The Eastern Front's supreme command bastion in the Spark War Zone hung in the depths of space like a cold, silent black diamond.
Ever since Jiang Yue ordered the entire line to hold its ground, the strategic center commanding nearly three hundred frontline planets had fallen into absolute silence for dozens of days.
The more than three hundred veteran generals at the front were uneasy, but the newly ascended Grandmaster's power could suppress entire star systems, and his fearsome reputation on Abyss Pole Star was still fresh in their minds. None dared defy him.
The entire Eastern Front was like a War Behemoth forced to bow its head. In this meat grinder of a stalemate, it halted every strategic counterattack and did nothing but mechanically reinforce its defenses and count its seemingly endless ammunition.
Rumors began to spread quietly among the lower-ranking officers.
Some guessed that the young commander had suffered a hidden injury on Abyss Pole Star and needed to recover in seclusion. Others muttered in private that a legend of the Martial Path was still just a fighter,
helpless before a vast, tangled interstellar war involving hundreds of billions of lives, and capable only of adopting the most conservative defensive tactics.
But they had no idea what breathtaking storm of thought, beyond the limits of human imagination, was raging behind the closed Darkstar Meteoric Iron doors of the supreme strategy hall.
Every conventional light in the vast, dim hall had been switched off.
Only the immense Quantum Mainframe at its center gave off a dazzling ice-blue glow. Jiang Yue sat cross-legged at the heart of that light.
He wore no officer's uniform, only a simple black shirt. His eyes were nearly shut, his breathing barely perceptible.
From his forehead, the immense, almost tangible azure Mindforce of a Level