The vast starry sky was home to far more than just the Human Race.
There were other races, fiercer and more aggressive. It could be said that no race capable of surviving in the starry sky was easy to provoke; those gentle races had long since been weeded out.
If Nine Provinces had continued to stand quietly in this stretch of starry sky, it might have enjoyed peace for much longer. After all, the Void was boundless. Though Nine Provinces was a massive Star Body, it was not so easily discovered.
Those Human Race cultivators who had rushed out of Nine Provinces might have done so in pursuit of greater power, but they could never have imagined that by leaving Nine Provinces and coming into contact with the Void, they would bring disaster upon their mother world.
At some unknown time, an alien army followed the trail here and massed beyond the Nine Provinces World. A great war was on the verge of erupting.
A war of this level was utterly beyond Lu Ye's imagination. Though he had only recently experienced a war between the Human Race and the Insect Race, compared to this, the Nine Provinces cultivators' counterattack on the Great Insect Mystic Realm had been no more than children playing house.
Whether in scale or brutality, the wars of that ancient age far surpassed anything Lu Ye had known.
The ancient Nine Provinces cultivators had been immensely powerful. They faced one world-destroying war after another, repelling wave after wave of formidable enemies.
Yet every war came with the deaths of countless cultivators.
Eventually, at a certain moment, Nine Provinces' situation began to turn dire. Boundless flames of war spread through the starry sky around the Nine Provinces World. Stars were blasted to pieces, and the invaders drawn by