Zhang Fan stood atop the {Spirit Dragon Brood Bug}, gazing at the Insect Race Starfield he had built with his own hands.
Back then, he had ventured from the Death Star into the universe, growing from a few warships to a domain spanning hundreds of galaxies.
A thousand years of war, all to find Earth, protect it, and allow humanity to thrive again.
Yet a black hole had sent him back to Earth sixty-five million years in the past...
"Overlord, we just received a message from Madoc. A massive explosion occurred in the Eastern Universe. He suspects it had something to do with the three Great Emperors!"
"They started fighting?" Zhang Fan was puzzled. What exactly had those three Great Emperors been doing in the Eastern Realm for the past few thousand years?
Had the explosion Madoc mentioned been caused by the three Great Emperors fighting each other?
But he remembered the Western Realm Great Emperor, Jiertai, telling that old man to hand the Milky Way over to the Western Realm.
That meant the Western Realm Great Emperor and the Eastern Realm Great Emperor were on excellent terms-so good that even border galaxies could be given away without hesitation.
Then there was only one possibility: the Eastern and Western Realm Great Emperors were fighting the Northern Realm Great Emperor in the Eastern Realm.
But on closer thought, that did not seem right either. One against two, fighting for over a thousand years, yet he had never heard of any race from the Northern Realm going to support the Northern Realm Great Emperor.
A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Fan's mind: the three Great Emperors were fighting something even more powerful.
He still remembered what the Western Realm Great Emperor had said during their first encounter: in three thousand years,