Libra No. 11, the resource planet. Central Teleportation Hall.
The White-Winged Divine Envoy stood before the main Control Console and slammed a fist into the control panel.
"Still not ready?!" he roared at his adjutant.
The adjutant was drenched in sweat, his hands flying over the runic keyboard.
"My lord, the million-year-old Divine Origin Grass in Vault Three contains too much energy. The Space Channel needs two minutes to establish stable coordinates. Forcing the jump now will trigger Spatial Turbulence!"
The White-Winged Divine Envoy kicked the adjutant aside, lunged at the Control Console, and entered the highest-level authorization code.
"We don't have two minutes! Otis didn't even last half an hour, and Holy Gold No. 7 has been wiped out. If we don't leave now, we're dead!"
The hundreds of personal guards he had brought were hauling enormous metal crates etched with spatial seals onto the Teleportation Array. Every crate was packed with top-grade divine plants accumulated by the Libra No. 11 Outpost.
A shrill defense alarm sounded at the edge of the ecological garden. The hall's dome exploded.
Three colossal black motherships, their hulls coursing with High-Tier Law Fragments, smashed through the planet's atmospheric defense grid and came to a halt in low orbit.
Their vast shadows swallowed the entire Teleportation Hall.
The White-Winged Divine Envoy looked up, and his heart skipped a beat.
More than a thousand high-dimensional warships of every kind crowded around the three motherships. They had Libra No. 11 completely surrounded.
A mothership's hatch opened.
Dragon Soaring World leaped out with his exclusive divine artifact, Undying Battle Soul, slung over his shoulder. The several-hundred-meter drop did nothing to slow him.
With a boom, he smashed a crater into the ecological garden's spirit soil.
Dragon Soaring World got to his feet, brushed off the dirt, and