth, as though gods had chosen human forms for convenience.

They were the Four Primarchs of the Primordial Race.

Ancient rulers.

Living pillars of one of the oldest races in existence.

They had gathered not for politics or conflict, but for quiet tea and discussion.

Then the roar came.

A deep, majestic dragon roar echoed across the floating island, crossing distance, law, and dimensional barriers as though none of them existed. The tea within their cups rippled violently. Clouds below scattered. Even the island’s defensive formations trembled faintly in response.

All four Primarchs stopped what they were doing.

They slowly lifted their gazes and looked toward one another.

The first Primarch let out a long sigh.

"The roar of a true black dragon..." he said softly. "I never believed I would hear that sound again in this lifetime."

The second Primarch’s expression grew grave.

"As much as we dislike admitting it, we all know what this signifies."

His eyes darkened with memory.

"The All Knowing Book recorded it clearly. Whenever the roar of a true black dragon echoes throughout the multiverse, great change follows. Not change of some small forces, but change on the scale of civilizations."

He set down his cup carefully.

"The last time this roar was heard, the bloodline of the true black dragon went extinct. Kazreth invaded our universe with the devil legions. The Spirit Race and Dragon Race entered total war. Entire star realms were burned away."

His voice lowered.

"And in the end, the race that benefited the most from that chaos was the Angel Race."

Silence settled heavily.

Then he continued.

"Now the roar has sounded again."

He looked toward the dark heavens beyond the island.

"I do not know if we will survive what is coming. The last war was already brutal enough to drown eras in blood. Yet I have a feeling the next one will make that conflict look like children fighting in dust."

The third Primarch, a woman whose eyes carried endless wisdom, spoke next.

"The All Knowing Book has never been wrong."

Her tone was calm, but there was steel beneath it.

"We should begin preparing now. Disorder will spread through the multiverse soon enough."

She paused briefly.

"It is fortunate that the Cosmic Ascension Conference will be held soon. Many geniuses will emerge from it."

Then her expression dimmed slightly.

"I only do not know whether those geniuses will have enough time to mature before the storm reaches them."

The three Primarchs fell silent.

Then the last Primarch finally spoke.

Unlike the others, he had not shown fear or concern since the roar began. His expression remained steady, almost detached, as if he had accepted this truth long ago.

"This is inevitable," he said.

His voice was calm, yet it carried immense weight.

"War has never been an accident in the history of existence. It is the result of accumulation. Grudges pile upon grudges. Ambition grows in silence. Fear breeds weapons. Desire breeds alliances. Power creates imbalance, and imbalance always seeks correction through blood."

He slowly rose to his feet.

"The black dragon’s roar did not create what is coming. It merely announced that the hidden fires are ready to surface."

The wind around the pavilion began to stir.

"Every race has prepared in secret. Every ancient enemy remembers old hatred. Every ambitious ruler dreams of ruling the ashes after the slaughter."

His gaze swept across the endless heavens.

"The multiverse has been too quiet for too long."

The other Primarchs listened in silence.

Then the last Primarch spoke one final time.

"When the first blade is drawn, countless others will follow. Worlds will burn. Bloodlines will vanish. New heroes will rise, and old monsters will awaken."

He looked toward the direction from which the dragon roar had come.

"And whether we welcome it or not..."

"The next great war has already begun."