Innate Spirit Treasures were exceedingly precious, each a magical treasure aligned with its owner's Great Dao. Having one destroyed was a devastating loss for Maitreya Buddha.
At that moment, he felt a flicker of regret. Had he known, he would have used the Purple-Gold Alms Bowl to hold the insects...
Watching that towering hand, the Three Pure Ones knew that someone in the Sage Realm might have intervened.
The pressure from that hand alone far surpassed that of a Quasi-Sage.
Only now did they understand: without becoming a Sage, one would forever remain an ant.
That single hand of the Insect Race could have crushed all eight Quasi-Sages present.
They could not even fathom that shadow. This universe still held so many mysteries.
Their lofty mindset of viewing all beneath heaven as ants shifted slightly at that moment.
All eight Quasi-Sages present secretly resolved to reach the Sage Realm as soon as possible.
As for the ninth Quasi-Sage, Ying Zheng, he had also witnessed that strike from the Heavenly Court, but said nothing. His Great Dao was destined to be different. Maintaining the operation of the Three Realms was his supreme Great Dao.
Orders went out one after another, and the Blue Star Lineage began clearing the battlefield.
Zhang Yang felt conflicted. How should he deal with these third-level Star Lords?
Those thousands of planets should, by rights, have been spoils of war, but their Star Lords had all been contaminated by the Insect Race.
No one knew whether these Star Lords' minds were still normal. What if they had developed some mental illness or the like...?
The shadow that had just lent a hand condensed into a humanoid silhouette and looked at his own body with a faintly odd expression.
The shadow appeared instantly in Blue Star's Thirty-Sixth Heaven.