Because so many lives had died in such a short time, the cosmic Death Rule had even descended here. To this day, faint traces of death still lingered. No guidance was needed; this place was a natural domain of death. On planets and in space alike, the influence of the Death Rule could give rise to undead or Ghost Ships at any moment.
"I can feel that there's some kind of opportunity here. Maybe it'll let me advance further," Link said hesitantly.
"Then that's perfect. We can all go take a look when the final battle comes~" Lin Zhichen replied. His gaze had already settled on the deepest darkness at the heart of the galaxy. He sensed a familiar presence there: the Dark God, the instigator of all this.
"Amon~"
He spoke softly. It seemed that the call had caught the attention of some being. A gaze emerged from the Galactic Core Area and fell upon the Dawn, sailing through deep space.
There was no sign of surprise. The Titan Ship had arrived here two or three years ago. Their opponent had probably noticed the arrival of this Psionic Starship at the very first moment.
"So this is the battlefield you prepared?"
Two Saint wills of different natures collided, sending violent echoes through High-Dimensional Space-Time.
For an instant, it was like a Supernova Explosion. The High-Dimensional Space-Time across the entire starfield collapsed as its Rules System crumbled, turning in the blink of an eye into a sea of chaos.
This was not a true clash. The two Saints touched and immediately withdrew. The Starship continued on its course, while the previously quiet Galactic Core Area gradually began to stir.
"This place has become a paradise for abominations~" Wei Peng couldn't help sighing. Through a Saint's vision, he glimpsed the truth