Originally, the territory of the three Lingyang clans had already fallen apart under the pressure, leaving only the aerial fortresses built later and the Illusory Star Region relatively intact.
Those still remaining in the Illusory Star Region consisted of the natives from its original life-bearing stars, some Lingyang martial artists, and a few reclusive Imperial clans.
However, with the departure of the human race's historical records, the forbidden-path divine patterns surrounding the region had weakened considerably. As time passed, they would eventually vanish completely.
As the formation weakened, quite a few foreign races had entered this region in recent days. Among them were even two Supremes, but the moment they stepped into the Illusory Star Region, they were slain by an Imperial weapon.
The remaining seventh- and eighth-order beings had also been mostly exterminated, with only a few left. Yet this barely maintained balance clearly could not last long.
Without a sufficiently powerful backing, the Illusory Star Region being swallowed up was only a matter of time.
Yang Fuji had circled the Illusory Star Region for a long while. Only after confirming that the formation patterns around it posed no threat did he restrain his aura and step into the sea of stars.
Not long after entering this star region, he smelled the stench of blood. Supreme blood had splattered across the starry sky and had yet to be washed away, with fragments of a Dao Fruit still lingering within it.
Upon sensing this, Yang Fuji's heart sank. The fall of a Supreme meant extreme danger. Perhaps he should never have entered this place.
Having developed the urge to retreat, Yang Fuji acted decisively. He took out a blood-colored talisman and clasped it in his palm, then skirted the many giant cities entrenched among the stars and moved