This was a world awash in flowing light. Dense formation patterns covered every inch of space, ready to activate at any moment and become peerless Grand Formations, whether for defense or slaughter.
Groups of living beings filled this world. Strictly disciplined, they each Array Formation, cultivated, and drilled in battle formations, preparing for war.
Every one of them had a formidable aura. In this world, there were no weaklings.
Any one of them could make a name for themselves in the outside Chaosverse.
And those figures of incomparable majesty and overwhelming power? Among the native beings of the outside Chaosverse, they would be called Supremes!
Yet the most striking of them all was the bald man at the highest point.
He was the Protagonist of the second video Meng Chuan and the others had watched, the leader of the invasion of this Chaosverse.
His name was Iyerre!
Iyerre sat on a throne, watching his army below while his fingers drummed endlessly against the armrest.
"How many years has it been since I came to this Chaosverse?" Iyerre murmured. "Far too many."
He had left his homeland and come to this universe in pursuit of a place among the mightiest beings in endless space.
Along the way, he had committed boundless slaughter and brought disaster to the beings of this Chaosverse—disaster without end.
But Iyerre did not care.
All he cared about was when he would reach that level.
"The Supremes of this Chaosverse have hidden themselves too well. After all these years, we still haven't found them."
Someone appeared beside Iyerre. He looked like an ordinary human, though his true nature was undoubtedly entirely different.
He came from another Chaosverse. He was Sith.
"This is their home ground, after all. Even the will of the Chaosverse helps them. It's only