Chapter 4142 - Don’t Worry, Im Here.
The icy storm on Grand Feng continuously spewed billowing waves of snow across billions of miles as cosmic gods exploded in flames, forming spectacular bursts of color. From above, one could only witness the grand spectacle, but it was difficult to truly grasp the ferocity of the battle within the astralguard formation. The struggle for resources of this magnitude was a fight for the legacy they would leave their descendants, a battle to secure the future of their race. For many, there was no alternative but to sacrifice themselves.
The Upper Star Ruin’s resources were finite, with no guarantee of how long they would last. If the Middlekin Star Ruins’ output was suddenly disrupted, all nova sources would be depleted in any number of years, and it was impossible to predict how long this would take. For this reason, most nova source worlds chose to remain stationary to minimize relocation costs. Even if they were to move a star, it would be far slower than a cosmic god.
As for the Primordial Sands, if the Grand Xia Voidback Hole were to collapse, the six maniverse-class worlds would be the only remaining high-level territories, and each one was an endless treasure trove. This was the reason both the Tian Jiu Cult and the primalwingers were overcome with bloodlust.
From above, a part of the formerly ice-blue astralguard formation had now turned into a dazzling hue. Even the blood of the cosmic gods would soon be scorched away. The cosmic gods were locked in a fierce life-and-death struggle, entirely oblivious to the shadow that had appeared behind the Tian Jiu Cult.
It wasn’t a fleet of astralships, but cosmic gods who had concealed their starlight. Abandoning their vessels, they traveled the cosmos in their physical forms, bunching together to appear as inconspicuous as possible. This was a clear attempt at catching their opponents off guard. The shadowy mass contained cosmic gods of a higher physical order, the elites of their kind. Half hidden by wonders, they fixed their cold eyes on the ice-blue Grand Feng.
"Empress, when do we attack?" The mighty cosmic gods turned to ask the crimson figure.
"Wait." The fiery, ten-thousand-meter-tall figure gazed upon Grand Feng with a warm smile, waiting for the words: "I’ve found you a home."
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From the edge of the battlefield, a white figure stood with his hands locked behind him, his cold eyes observing the battle through the icy storm on Grand Feng. Feng Linxue, known as the Blizzard Saint, silently followed behind him.
"The leader of the Tian Jiu Cult has yet to appear." Feng Linxue pursed her lips, long hair fluttering in the wind and snow. Her seven-kilometer frame created a perfect height difference for Lord Yue.