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

But Milsophie is Milsophie after all. Faced with Zog's arrival, after experiencing initial fear and despair...

She made a decision that surprised everyone.

She did not choose to fight, nor did she choose to turn to dust along with her divine realm.

Instead, they chose to... submit.

She knelt on one knee before Zogra's projection, offering her divine domain and loyalty, and accepting Zogra's "blessing".

She relinquished her identity as an elf and the authority of the [Prophet of the End] in exchange for the power of the Devouring Gods.

He became one of Zogra's seven agents who traveled the world.

From that moment on, her horizons were broadened infinitely.

She saw a wider universe, came into contact with higher levels of power, and followed Zogra's will to conquer one plane after another.

Its power is a thousand times greater than it was in the Silvermoon Forest.

The Annihilation Star Bow in her hand was powerful enough to annihilate a small divine realm with a single arrow.

She rediscovered that feeling of being superior.

This time, however, the beings she looked down upon were not beings from a divine realm, but countless lower-dimensional planes throughout the universe.

Over the long years, she, like the other six travelers, carried out the divine decree given by Zogra—to search for traces of that forbidden existence.

Lord of the Old Days.

A name that exists only in ancient legends of the astral plane.

It is said to be a being that is more ancient and more powerful than any known god.

It is said that in a distant era, the entire universe was shrouded in His shadow.

For centuries, Milsophie had also searched for these clues.

But nothing was gained.

As time went by, she gradually began to doubt that the so-called "Lords of the Old Ones" might just be a vague and illusory legend.

It was an ultimate goal that Zogra fabricated to keep these travelers in awe.

After all, if such a great being truly existed, how could it have disappeared so completely?

Not even the slightest trace was left?

This thought made her feel at ease again.

It even gave rise to that arrogance that stemmed from power.

Until today, until this very moment.

Munetimi's words shattered all her arrogance and wishful thinking once again.

That feeling was exactly the same as when I faced Zogra back then.

It was even stronger than it was back then.

Because Zogra, though powerful enough to make her despair, was known to her.

That's understandable.

As for the [Old Ones]... that is taboo, the unknown, the ultimate fear that even beings like Zogra pursue and dread.

After a long while, Milsophie slowly came to her senses, but her elfin-like face was still filled with deep shock.

Clearly, this news made her feel that sense of powerlessness once again.

The tremor of feeling one's own great power as insignificant as dust in the face of a higher being.

"us……"

A short while later, Milsophie spoke in a serious tone: "It is indeed time to take action."

"I will immediately share this message with the other travelers."

"At the same time, all divine messengers were dispatched, and all available power was used to launch a search throughout the universe."

"No matter where that place called Starfall Divine Realm is hidden, we must find it!"

Upon hearing this, Munetimi nodded: "It's possible... but we must act quickly. Even the slightest revival of old authority could be detected by other ancient gods."

"After all, we are not the only beings in the universe searching for Him, so we must find Him before all the old gods..."

At this point, a hint of regret and self-reproach flashed in Munedimi's eyes.

If he hadn't underestimated his opponent and treated that lower-dimensional plane as a quagmire that he could manipulate at will, how could he have lost a projection so easily?

They couldn't even bring back the other party's exact coordinates.

To alert the enemy is a very foolish mistake.

He should have had the absolute advantage, and could have nipped that nascent past in the bud, dedicating this great achievement to his master, Zogra.

But now, due to carelessness, they have lost this advantage.

That weak vessel not only devoured his power but also exposed him to the gaze of the entire universe. If other ancient god forces were to take action, things would become extremely complicated.

Milsofi naturally understood the weight of Munetimi's words.

After all, if this matter is not handled properly, it could be a catastrophe for the Devouring Gods that is no less devastating than the War of the Gods several eras ago.

"Don't worry, leave this to me."

Milsophie's tone regained the decisiveness of a traveler. She took a step forward, and the red light around her shone again, enveloping her graceful figure: "My people... the elves, their footprints are found in every corner of the universe, whether in the prosperous divine realm or the desolate wasteland."

"I will send divine messengers to them, to make them my eyes and ears."

Without pausing, she transformed into a streak of light and shot out from the massive rift created by Munetimi's punch, instantly disappearing into the vast sea of ​​stars.

Inside the main hall, only Munedimi remained, suspended in mid-air.

He stared in the direction where Milsophie had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

He then slowly turned around and faced the distorted and majestic statue deep within the hall.

……

Meanwhile, on the Blue Star plane, which the Devouring Gods considered unworthy of even recording star maps.

Gu Xu was unaware that it was because of one of his battles.

What a monstrous wave it has already stirred up in the distant, higher-dimensional realm of gods.

At this moment, he had already joined up with Wang Cang and the others.

On the edge of the ruins of the City of Eternal Winter, seven figures swept in from the southern horizon and finally hovered in front of Gu Xu.

It was Wang Cang who led the seven demigods of the Divine Summer Night Watch.

All seven of them looked rather disheveled at the moment.

Wang Cang, who was in the lead, was covered in blood. His familiar white vest was soaked in blood and had congealed into dark red lumps.

His face was covered in blood.

His breathing was also somewhat disordered, clearly indicating that he had suffered great exhaustion during the previous forced advance.

The situation was similar for Ge Lao, Tang Yi, and Helian Shu behind him.

Everyone's face was etched with exhaustion, but beneath that exhaustion were pairs of surprisingly bright eyes.

They just stood there quietly watching the boy in front of them, this tall, straight young man with black hair fluttering in the wind.

He was clearly the absolute protagonist of that world-destroying war, yet at this moment, there was no trace of injury or fatigue on his body. On the contrary, his aura was even more profound and far-reaching than before, as if he had merged with this world.