Chapter 1011: Returning to Heaven
Li Xiaofei actually understood the Star Battlefield quite well. Officially, it was a region of space consumed by endless war. The ceaseless conflict between the Reapers and humanity, waged over countless years, had drenched the entire starfield in blood and death.
Many star systems that were peaceful and serene at one moment could transform into brutal meat grinders in another. A thriving, mature planet could be reduced to ruin in the blink of an eye.
Li Xiaofei saw that the star system before him had already been completely ravaged by war. Shattered stars drifted through the void, accompanied by dense fields of meteorites and cosmic debris, forming what looked like a vast, galactic graveyard.
He saw broken starship wrecks and the hulks of war fortresses... War had only left behind destruction. Li Xiaofei could almost smell the stench of death lingering in the vacuum.
When he closed his eyes and concentrated, he could almost hear the frenzied howls, the battle cries, and the slaughter of countless beings echoing through the void. Fortunately, the human race now held the upper hand on the battlefield.
The region he had arrived at was currently considered secure. No traces of Reapers could be seen. Instead, he saw human sanitation fleets methodically 'patching' the devastated reaches of space.
He did not reveal himself. He simply acted as a silent observer. Along the way, he saw no sign of the little black dog. Nor did he see Huang Dinggou.
Supply ships passed by one by one. Countless repair power armors, along with human cultivators, moved like tireless ants, systematically clearing the shattered system. They defused potential threats as though removing landmines, and patiently waited for the universe to heal itself.
Li Xiaofei soon arrived at the true war zone. The human race had launched an all-out offensive against the Reapers. This was a grand and apocalyptic war between cosmic species, resembling the very extinction of civilizations.
The destructive power of high-level cultivators was overwhelming. They were capable of obliterating entire stars with a single strike.
An unremarkable-looking man wielding a long blade stood on the front line. Behind him loomed the illusory forms of ten Emperors. Wherever he passed, no enemy could stand for even a breath.
His plain-looking blade, much like its owner, looked deceptively ordinary. Yet it moved like the sharpest divine weapon in existence, capable of cleaving even the Reapers’ most formidable war fortresses cleanly in two.