A golden divine tree stood towering in the void, stretching over a hundred thousand kilometers high. It radiated an endless brilliance in all directions that penetrated space and time, layer upon layer forming planes.0

On the seventeenth plane, at the root of the Eternal Divine Tree, golden ripples spread across the sky as several golden battleships, each ten kilometers in length, descended across realms.0

These were transport ships responsible for carrying weapons and equipment. As they were operating within the inner planes, only a few Silverplume battalions were stationed aboard.0

At the edge of the lead ship, several seven-meter-tall Heavenly Feathered Race members with silver light wings stood watching the mountainous center in the distance, where a massive dark-golden barrier loomed.0

In just a few days, the Dark Star power surrounding Chen Chu had already expanded over dozens of kilometers, devouring everything and madly absorbing the heavy metal elements from the ore veins below.0

As agitation spread among the Heavenly Feathered Race, one high-ranking individual with the cultivation of the Eighth Heavenly Realm narrowed his eyes and exclaimed in awe. "That’s where the human cultivator is in seclusion? Incredible... even from several hundred kilometers away, the intangible pressure makes my heart pound."0

Another of the group, the strongest in aura, added with reverence, "That lord alone suppressed over a dozen demon kings and even held off two great demon kings. Of course he’s powerful. Thankfully the humans supported us this time. Otherwise, we might have lost two more planes."1

The first expert nodded with relief. "Exactly. The attacks on the twelfth and thirteenth planes were the most brutal. If we had lost them, there would’ve been no hope left for our race."0

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