Published: February 13, 2025
The fleet hurriedly retreated, and the people inside the ship gazed at the direction they were leaving, filled with lingering fear.
Just moments ago, they had felt the rupture of space.
Yes, in the vastness of the universe, they sensed that everything around them had fractured.
If they could, they would not want to admit that it was the power of a certain lifeform because, in their view, that kind of power was too illusory and too... formidable.
Formidable enough to transcend their understanding.
It should be... the power of a deity.
Almost everyone harbored such a thought in their hearts.
In every race, there exists a divine position; perhaps most are not real beings, but they reflect everyone’s yearning and reverence for a power that transcends their very existence.
That represents invincibility, represents eternity.
Yet when that humanoid lifeform waved its hand, they truly felt as if they had seen a deity.
With that wave, everything shattered!
This...
Many people did not know how to describe it.
They were the elites of the council, and in their eyes, they were the elites of the All Races of the Universe, yet with just one wave of that person’s hand, all their pride and confidence were shattered.
If that person had not avoided the area where the fleet was located, this fleet would have been silently obliterated.
“Captain, should we not wait a moment?”
The deputy commander quietly asked the captain, who was staring blankly out the porthole.
After a long while, the captain finally replied, “Let’s retreat a bit further, then stop.”
He didn't know what they were waiting for—perhaps the return of the Speaker and two council members, or maybe the unpredictable future.
But he dared not just leave, even though fear gripped his heart.
……………………
The universe is vast, yet its cold silence is its norm.
Apart from the Slave Race, there is no other race that can rely on their physical bodies for free movement in the universe, except for the strongest among them.
Limited by lifespan, few lives can achieve this.
But now, these four lives had clearly reached that height.
They flew through the cosmos, battling and using their abilities.
If someone were to witness this battle deep in the universe, and also see what was happening at Divine Artisan City, they would surely think that the spectacle at Divine Artisan City was far more exciting than the one-on-three battle here, which appeared dull and flat.
However, only those who truly understood the rules and grasped formidable power could appreciate just how great these four lives were.
Regardless of their stance, their personalities, their past deeds, or even their qualities, just their level of achievement alone was enough to command the respect of all lives in the universe.
But in their own eyes, it was not so.
“After all these years, it’s still like this—relying on entanglement, whipping, regeneration, and toxicity. When will you come up with some new tricks?”
The Old Dean’s voice resonated in this space, yet his figure was nowhere to be seen.
Looking around, this space resembled a shattered mirror, with three Gu Rui Star Clan beings trapped within it.
Upon closer inspection, one could see things that were almost the same color as the cosmic space cutting into the gigantic bodies of the three tree people, leaving behind numerous scars.
However, nothing flowed out from the wounds.
“Then let me show you our progress over the years.”
This was the first response from the Gu Rui Star Clan after the initial conversation.
The bodies of the three began to grow larger.
Already tall, their plant forms swelled again at a rapid pace, even with the recently departed fleet providing a size reference, the three tree beings were now comparable in size to those warships.
As their bodies expanded, thick branches swung around, while thinner ones wandered about.
The Old Dean had torn apart space with his abilities, trapping the three tree beings between reality and illusion.