Li Qingyun left as soon as he said he would, without leaving behind so much as a wisp of cloud.
His great sleeves fluttered, his steps shifted the stars. With a single thought, he had already walked out of the Ninety-second Sequence Chain, which had long since become ruins.
With another step, he arrived at the Ninety-first Sequence Chain.
His gaze swept across this bleak void, and ripples stirred faintly in his heart.
This place had been caught up in the flames of war. More than eighty percent of the Great Universes had already been smashed to pieces, leaving only scattered star regions still stubbornly emitting faint traces of life.
What moved Li Qingyun was the sight of several colossal radiant ships drifting through the void like ghosts. The flags hanging from them did not belong to the legions, but bore the banners of the Xia Clan, Ji Clan, Yin Clan, and other lineages.
These colossal radiant ships were not searching for survivors from the remaining star regions. Instead, people aboard held crystal bottles and cast spells upon those scattered Great Universes.
They were wantonly injecting "sources of contamination," seeking to ripen those surviving star regions and harvest them ahead of time.
The situation at the front was unfavorable, and the low-dimensional star regions controlled by the various lineages had become the most desolate of "medicinal primer grounds."
Before the Eternal Clan themselves were wiped out, they intended to squeeze the last drop of blood from these star regions.
"Truly, beneath eternity, all are insects and ants. The Eternal Clan is dark and lawless; one day, they will suffer the backlash of native karma..."
Li Qingyun's face was icy as he swept his gaze around, yet he did not act, nor did he have any reason to.
Before changing the