At that critical moment, the phantom of a peerless goddess appeared high above the Origin Realm.
She wore a robe woven from the feathers of countless galaxies. Ethereal and otherworldly, she was Xi Yao, the Goddess of Creation and one of the Origin Realm's two gods.
Xi Yao raised her slender hand. A vast curtain of light spread across the entire Origin Realm, reinforcing its boundaries and shutting out the chaotic currents and aftershocks of battle to keep its lands safe.
She gazed at the Star Seal in the distance, disbelief filling her eyes. Her heart shook.
"What kind of world lies beyond our realm? How can its warriors be this powerful?"
Regret flashed through Xi Yao's eyes. She sighed softly. "I wanted Yuan Chen to strike first, to put these outsiders in their place and establish the Origin Realm's might. It seems we were too arrogant. We underestimated them."
The regret vanished as quickly as it had come. With the battle locked in a stalemate, she could not afford to hesitate.
Xi Yao's gaze sharpened. She flashed through space and entered the battlefield.
"Galaxy Sinks into the Firmament!"
Xi Yao's cool, sacred voice rang through the Chaos. In an instant, billions of brilliant stars lit up the gloom.
Galaxies churned and revolved behind her. Her Star Mist Feather Robe unfurled in the wind, transforming into vast golden-scaled dragon wings. Wherever they swept, stellar law smoothed and devoured the turbulent chaotic currents.
The Vast Dawn Sky-Soaring Wheel spun in the air above her hand. Its twin rings whirled: the inner ring blazed with dawn light that burned away the darkness, while galaxies poured from the outer ring. Billions of stars broke free of their orbits and became blades and chains of condensed starlight, weaving a Celestial Star Net Formation through