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

In other words, the sparks of fire are mortal enemies.

"A spark that has just slain Zogra, that has just completed a baptism of divine war..."

Thinking of this, Night Owl's eyes became even sharper.

As long as I can kill that guy named Gu Xu and devour his authority, plus the remaining fragments of rules from Zogra... why would I need to ask that insidious supervisor Crobbick for any recommendation quota?

He himself can become the new master of the Twilight Court!

The temptation was simply too great.

It was large enough to make any high-level professional completely lose their mind and charge headlong into the black mist of the Dark Star System.

However, an owl is still an owl.

His ability to survive countless dangerous assassination attempts was not solely due to his exceptional stealth skills.

The fervor lasted only a moment before vanishing from his sight.

"No, we can't rush it."

After all, the fact that the boy named Gu Xu was able to fight Zogra alone and seemingly leave the Lord of Devouring Dimensions forever in the Dark Star System is enough to show that the boy's strength has reached an unbelievable level.

Moreover, the black mist that envelops the entire galaxy is so thick that even the Divine Court's fleet dares not cross the line.

What does this tell us?

This means that the opponent either emerged unscathed from the divine war, or achieved a certain level of advancement by devouring a false god.

Either they suffered heavy losses in battle and are using the old rules to set up this absolute defensive domain to lick their wounds.

In either case, the opponent's strength and resources are unknown.

The latter is easier to deal with, but if it's the former...

Blinded by greed, he single-handedly plunged into the black fog, attempting to complete a hunt like a mantis stalking a cicada.

The most likely outcome would be not that you successfully seize power, but that the monster who just killed the god would casually serve as dessert, devouring you without leaving even a bone fragment.

On this old road, the roles of hunter and prey can often be switched in an instant.

"It's not advisable to take risks; we should rely on others for this task."

Soon, Night Owl made a decision.

Since those old fogies in Ashmerkrin want to monopolize this legacy, they're making a big show of things in Starfall Rift.

Since Crobic of the Star Council has become suspicious and is trying to uncover the secrets of the Starfall Divine Realm...

Why didn't he give it a push?

Let the parliament's fleet probe the depth of that black fog, forcing Gu Xu to reveal his trump card.

When they are both badly injured, and when the boy reveals his weakness, that will be the time for him, the Old Shadow of the Abyss, to bare his fangs.

With that thought in mind, the owl stopped and slowly disappeared from the shadows.

……

At the same time, on the other side of the boundless starry sky, at the headquarters of the Star Council, in the center of the City of Stars.

This place, known as the Star Chamber, is the highest power center of the entire council.

Those who can sit in this room for a meeting are all giants who can plunge dozens of galaxies into turmoil with a stomp of their foot.

The meeting is currently underway.

Dozens of holographic projections, some real and some not, and several high-ranking council members who were actually present sat upright.

Crobbick, dressed in a formal suit, also attended.

Admittedly, as a senior supervisor, he was not qualified to sit in the core position.

It can only be located in the middle to rear section of the long table.

Seated in the main seat was one of the three highest council members of the Star Council, the Sword-wielding Elder, Mossde.

The old man, who had lived for countless eons, was now looking solemn.

His eyes and brows were full of hostility.

Meanwhile, in the holographic projection pool at the center of the conference table, an extremely brutal battle scene was being played on a loop.

In the image, there is a strange creature with a gray body.

Just like a vast ocean, it washes over the interstellar Great Wall built by the Interstellar Council.

Clearly, that was the Shadow Clan, who struck fear into the hearts of all the divine realms under the Council.

Countless starships were destroyed under the siege of the Shadow Remnants, exploding into brilliant fireworks.

Shortly after, Mosd raised his hand and pressed it lightly in mid-air, and the image froze on the horrific scene of the defense line being torn apart.

"For the past half month, the Shadow Clan's offensive has reached a point of utter desperation. The Third and Seventh Defense Zones have fallen one after another, and the thirteen resource stars that served as outposts have been completely devoured."

"If this situation continues to develop, within two months they will be able to directly threaten the core areas of the major divine realms."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere at the conference table instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The leaders of the various councils in the holographic projections all abandoned their usual aloof and superior demeanor.

His face showed a solemn expression.

After all, threats from outside the ordered universe are a real threat that could shake the foundations of the council.

Mosder glanced around at everyone and continued, "Therefore, after a joint decision by myself and the other two elders!"

"We believe we must change our current defensive strategy. We need more fresh blood to fill the gaps in our defenses and keep those monsters out."

"Therefore, we are prepared to bring forward the Starfield Showdown, originally scheduled for three standard years later, to the beginning of next month!"

"All subordinate divine realms must unconditionally assign their new generation of elites to join the game!"

As soon as this decision was made, a slight commotion arose within the Star Chamber.

Crobbick sat on the edge and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The so-called Starfield Battlefield sounds grand, but in reality it's nothing more than a tool used by the Council to deplete the vital forces of the various divine domains.

At the same time, it just makes them willingly become cannon fodder in the meat grinder.

Seemingly anticipating the reactions of the attendees, Mossde calmly threw out the real bait.

"Of course, Parliament never lets anyone shed blood in vain."

"The scale of this interstellar battlefield will be unprecedented. The Divine Realm that ultimately emerges victorious will not only receive a ten-year tax exemption privilege."

"The council will also make an exception and grant permanent exploration access to three higher-dimensional instances!"

Upon hearing this, the attendees, who had previously maintained solemn expressions, all raised their eyebrows, revealing a look of surprise.

After all, the items inside high-dimensional dungeons are priceless treasures that can directly raise the ceiling of a divine realm's power system.

Even if it meant throwing the family's best prospects into a meat grinder, this deal would still be a worthwhile one.

Voices of support began to rise and fall in the meeting room.

Just ten minutes later, this cruel decision, which concerned the fate of countless lives, was passed unanimously within this closed interstellar space.

As the meeting concluded, the holographic projections were successively turned off.

Crobbick straightened his collar and was about to get up and leave when a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Crowbic, stay behind."

He paused slightly, turned his head, and saw that the Sword-wielding Elder Moside had not left.