Aircraft of unknowable design soared through the sky.
Bizarre-looking creatures scurried everywhere, from the ends of the earth to the farthest corners of the sea.
Terrorists dreaming of doing something huge and soaring to the heavens in a single step hid in the shadows, preparing their operations.
When such a motley assortment of chaotic characters was brimming with energy, it was often the beginning of disaster...
Especially between the two sides.
Their fundamental conflict of interests drove players and NPCs to spawn countless different conflicts...
Ten years later.
As the various players truly mapped out the rules and workings of the Primordial World,
and figured out how to use things that had previously been unusable here due to incompatibility,
all those people who wanted to accomplish great things finally stepped into the spotlight.
First came an enormous fleet composed of tens of thousands of space warships, blotting out the light the Sun Star cast upon the earth like a curtain covering the sky.
The rest of the heavy war equipment soon followed in a steady stream.
As they continually opened up mines and resource zones throughout the Primordial World, plundering all manner of resources...
A grand war
naturally became unavoidable...
Millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions...
One powerful attack after another surged from the muzzles of ship cannons, flattening towering mountains with the mass of planets, burying river courses that stretched for millions of li, and either killing or capturing demons, monsters, and freaks of every kind...
Some powerful immortals and gods also struck forcefully, destroying those invaders from other worlds, destroying their war machines, and sending massive Fleet Groups tumbling from the heavens like falling garbage...
The Power of Civilization and Individual Power stood out with incomparable clarity at that moment, each shining with its own radiance...