Invisible structures, precise and orderly arrangements, incomparably violent collisions.
What exactly was happening inside the Zerg Dominator's soul?
Why did repeating this operation countless times genuinely strengthen its soul?
Aburame Tetsumaru sank into deep thought. He already knew that the Otsutsuki Clan had entered the predetermined battlefield, and the war he had planned for thirty years was about to begin. But he could not give up this opportunity. That tiny spark of inspiration was right before him, and seizing it was far more important than the temptation of personally wiping out the Otsutsuki Clan.
Since failure in the war was impossible, there was nothing to worry about.
Aburame Tetsumaru relinquished command of the war, and the other Advents naturally stepped in, running the war through cooperation.
Do not be fooled by the fact that the Zenith Civilization now had more than thirteen hundred Advents. In truth, the threshold for becoming an Advent was steadily rising. Every Advent was an elite who had fought their way out from among millions, with every reason to be proud.
What Advents compared was strength, achievements, and seniority. But achievements were hard to come by, strength was difficult to measure, and seniority alone could not convince anyone. As a result, the Advents were divided into three tiers. The gap between tiers was as clear as a cliff, yet within the same tier, no one accepted anyone else's authority.
Other than the civilization's leader, Aburame Tetsumaru, the first tier included all Stellar combatants, as well as the three top researchers led by Grand Yang Fish.
Grand Yang Fish was unmatched in research and had the final say there, but when it came to war, the Zenith Civilization had no deputy leader. Not even Eighth Master or Warhammer could overpower the others.
They were naturally polite when