Not long after the Void Fiends were wiped out, the stars beyond the Outer Battlefield began to tremble.
News that the Star Beasts were about to break free of their seals spread like wildfire.
Although the Celestial Court had decided to face the Star Beasts in battle, most cultivators of the Myriad Races in the Outer Battlefield had already prepared to withdraw.
There was no helping it.
Even the weakest Star Beast was a Fourth-Stage Immortal. The other cultivators of the Myriad Races were simply unqualified to fight them.
Anyone who had not become a True Immortal was no more than an ant before a mid three levels True Immortal.
Only by becoming a True Immortal.
Could they fight beings of that caliber.
And so.
The Celestial Court was deploying its strongest forces against the Star Beasts this time. It had no intention of letting a single cultivator below the True Immortal realm participate.
However.
While ordinary cultivators of the Myriad Races would not fight, that did not mean the Celestial Court's Heavenly Soldiers and Generals would sit out the battle.
With the support of suitable formations and cultivation manuals, the strength of over a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals could not be underestimated.
"I thought we could enjoy a few peaceful years after wiping out the Void Fiends. Who knew the Star Beast Tribe would show up next? It's one crisis after another—"
"It can't be helped. The Star Beast Tribe has always existed. If our Myriad Races want to occupy the Otherworldly Void, we'll have to fight them sooner or later."
"Ah, I wonder whether the Celestial Court has any chance of winning!"
"Whether they can win is another matter. This isn't something we can get involved in anyway."
Many cultivators of the Myriad Races felt conflicted