In the calm, empty void, starlight shone eternal.
Two powerful figures from the Supernatural Faction—the Purple Pole Palace elder Jade Spirit Dao Venerate and God of Thunder Abreth—flew as they discussed the recent situation.
Jade Spirit Dao Venerate had just concluded the battle at the Nether River Gate. The battle had lasted six thousand years, and both sides had suffered grievous casualties. More than thirty thousand Saint-level experts had fallen—mostly after being captured by the other side for sacrifice, devouring, and the like.
There was one cruel reality in the wars of Saints: prisoners had to die! Guarding a Saint prisoner required two or three experts of the same level, along with even more high-grade materials. It was more worthwhile to kill and devour them to replenish one's own side. If they encountered their own kind, they could simply trade them.
Still, the Supernatural Faction, which had launched the attack, had ultimately won.
As for God of Thunder Abreth, he had arrived later as reinforcements. Afterward, he and Jade Spirit Dao Venerate began discussing Yanhuang Civilization. Though they had only caught a hurried glimpse of it, Yanhuang Civilization's display had been unforgettable.
As the two discussed matters, they suddenly noticed starlight beginning to flare somewhere. Shimmering starlight meant space was no longer smooth. Some great power must have passed through.
"Could some fellow Daoist be passing by?" God of Thunder Abreth said casually, not paying much attention. The void was vast, and it was not easy for Saints to run into one another, but such encounters were not rare either.
Yet the disturbance rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, nearly a third of the stars ahead were "blinking." Vast ripples flashed into the distance, instantly piercing through the void.
Only after a long while did hazy light and