Spirit Treasure Heavenly Venerable took a closer look and noticed a clue.
Without someone carefully pointing it out, it really would have been impossible to see: a sliver of her Saint Soul was missing.
That sliver of Saint Soul had probably been left in the Insect Race's great universe to prevent her from dying outright.
Spirit Treasure Heavenly Venerable reckoned that if he went to someone else's universe, he would have done the same.
Although leaving behind a sliver of Saint Soul carried risks, it greatly increased the chances of survival.
The risk was that if the Saint Soul was destroyed, the Great Dao could not reach perfection. Without repairing it, one could not advance to the Sage Realm.
A Saint Soul was a miniature Great Dao. If the Great Dao was flawed, it could not be complete.
A flaw in the Saint Soul could not simply be filled back in. It was like shattered glass-a broken mirror could hardly be made whole again.
Leaving aside the long ages required to repair it, even after repairs, it would no longer be what it once was. The entire Great Dao would need fine-tuning, an exceedingly difficult task.
The Three Pure Ones returned to Blue Star's Thirty-Sixth Heaven and watched the countless living beings fight.
With Blue Star continually dispatching heavenly soldiers and Ghost Messengers as reinforcements, while the Insect Queen remained surrounded, the Insect Race's follow-up forces faltered. Unable to contact their supreme leader, the Brain Bugs struggled to command, and the entire insect army began descending into chaos.
And so, as time passed, the battle drew to a close.
The Cosmic Elders Council. Milky Way branch.
Two shadows sat before Ancestor Yang Mei, and the three watched the Insect Queen being besieged with considerable interest.
Ancestor Yang Mei smiled