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Toward evening.

The star sea grew slightly dimmer.

Of course.

The laws of the Celestial God Star Sea were rather peculiar. It was forever shrouded in gloom, and the difference in illumination between day and night was not great.

There was not much distinction between day and night.

Most interestingly, in a world dominated by "darkness"—and an immensely vast major world at that—an extraordinary power dominated by "light" had emerged.

That was—Holy Light Power.

Regarding this.

Cheng Han had always been very curious.

He had used the Eye of Omniscience to analyze it many times and had studied Holy Light Power in depth, yet he had never figured out the reason behind it.

He vaguely had a feeling that it was inseparably linked to the war that the three major races, including the Myriad Heavens Race, had waged against the Celestial Race for thousands of years.

At this moment.

Inside the core chamber of Giant Ball One.

Using the Mystic Array projection, Cheng Han gazed at the super-giant Star Disk in the distance and made a bold guess. "Could it be that the thirteen Eternal Celestial Gods found a way to gather light together?"

Logically speaking, it seemed plausible.

Within an almost boundless major world, gathering together all the laws of light—or most of them—could indeed create thirteen Supreme Gods.

Cheng Han's gaze flickered. "The Myriad Heavens Race's nine God Emperors do not possess such capabilities. The Celestial Race must have received outside assistance."

He had another guess: that "outside assistance" was, with a high probability—the Calamity Insect Swarm.

However.

He had no evidence for now.

After a while.

Cheng Han glanced at the monitoring Mystic Array and muttered softly, "The time is about right."

He then issued two orders.

The first was: "Begin battlefield resupply in five minutes."

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