When it came to an event concerning the survival of people across the entire world, Star Group concealed nothing. "Crisis Arrives—Crisis Response Plan—Rescue Operation—Results," everything was made public online. Every move Star Group made tugged at countless hearts.
After the first phase of the announcement successfully achieved its intended effect, the entire world erupted. A lingering sense of terror filled everyone's hearts.
They had been only a tiny step away from writing their own If I Can Still Live Three Years.
Only now did everyone understand just how powerful Star Group was, and how the power of technology could overcome every difficulty.
At the same time, they felt profound fear toward the breathtakingly beautiful starry sky above their heads.
What if, next time, an Asteroid larger and faster than this one came crashing in? What if it exceeded the limits of what humanity could deflect?
Without question, if there were no corresponding solution, this world would be destroyed. No one would escape unscathed.
The other old-school cultivators now somewhat understood the formidable nature of the Immortal Progenitor. They had been somewhat unconvinced before, but now they had no choice but to submit. After all, Star Group could resolve a world-destroying Asteroid, but they could not. That was an undeniable fact.
One Ten Thousand Blast after another bloomed silently in space. Not a trace of sound could be heard; there were only dazzling displays of light and shadow on the screens. No one doubted the power of the Explosions. Even the most badass cultivator would be vaporized if stuffed inside one.
The blasted Asteroid gradually departed from its original orbit. According to the calculations, it had completely veered away from the Cultivation Star and would ultimately sweep past it from the side.
At this point, the Asteroid was becoming increasingly pockmarked.