The Might of the Dominator

Right now, throughout the universe, all territories from the first to the eighth heaven of the Phoenix Star Cluster had fallen completely.

Not only that, but the vast domain of the entire Zeta Star Realm, with a diameter exceeding hundreds of millions of light years, had also been reshuffled.

The grand strategy led by Miaohan had started even earlier, and its progress so far was going very smoothly.

The Army of Great Peace and the Fatima Insectoid Race advanced alternately through galaxy after galaxy, either taking them in or destroying them.

The Zetas were simply unable to resist, and the vassal slave civilizations under their command rose up on the momentum, rebelling one after another.

Opening Heaven Cultivators were born in all the rebelling civilizations, following the Army of Great Peace to conquer Zeta.

For a time, the fires of war blazed throughout Zeta territory.

Just as they had thought before setting out from the Milky Way, the prairie fire was now burning across the universe.

This once-prosperous and arrogant empire was already on the verge of collapse and tottering.

Only one breath was left.

This breath was the Ruler. As long as he did not die, the Zeta Civilization would not be finished.

Relying on their population and massive territorial depth, those Zeta people—who had bred for thousands of years and reproduced in countless numbers—would still fight to the bitter end. Countless slaves and vassals still did not dare to make a complete break.

In the Fiftieth Heaven, the universe was pitch black without a single star.

In a massive region with a diameter of ten million light years, there was only one seemingly ordinary planet.

It was flourishing with life, densely covered in all sorts of bizarre animals and plants.

A portion of them seemed to possess intelligence,