"Not a bad place."
"Pretty magnificent!"
"What a dense biological aura. Fourth tier, huh? Mm, probably pseudo-fourth tier."
"Pseudo-fourth tier is still pretty good. How many level-three civilizations these days can break through to pseudo-fourth tier?"
The Nomads' senior leaders pointed here and there, speaking with considerable swagger.
However, the two Khans, who had remained silent all this time, did not think they were lying.
They had personally witnessed these people transform into fourth-tier monsters one after another on the Civilization Battlefield!
They were not ordinary fourth-tier beings, either. Even among fourth-tier existences, they were top-tier.
For these monsters to approve of something meant that this "Heavenly Khan's Legacy" truly looked impressive.
And that was exactly the case.
The ground beneath their feet was warm: living bedrock with the toughness of metal. It resembled the skin of a sleeping colossal beast, and beneath it flowed a power capable of tearing apart continental shelves. As far as the eye could see, there were no longer specific objects, but miracles of carbon-based life:
To the left was the "Weapon Galaxy," an array of armaments powered by countless biological fusion cores resembling living stars.
Some resembled winding nebulae—biological super-cannons capable of releasing gamma rays. Others were spore clusters as deep as black holes, absolute defensive barriers capable of devouring energy. There were even colossal skeletons as massive as mountain ranges. They were not fossils, but planetary strategic biological weapons in hibernation. Their silence was more threatening than any roar.
To the right was the "Nomadic Sea." It had no definite form, only a roiling chaotic ocean composed of powerful genes.
Projections of lifeforms beyond comprehension occasionally surfaced within the sea—ether whales capable of winding around stars, spacetime serpents with gravity for scales, and embryonic forms of the Old Ones, whose vague outlines alone