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

Upon hearing this more specific name, Milsofi raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Starfall Divine Realm?"

As she spoke, she closed her eyes, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, and a phantom golden star map bloomed at her fingertips, spinning rapidly.

The seven walkers of the Devouring Gods share an immense database of star charts, accumulated over countless years of conquest and exploration of ancient auras.

Any dimension that has even a little value will be recorded.

A few seconds later, Mirsophie opened her eyes.

The illusory star map vanished from her fingertips. She looked at Munetimi with a hint of regret and confusion on her face.

"I'm sorry, Mune."

"In my memory, including in our Protoss's star map archives, there is no such name as Starfall God Realm."

"This means that it is either a remote galaxy that has only recently formed, or its energy level is too low to be within our target and conquest sequence."

Milsophie took two steps forward, her red skirt swaying in the light and shadow. She looked at the large hole that Munetimi had smashed into, and her tone became somewhat serious.

"Why would you suddenly ask about such a dilapidated place that doesn't even have a star map?"

"Furthermore, judging from the energy reaction you just unleashed, your projection there was destroyed? You didn't even have a chance to revert back to your original source?"

As someone of the same level, Mirsophie was well aware of Munetimi's strength.

Even if it's just a projection of one ten-thousandth of the power, if it were thrown into those unrecorded, peripheral star regions, it would be an absolutely terrifying existence, like a dimensional reduction attack.

Let alone destroying a low-level plane called Rift Abyss, it would be no problem to wipe out a dozen or so small star systems around it.

But now, Munetimi has not only lost his projection, but has also lost his composure.

When pressed by Mirsofi, Munedimi did not refute him.

On the contrary, an indescribable self-mockery appeared on his handsome face.

That smile was ugly, even more chilling than when he was angry.

"Yeah... a dilapidated place that doesn't even have a star map."

Munedimi murmured softly, his voice echoing in the hall, carrying a strong sense of absurdity.

He slowly turned around in mid-air and looked at the huge statue deep in the hall, the statue of their common master, Zogra, the Lord of Devouring Dimensions.

"Milsophie, do you know how much effort I expended to complete my master's task?"

Munetimi had his back to her, and his voice sounded somewhat hollow.

Milsophie fell silent. Of course she knew that the search for traces of that forbidden existence was a divine message given to them by Zogra.

Munedimi didn't wait for her reply and continued talking to herself.

"Three epochs! A full three epochs! I split my primordial power into millions of avatars, scattering them to every corner of this vast universe. Those avatars traversed countless prosperous great divine realms, explored the ancient divine court ruins buried by time. They even risked being discovered to infiltrate the territories of other ancient gods."

"I consulted countless ancient texts and interrogated ancient astral beasts that had lived for countless ages. I exhausted all my efforts and used all my resources, just to find that tiny, insignificant clue."

Munedimi raised his right hand and looked at his palm, as if the sensation of the projection being erased still lingered on it.

"However, I have gained nothing in these three eras. I have not found it in those large divine realms, in the ancient battlefields, or even in the chaotic storms deep within the astral plane. It is as if that power has been completely wiped out from history, clean and without leaving a trace."

An immense sense of oppression permeated the hall, causing the kneeling believers below to break out in a cold sweat.

He clenched his fist tightly, his voice rising abruptly, filled with barely suppressed sarcasm.

"But I never dreamed that just now, in the most insignificant of my millions of avatars, in a remote ruin whose energy level was so low that it didn't even deserve to be recorded in the star map..."

Munetimi stared at Milsofi, gritting his teeth as he said, "This kind of bizarre luck, this almost absurd coincidence, is like the rules of the universe playing a cruel joke on me."

"I can't even believe it myself, that I would actually encounter Him in a place like that!"

Milsofi stood there, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

She listened to Munedimi's words, which were filled with resentment and self-mockery.

For a moment, I was completely baffled.

She could sense the intense emotional turmoil in Munedimi; it wasn't just anger, but also a deep sense of dread and shame.

But she still didn't think about the worst-case scenario.

The answer was so horrifying that reason would instinctively reject it.

Looking at Munetimi's face, which was slightly distorted due to emotional fluctuations, Mirsophie assumed that the other party had encountered extremely fierce resistance in that rift.

There is indeed such a special kind of existence in the astral universe.

Although some lower-dimensional planes have low energy levels, they occasionally give birth to some extraordinary talents, even breaking the upper limit of the rules of this plane or breaking through the barriers of race.

These guys rule their own world, thinking they've got everything under control.

Therefore, when higher-dimensional forces descend, they not only do not submit, but instead use all means to fight to the death.

In the dictionary of the Dimensional Devourers, these low-dimensional beings are called "blasphemers".

They often possess extremely strong luck or some special ancient relic, enabling them to unleash power beyond dimensions in a short period of time.

Occasionally, it can indeed cause some trouble for those descending projections or low-level divine messengers.

Thinking of this, the doubt on Milsofi's face gradually disappeared, and then turned into contemptuous disdain.

"I thought it was something serious that would make you smash a hole in your own temple."

Milsofi shook his head, his tone revealing undisguised disdain.

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender fingers and brushed a strand of long hair behind her ear: "So what if you encountered a troublesome blasphemer? Such things are rare, but they are not unprecedented."

"Those frogs at the bottom of the well who rule the swamp can occasionally hop around a bit."

"Your projection was suppressed to the extreme, and without the support of the original body, it was worn down by them using the entire foundation of the plane. It's not unbelievable."

Milsophie chuckled, her laughter filled with disdain for lower-dimensional life: "They're nothing but a bunch of slightly stronger ants. There are countless such self-important creatures throughout the universe."