Within the mighty star, torrents of flame surge and sweep, explosions erupting ceaselessly, saturating the core with a terrifying, overwhelming force of light and heat.
At this very moment—
Sealed Celestial Miles Ning bursts out from the heart of the star!
Incredibly, the star’s radiance and heat dim noticeably in response!
“I’ve been waiting for you all a long time!”
“You finally showed up—hahahahaha!”
As Miles Ning’s savage laughter echoes, the star dims again, uncountable flames trailing in his wake, burning through the cosmic void and annihilating all matter in their path.
Utter devastation!
Pure, ruthless ferocity!
He’s like a savage, rampaging cosmic beast, awakening before Blackridge’s eyes and charging toward the edge of the Solar System!
“?????”
Elder Hector Blackridge, tormented almost to death, is left mentally blank.
His forehead cracks and explodes inch by inch; he nearly forgets the endless agony, trapped within the star, five chains of flaming plasma binding his body. Blackridge can only watch helplessly as Miles Ning strides madly into the void.
“Something’s wrong.” Blackridge’s chaotic thoughts grow ever more muddled. “Why? Miles Ning is only at the Stellar Palace Tier—how can he sense activity outside the planetary system? Even if our Pink‑Skin Humans make no effort to hide our murderous intent, it shouldn’t be possible…”
“Miles Ning!”
“Sealed Celestial Miles Ning!”
Blackridge’s eyes widen bit by bit, as he lets out an unbelieving, terrified scream.
……
The Solar System contains nine planets, all revolving around the center of the Milky Way.
The Solar System moves at a speed of about 240,000 meters per second. If an ordinary Starlight-tier cultivator leaves the system’s gravitational field, it’s virtually impossible for them to re-enter relying solely on their own power.
The choice was stark: either Andrew Han dies, Miles Ning is slain, and Earth is utterly destroyed—or the Pink-Skin Humans themselves stand on the brink of annihilation, facing the imminent risk that their entire race will be reduced to mere commoners, or even lowly slaves!
......
One wrong step leads to another; there's no turning back now.
Since things have come to this, there’s no reconciliation—so let’s fight until the heavens and earth are cast into darkness!
Everyone.
"If there’s truly no other way, this is all we can do. Our Pink-Skin Humans have no choice." Patriarch Leon Ashburn’s face flushed ever redder as he stood in the vacuum, his heavy gaze sweeping across the Stellar Palace elders, delivering his final rallying words.
"We can’t blame anyone else; it’s just our misfortune. Yet in this misfortune, there’s still hope—we have the power to end this crisis before it erupts. As long as we kill Andrew Han, then wipe out everyone on Earth, leaving no witnesses, our Pink-Skin Humans will remain one of the seven dominant forces of the Chenriver Empire!"
Show no mercy. Feel no shame!
Who made Andrew Han weak? Who made him born on a backwater planet? Who made him attract the attention of our Pink-Skin Humans? He deserves to die—so we deserve to live!
As his speech reached its climax, Leon Ashburn roared.
Leon Ashburn saw the murderous intent in every Stellar Palace elder’s eyes—without exception. Satisfied, he surveyed the surroundings, then soared toward the giant warp craft, with all the elders following him inside.
Set out!
First, kill Miles Ning. Then, when the moment comes, wipe out all of Earth!
The giant warp craft entered warp; in just two or three seconds, it arrived in the starry space near the blue planet Earth.
Then it began to glide.
The warp craft’s gliding speed nearly matched that of a Stellar Palace being.
Preparing to face Miles Ning, everyone gathered their strength, fully aware: sealing a star made him a peak Stellar Palace existence, wielding unmatched light and heat.
Through the dead silence of outer space, the giant warp craft sped toward Earth.
It seemed close, but in reality, hundreds of millions of kilometers still separated them from Earth.
Shua-la.