The Plight of True Gods Beyond the Heavens

Beyond the Heavens, an unknown starfield.

Amid countless dim, deathly silent stars lay a region of mist shrouded in dust and sand year-round, rarely visited by anyone.

There were no abundant resources here, no mining zones, and the energy of the starry river was exceptionally sparse. That was why it had gone ignored.

Nor was there any trace of life upon those silent stars. It was a region abandoned even by the gods.

Within the mist, jagged boulders floated through the void thick with dust and sand.

Above one massive gray-white rock, violent spatial ripples suddenly surged. A long, narrow spatial rift, sharp as a blade's edge, swiftly took shape.

"Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

Numerous powerful figures, each with distinct features and seemingly from different races, emerged one after another from the spatial rift.

They came from different starfields and worlds.

Yet upon arriving atop the gray-white rock, they immediately used bloodline divine arts to alter their bones, physiques, skin, and faces, all assuming human appearances.

They knew one another well. At a single glance, they could only sigh with emotion, their faces dark and their hearts heavy with worry.

"Elder Lin, you seem to be in even worse condition."

Du Tianyan, once a broad, burly man, now had a body shriveled to half its former size. He clasped his hands toward Lin Baixiang, who had sat down stiffly, and said, "Another hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Only nine of us remain."

"The fact that we haven't been wiped out Beyond the Heavens is already a victory." Lin Baixiang's long white brows hung naturally from either side of his cheeks like slender white dragons. He coughed several times as he spoke, clearly short on vital energy and blood.

His clouded gaze swept over those who had