This was an ordinary plane.
Within it lay a complete sea of stars and independent rules.
One beautiful planet after another revolved steadily within it.
And within them,
countless races and civilizations were nurtured.
Some backward races still played at wilderness survival upon their planets' surfaces, studying how to drill wood for fire and muddling through their days in ignorance.
Other races, however, had already created planet-sized warships and embarked upon their own interstellar expeditions, intending to establish their own hegemony within that vast sea of stars.
Meanwhile, on the other side of spacetime, amid another utterly different development of the Worldline,
countless powerful beings roamed freely through the sea of stars.
Even plucking stars and seizing moons, crossing the void—
to them, such things were nothing remarkable.
Above them were even more powerful existences, who relied upon their original worlds to carve out new Otherdimensional Worlds for themselves, where they proclaimed themselves gods and ancestors!
Besides that,
across all manner of Worldlines, there were many completely different forms of development and paths.
Magic, technology, martial arts, the immortal path...
All in all,
everything was, by and large, flourishing in a state of tremendous vitality.
It was at this moment
that a deep black light,
like a steel needle piercing foam, instantly penetrated the plane's external defenses, breaking through layer upon layer of blockades in a straight line and driving directly into the plane's interior.
At that instant,
dull roars resounded simultaneously throughout the plane's vast and boundless territories.
Countless sources of power representing the plane's vitality surged and boiled for an instant before, in the blink of an eye, all falling into silence.
It was also at this moment
that those existences capable of reaching Heaven's ear and sensing the Heavenly Dao all revealed expressions of astonishment and disbelief.