The Hunter of Hunters

Pitch-black shadows sprawled across the far reaches of the Empyrean, positioned between the Empyrean and the Material Universe, spanning two dimensions.

No emotion could be seen within those shadows—only naked hunger, greed, arriving from distant deep space among the stars in pursuit of an appetite that could never be satisfied.

Many mistook its existence as being for the acquisition of more matter and energy, but that was actually a misunderstanding.

Across the entire galaxy, only the Eldar had barely glimpsed a portion of its true nature.

The Eldar called it the Dragon, called it distant hunger, called it the Dragon of Hunger. Compared to the somewhat unreasonable name Tyranid Swarm, there was no doubt that the name bestowed upon it by the Eldar came closer to its essence.

Reflected in Zhou Yun's eyes were scenes from within those shadows. Countless destinies rose within the real universe, their primal hunger gathering them together and twisting them into an immense braided rope.

Those countless living beings abandoned their wills, their souls, their existences, and their destinies, sacrificing everything they had and converging into a single grand existence.

Many believed that this existence existed to seize more energy and matter.

But that was a misunderstanding. It had never pursued mere matter. Its purpose was to fill its bottomless hunger, to satisfy its desire to eat. Eating itself mattered more than anything else; how much matter it consumed was secondary.

It was powerful—extraordinarily powerful. In terms of the sheer breadth of its domain, it was at least on par with Tzeentch and Nurgle, perhaps even greater.

And it posed a greater threat to Zhou Yun than the other divine beings did.

Its domain barely overlapped with Zhou Yun's at all. It had nothing to do with machinery. Its act of integrating genetically altered lifeforms