For the next five years, in humanity's new home, the aberration phenomenon was indeed effectively contained. Yet the drop in welfare caused by resource shortages sparked no small amount of grumbling. Overall, however, things remained stable.
It seemed that, with humanity's migration, disaster had receded into the distance.
But in truth, at the other end of the universe, the power of the apocalypse had already occupied an entire star system. High concentrations of apocalyptic radiation plundered the vitality of all things.
Through their observational infrastructure, the Empire's scholars clearly saw that in the First Ecological Zone, the earliest ecological zone, the insectoid race—which had evolved to break down matter into energy and even travel between the stars—was suffering mass deaths among its basic units.
Everything had come far too suddenly. First the ordinary units, then the elite ones...
Within an extremely short span of time, because it had arrived too quickly, the Swarm Overlord had no time to respond. The mass death of its basic units made even its collective consciousness difficult to sustain, causing its overall intelligence to plummet drastically.
In the end, around a hundred days later, only the Overlord's brain remained alive. And under such circumstances, its psychic fluctuations released one final cry of grief.
The Empire intercepted that cry. Listening to it, feeling the despair within it, every scholar fell silent at that moment.
Would the Overlord's today become humanity's tomorrow?!
Everyone could not help but ponder that question.
Even Luo Zhen, the Emperor of the Empire, remained silent for a long time. He thought: if his Empire were to be destroyed like this in the future, would he too let out one final roar of unwilling defiance?!
At the same time, he saw Zhao Cheng, who stood at the very center of the apocalyptic radiation.