Chu Feng learned something about the situation from the three disciples of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect.
The war had been raging for some time. The great figures from the Starry Sky who had established Dao lineages on Earth had also left, one after another.
Earth's native Evolutionaries had suffered terrible casualties, and some holy lands and Dao lineages passed down through the Eternal Ages had been destroyed.
The Divine Firmament Dao Sect was no weak faction. It had several Saints, and the surrounding area lay within the Divine Firmament Territory.
The three disciples had come here to gather as many people of the Divine Firmament Territory as they could, then send them off Earth. That way, their bloodlines could live on and their people would not be wiped out.
At this point in the war, defeat was all but certain. Unless the stars ranked among the Top Ten intervened on Earth's side, there was no chance of turning the tide.
Earth's three Giants were indeed powerful, but the Netherworld Race alone, ranked twelfth in the Starry Sky, had no fewer Heaven-Reflecting Ones than Earth did.
That was without counting the Heavenly God Race behind the scenes or the other invaders. Earth could not withstand such a force.
The Divine Firmament Dao Sect was not alone. Many factions were doing the same thing.
They were sending the common people under their rule, along with disciples capable of carrying on their Dao Legacy, off Earth to wander the Starry Sky.
To stay on Earth was to wait for slaughter.
Heading into the Starry Sky was dangerous too. Pursuers would hunt them even after they left Earth, but there was still a thread of hope.
Not everyone from Primordial Earth would get a chance to enter the Starry Sky. It was a