The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

In the astral realm, deep within the universe, above the divine realm of Intina, eternal starlight weaves a vast net, enveloping this divine realm.

Thousands of dazzling, shimmering ribbons of light swept across the edge of the divine realm, constantly bathing it in a dreamlike glow.

At the heart of the divine realm, a golden palace shrouded in blood mist stands suspended in mid-air, constantly radiating vast energy ripples outwards.

On the surface of the golden temple, there were blood-red veins.

Each pulse released a powerful pressure that resonated deeply within one's soul.

The interior space is much larger than it appears from the outside.

On the dome, blood-red orbs of light slowly rotated, casting a red glow over the entire hall.

This place is one of the territories of the Devouring Gods, the resting place of the Devouring Gods [Seven Walkers] – the Place of Rest.

Beneath the dome of the main hall, countless Devouring Dimension believers, dressed in uniform blood-red robes, knelt on the temple floor.

Perform daily prayers.

Their chants were deep and rhythmic, converging into a stream of energy that surged towards the twisted statue of a god deep within the hall, a mixture of metal and flesh.

At a certain moment, the space deep within the hall trembled slightly, and the figure on one of the thrones at the front of the statue suddenly shook.

Munedimi, the ancient apostle who walks under the will of Zogra, the Lord of Devouring Dimensions, slowly opened his eyes.

Within the three eyes that glowed with a pale golden light, countless stars seemed to swirl, forming a vortex that drew in one's soul.

At the center of the vortex was a fury that defied description.

Before long, His gaze suddenly turned to the outside of the main hall, towards the direction leading to the Rift Plane.

"hehe……"

Then, a chilling chuckle came from his throat, echoing throughout the hall.

"Um?"

The kneeling believers immediately stopped chanting.

This abrupt change and the sudden increase in pressure in the air startled every believer.

They looked up in alarm, in the direction from which the sound came.

Then they saw that one of the Seven Walkers, who had been sitting on the throne, was now suspended in mid-air above the temple, radiating destructive energy.

"A remnant of the past that hasn't fully awakened, a vessel that can't even control its own power!"

"It actually... swallowed my master's and my projections?"

"Damn it!"

As a vast voice, like a divine oracle, resounded, Munedimi suddenly raised her arm, and a despairing power of rules suddenly gathered, causing time to stand still throughout the entire temple.

Then, its fist slammed towards the thick walls of the temple.

"boom--!!!!!!!"

A deafening explosion erupted inside the temple, the shockwave spreading out in a fan shape.

With the force of this punch, the walls of the golden temple shattered, and countless fragments and energy debris were ejected like a storm.

The inner starry sky of the divine realm, which had been hidden by the palace walls in front of the main hall, was suddenly exposed.

However, the power of this punch did not stop there.

After penetrating the wall, this force continued to wreak havoc outwards, shattering stars and shaking the divine realm wherever it passed, causing space to twist and collapse, forming terrifying astral turbulence.

"hiss……"

This terrifying scene caused a commotion inside the hall.

All the kneeling believers froze in place, their faces filled with horror and fear.

It was as if that punch had landed directly on them.

At the same time, strange thoughts also surfaced in their minds.

What could have caused Lord Munedimi to lose his composure and even take action in the temple?

It was in this frozen fear and silence.

A slightly lazy and questioning voice rang out, breaking the atmosphere.

"Muni, what happened?"

Before the sound faded, a figure enveloped in red light silently appeared at the breach that had been blasted open at the front of the main hall.

Her figure was graceful, her silhouette faintly visible in the red light.

The red light diffused, revealing a face that looked like an elf.

A huge phantom image of a bow and arrow hangs behind him.

The bow's body resembled countless fragments of stars forged together, the bowstring a flowing river of light, and the entire bow shimmered with a dark light, as if it could absorb all the surrounding light and vision.

This person was none other than another of the Seven Walkers of the Devouring Gods – Milsophie.

Wielding the [Silent Star Bow], codenamed [String of Eternal Night].

Her gaze first swept over the messy palace walls and the spatial fluctuations left behind after the stars had vanished in the distance, before finally settling on Munedimi, who was suspended in the palace.

Munedimi sensed Milsofi's arrival, and the violent aura of destruction around him subsided slightly.

He didn't answer Milsophie immediately, but turned to her and asked right away, "How far are we from a place called the Rift Abyss?"

"Um?"

Upon hearing Munedimi's seemingly nonsensical question, Mirsophie, suspended in mid-air, turned her head slightly, her expression showing even greater confusion.

The starlight from the Desolate Star Bow behind them flashed more frequently.

A rift?

This is an extremely simplistic and unoriginal name.

Milsophie withdrew the red light emanating from her body and landed lightly on the edge of the dilapidated hall.

Instead of directly answering Munetimi's question, she gave him a look as if he were looking at a patient.

"Muni, your temper has gotten worse than before. Destroying a temple here for a low-level plane is not like your usual style."

With that, she waved her hand casually, and a divine force forcibly smoothed out the stellar turbulence surging into the main hall.

After doing all that, she slowly and deliberately spoke: "As for that Rift Abyss you asked about... how am I supposed to answer that?"

"The universe is vast and boundless, and there are countless lower planes floating like grains of sand at the edge of dimensions."

"In the low-dimensional wastelands that the Dimensional Devourers once casually wiped out, there are tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of places with names like Rift Abyss or Abyss."

"You asked me how far it is? Which specific remote corner are you referring to?"

In the eyes of the Dimensional Devouring Gods, those planes that have not reached the threshold of higher dimensions are...

They don't even deserve to have a name.

They only have numbers, and even those numbers are long strings of meaningless characters.

Only the local low-dimensional indigenous people would give their mudflats all sorts of frightening names to demonstrate their pitiful sense of awe.

Hearing Milsofi's nonchalant reply, Munetimi felt the suppressed irritation in her heart surge up again.

The anger in his golden eyes gradually subsided, revealing a gloomy look: "The star field where that Rift Abyss is located is called the Starfall Divine Realm, a star sea region of considerable size!"

"Now, find it in your star chart and tell me its exact location."