In the dark star sea, a massive Star Fortress sat motionless.
Inside the fortress, however, everyone was rushing about. There wasn't a smile to be seen; every face was marked by unease and anxiety.
Four people stood in the fortress's innermost temple. At their head was a burly, middle-aged man with golden hair and golden eyes.
He was the Purple Winged Blade Emperor. Now that Sanger had fallen, he had become the one in charge.
Standing beside him were two men and one woman, all around forty. They were also Level Seven War Emperors, but their expressions were grave and unsmiling. They stood silently, seemingly waiting for something.
Suddenly, beams of white light shot down from the starry dome above the temple, landing on its seven divine thrones. It was as if seven True Gods had descended. Each wore golden robes and sat upon a high-backed throne, radiating boundless majesty.
On the central throne sat a tall old man dressed in golden robes. He held a long purple-gold staff covered in snake-scale patterns, its tip set with a fist-sized, faceted orange-gold crystal that gleamed brilliantly in the light.
The old man's skin was unnaturally pale, and he looked quite aged. His icy blue eyes were unfathomably deep, like the endless starry sky.
The four Level Seven Liquid Metal Warriors lowered their heads respectfully at the sight of the seven figures.
"Greetings, Grand Elder and honored elders!"
Purple Wing bowed respectfully to the elders.
"Purple Wing, is the information you sent accurate?"
The pale-skinned old man on the central throne spoke. His voice was deep and resonant, nothing like what his aged appearance suggested. It rang through the grand temple like a divine chant.
Purple Wing replied respectfully:
"Everything in my report is accurate. Xinghe, the Void Glimpse powerhouse from Tianli