Augusta told Benjamin about a few more things that had happened over the past ten years.
She mainly described how she had led her legions in conquering the Spirit Race's plane cluster, along with the current situation in each region.
She had clearly organized all the information: which planes were fully under control, where remnants of Spirit Race resistance remained, and which regions had entered the initial stages of takeover.
"That's about it."
Augusta raised a hand and sent Benjamin a set of spatial coordinates and a map of the planes. "What comes next will be rather tedious, so I'll leave it to you. I need to help my family deal with a few things first."
Benjamin put away the information. "Go ahead."
"See you."
Augusta did not linger. She soon left through spatial teleportation.
Only after her presence had vanished completely did Benjamin turn to look at the plane cluster behind him.
By then, the Spirit Race's plane cluster had completely lost its former order.
Countless planes still floated there in silence, but most of the once-dense spiritual fluctuations of the Spirit Race had disappeared.
Still, there were troublesome matters to deal with.
The Sacred Spirit Civilization had controlled a staggering number of planes. Even after some had been destroyed, nearly ten thousand remained. Standing in the void and gazing at the cluster, Benjamin truly understood what it meant to lack the capacity to absorb his gains.
If all he needed to do was destroy them or crush their main forces, it would not have been particularly difficult.
His Dharma Image and the Dragonblood Mushroom People's self-destructing legion, combined with the Black Giants' ground advance, could crush any plane's resistance in a short time. But thoroughly clearing out every plane in the cluster, cataloging and packing its resources, technologies,