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

She originally thought that after the intelligence was sent to the Divine Court, it would need to go through layers of investigation and repeated monitoring before it was possible to narrow down the scope.

Given the secrecy surrounding the blood sacrifice ritual, finding the exact coordinates would take at least several standard days.

But she never expected the Divine Court to react so quickly.

The exact location was already on the table less than half a minute after her broadcast ended.

"The Dark Galaxy..."

Anya repeated the coordinates in a low voice, her shoulders unconsciously relaxing slightly: "Great! Elders, now that the Divine Court has pinpointed the approximate location of Munetimi, there is hope that this crisis for the Divine Court can be resolved."

She spoke with certainty and a hint of relief in her voice.

"I will immediately inform Lord Gu Xu of this news."

Upon hearing this, Riglie instinctively wanted to say something to instruct him.

"Governor Anya, please convey our gratitude to His Excellency Gu Xu."

But in the end, Rigley carefully spoke up: "Ashmergd owes him a tremendous favor, and the Divine Court will remember it."

"I will pass it on."

Anya nodded, then turned to look at Rein behind her: "Start the starship immediately and return to space. Also, inform Sheikha of this news to avoid any misunderstandings."

"yes!"

After responding, Ryan immediately went to make preparations.

The communication was not disconnected.

The six ruling elders around the round table watched Anya issue commands through the light screen throughout the entire process.

……

Before long, the starship's engines roared across the snowy plains of Kunlun Ruins, the air currents whipping up clouds of snow.

On the ground, the Shenxia garrison looked up and watched as the battered giant ship slowly rose into the air, then transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the clouds and plunging into the depths of the starry sky.

On the top floor of the council tower, the atmosphere around the round table grew increasingly heavy as the starship sailed away.

tension.

This is the shared state of mind of everyone around the round table at this moment.

These six people, each of whom had ruled the divine realm for a hundred years and were used to all sorts of storms.

But this time is different.

What will soon appear on the other side of the screen is the holder of the old power.

He was the young human Anya mentioned who single-handedly held off the Old Gods' legion.

It is... the most powerful authority in the universe.

Just thinking about those six words is enough to make your palms sweat.

Time passed slowly, and the images on the communication screen changed continuously as the starship ventured deeper into the region.

At first, the scene only showed the pitch-black universe and the faint blue atmospheric halo around the outer edge of the plane.

But as the starship continued forward, the things beyond the halo gradually became clearer.

Visibly, the entire outer perimeter of the plane was enveloped in a thin layer of black mist.

The black mist was not thick, but rather like the thin haze in the mountains at dawn, quietly enveloping the boundary of the plane and completely covering the entire Blue Star plane.

But inside the black fog, a completely different scene unfolds.

The fleet of the Old Gods has vanished.

The massive, densely packed fleets of pseudo-gods' warships that had previously blotted out the sky in intelligence reports have now completely disappeared from sight.

Now all that remains are the wreckage floating in the starry sky.

Broken hulls, twisted armor, and extinguished engines were scattered across the entire starry sky, stretching to the horizon.

Dead silence.

The entire starry sky was as quiet as a graveyard.

"Purged? The Old Gods' fleet, wiped out?"

In the conference room, the expressions of the several ruling elders all changed simultaneously.

The starship did not stop and continued to advance deeper into the interior.

After passing through the outer black fog, the scene in the picture began to make people feel uneasy.

Looking out, the starry sky ahead was densely packed with Dimension Devourers.

Countless insects, like a boiling black ocean, covered the entire starry sky. They pushed and bit each other, emitting silent hisses, layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Those giant insects, whose size rivals that of small warships, are nothing more than an insignificant ripple in this sea of ​​insects.

The number of billions of insects has finally taken shape.

In the center of this vast sea of ​​insects, capable of swallowing everything, stood a person.

A human boy.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and his figure was even quite slender, as he stood there in the starry sky.

There was no foothold on the ground, and no shields or vehicles around us.

The swarm of insects surged and roared around him, but he remained calm and unperturbed, as if nothing was amiss.

Beside him, six figures were harvesting the swarm of insects.

It was as if it had been severed at the root by an invisible scythe.

Large-scale productions, large-scale productions, large-scale productions.

There was no back-and-forth, no stalemate, not a single round of confrontation.

Those terrifying monsters that could easily wipe out more than a dozen star systems were as fragile as ants in the face of this boy and the calamity behind him.

Each surge of the insect swarm only sent more corpses into the black mist, into that gigantic maw.

The meeting room was deathly quiet.

Several ruling elders stared intently at the screen, their breaths almost stopped.

They watched as the young figure strolled leisurely through the heart of the devastating insect swarm, watching as billions of soldiers, enough to make the entire divine realm tremble, were annihilated in his hands.

I couldn't believe my eyes at all.

What kind of ambush is this?

This was clearly a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

What truly chilled these rulers of the Divine Court to the bone and shattered their worldviews were the six Calamity Servants beside Gu Xu.

They dismissed Anya's previous descriptions as exaggerated claims made from a distance.

But now, seeing it with their own eyes, they understand that any language is pale in comparison to such a sight.

Any one of these six beings possesses a level of authority and status far exceeding the upper limit of the global professional system.

Indeed, they are all close to level 150 and have achieved fourteen life leaps.

But at this moment, they could sense that in the face of such terrifying power, they probably didn't even have the right to be looked at seriously.

"This is... the Lord of the Old Ones."

Oleg's hand, which was holding the short cane, trembled slightly.

"The wheel of change of eras..."

He murmured softly, "So this is what it looks like."

At the round table, none of the six ruling elders spoke again.

They were just looking at the slender boy's back on the screen when, for the first time, they realized with such clarity what kind of being they were about to face.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Gu Xu stood amidst the stars, the calamity domain surrounding him still silently expanding outwards.

After an unknown period of one-sided slaughter, he could clearly feel the pressure around him plummeting.

The charge of the Dimensional Devourer swarm has completely disrupted their formation.

The original frenzied, overwhelming momentum has now become sparse and slow.