Eight months later.
Virtual Universe, an incomparably grand conference hall.
The dome towered ten thousand meters high, while projections of stars slowly revolved, as though the entire starry sky had been brought into the hall.
At the center of the hall, hundreds of figures sat on either side of a thousand-meter-long dark gold conference table.
Every one of them exuded an aura as vast and unfathomable as an abyss.
Laws swirled around them, and space itself faintly warped.
They were all Dominator Tier beings stationed across the various war zones of the Outer Domain Battlefield!
At the very front of the conference table, three steps above all the other seats, stood a towering throne.
The throne was forged from some unknown dark gold metal.
Chaotic currents flowed across its surface, as if it bore the origin of the universe.
A figure sat upon the throne.
He wore a simple black battle robe, his face shrouded in a hazy glow that concealed his features.
Yet the moment he sat there, the space throughout the entire conference hall seemed to freeze.
All laws, all energy, paid homage to him.
His mere existence imposed a pressure rooted in the very essence of life.
Like a god descending upon the world, looking down upon all living beings.
He was the supreme commander of the Human Race's Outer Domain Battlefield.
An expert above the Dominator Tier!
"Supreme Commander."
A Dominator clad in silver armor, with six pairs of light wings on his back, rose to his feet and respectfully bowed toward the throne.
"News has arrived from the Third War Zone.
The spatial fluctuations of the Starfall Secret Realm have reached their peak. It is expected to fully open within three months."
"The Starfall Secret Realm?"
The figure on the throne spoke slowly.
His voice