C1199 The Divine Sword's Trajectory

In a secluded expanse of the infinite galaxy, three silver Galaxy Ancient Starships, shaped like flat shells, were docked in the dark, icy cosmos, motionless.

Aboard one of the starships, several Asura Clan warriors, their bloodlines at the Eighth Level, were quietly using instruments to probe the nearby space while conversing in hushed tones.

"The Patriarch believes the trajectory of the Divine Sword could pass through here," one whispered.

"The Patriarch mentioned this is just one potential location for the Divine Sword's appearance," another added.

"Alas, the Patriarch was outmaneuvered by the Divine Soul Sect and the Babel Chamber of Commerce, suffering grave injuries. That's why he can't pinpoint the Divine Sword's movements precisely. Moreover, he fears that both the Divine Soul Sect and the Babel Chamber of Commerce might have also tracked the sword and could be lurking nearby," they lamented softly among themselves.

Time passed indeterminately before a chaotic cluster of asteroids emerged from the distance. Though not as swift as the ancient starships, their approach was steady and deliberate.

The Asura Clan members watched in astonishment as the asteroids drew closer. They reached out with their souls and vital energy, employing various detection devices.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," declared a notably powerful Asura warrior, quickly averting his gaze toward a brilliantly starlit region. "Whose domain is that?"

"That belongs to General Gheirat of the Star Race, Leo's most devoted officer," someone explained. "Gheirat is a formidable fighter, possessing a Ninth Level bloodline. He used to have a close personal relationship with our Fernand. Such a shame."

"Wait! There's a presence of sword intent!"

Abruptly, the Asura experts erupted in alarm.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A volley of crimson sword light burst forth from the nearby asteroid cluster. Infinite sword intent cascaded like a torrential downpour, annihilating all the Asura clanspeople aboard the three Galaxy Ancient Starships.

The wreckage of the starships soon scattered across the frigid vacuum.

The asteroid swarm, having recalibrated its trajectory, set a course for General Gheirat's Starfield territory.

In the Chaotic Stars Realm, Gheirat, clad in heavy armor, bore a resolute expression as sharp as a blade. With both hands, he gripped a broadsword embedded in the rocky ground, kneeling on one knee. He watched Beru and Leo emerge from a Galaxy Ancient Starship, descending onto the grand plaza before the towering temple.

"Gheirat greets Sir Leo and Elder Beru," he said.

The Star Race general's face was etched with sorrow, the death of his son weighing heavily on his heart.

Around the plaza, all the nobility of the Star Race knelt, their greetings for Leo and Beru rising like a tidal wave of cheers.

Beru, the most erudite elder of the Star Race, had lived the longest of them all. The current patriarch had ascended to his position with Beru's support and was even considered Beru's protégé, having been taught the mysteries of their bloodline.

Leo, graced with the Life Altar, had been attentively mentored by Beru after resolving his longevity issue. Beru's standing within the Star Race was unparalleled, commanding the utmost reverence from all.

"General Gheirat, I am deeply sorry. I failed to protect Swarz when we entered the Plover Realm together," Leo lamented, his spirits low. "The chaos was overwhelming; death was all around, and I could hardly fend for myself."

"Gheirat, you can't fault Leo for this tragedy. Many young ones from my family also perished in the Plover Realm," Beru sighed, his heart heavy with grief. "You must have heard, even the Child of Forest, Kennard, didn't make it out alive. And many others, both young and old, familiar faces to you, didn't escape either."

"I understand. It's just that it all happened so suddenly; I'm struggling to come to terms with it," Gheirat replied with a bitter tone.

"At least you have a daughter who has done you proud," Beru said, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Her name is Denise, correct? Where is she now?"

"She's in the Epitaxial Realm. She was unaware of your visit, so she hasn't returned," Gheirat explained.

"Oh, that's alright," Beru responded with a gentle nod, before shifting the conversation. "The Epitaxial Realm? It's been ages since I've been to this part of the galaxy. When did this Epitaxial Realm come into being? Was it formerly known as the Domain Boundary?"

While conversing, Beru pulled a small booklet from his pocket, turned to a specific page, and studied it intently.

"If I'm not mistaken, there was no Epitaxial Realm before."

His gaze shifted to Gheirat, filled with confusion. It was clear he was seeking an answer from Gheirat's demeanor.

"This..."

Gheirat hemmed and hawed, taking a long time to respond.

Leo and Beru's curiosity intensified due to his odd behavior.

...

In the Epitaxial Realm.

Yu Yuan was left speechless as Chen Qinghuang dropped a cryptic remark and descended into the abyss.

Denise was equally stunned. "What's going on?"

"Uh, let's just wait here for a moment."

Yu Yuan attempted to reach out to the Yimo again but couldn't detect any trace of him.

"Is he going to die?"

Having witnessed Chen Qinghuang's formidable strength, Denise doubted the imprisoned Yimo stood a chance and began to worry for him.

"Probably not."

Yu Yuan himself wasn't sure but brushed it off, "I need you to gather some herbs from this forbidden area for me."

"Okay," Denise said skeptically, "Aren't you worried I might escape?"

Shaking his head, Yu Yuan replied, "You harbor kindness for the inhabitants of the Epitaxial Realm; you wouldn't want harm to come to them. Just remember, if you cooperate with me, I'll ensure your safety and that of the Epitaxial Realm. I have a good rapport with Leo and Beru—I'm not deceiving you."

"Fine," Denise said, still half in doubt as she walked away.

She realized that Yu Yuan was deliberately using an excuse to keep her away from the area.

Resigned, she complied.

Once she was out of sight, Yu Yuan sat in silence. With a focused thought, the Yin God from his Consciousness Little World surged into his chest cavity, where the Dragon Slash Platform was securely placed. Having left the Dim Starfield, his soul had suffered greatly. Each time he refined a strand of soul power, it was stripped away by the Life Altar, preventing him from examining the changes within the Dragon Slash Platform.

Now that his Yin God was restored and the situation in the Epitaxial Realm had taken a mysterious turn, he decided it was time to prepare for what lay ahead.

Inside the Dragon Slash Platform, a secluded microcosm where the Space-time Dragon dwelled, the Titan Spinosaurus had reconstituted a purple and gold eggshell.

This new eggshell appeared much more delicate and fragile, shimmering with a dazzling array of rainbow hues.

The diminutive Spinosaurus, having sculpted its dragon form, was inside the eggshell, breathing in and absorbing the surging energies around it, growing at an astonishing rate.

In this realm, numerous dragon corpses of the Eighth and Ninth Levels had vanished.

Even the shattered remains of the Tenth Level Space-time Dragon, which had attained the status of Dragon God, had diminished in size, with parts of its dragon breath and energy being consumed by the young Spinosaurus.

A sudden thought struck Yu Yuan: this fledgling creature would consume all the dragon remains within the Dragon Slash Platform to fuel its own development.

It was possible that before the Spinosaurus and the Titans could fully materialize, the carcasses of the slain dragons would be completely devoured by it, thereby diminishing the might of the Dragon Slash Platform.

The ferocity of the Dragon Slash Platform was not only due to its divine construction but also because it was a burial ground for numerous dragon corpses.

"Could this be nurturing a threat in our midst? Could we be creating a being more fearsome than the Secular Bird?"

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