Outside Earth, in space.
In Dark Blade Imperial Court's war bastion, a few saints were having tea and refreshments. They were fairly calm because they were extremely confident that no one could stop them this time.
Everything had been prepared a long time ago, and a large web had been spread. Supreme powerhouses were hibernating, and experts were standing guard at every thoroughfare in the cosmos.
The saints all harbored a grudge this time, and it was difficult to escape their wrath. They wanted to go all out in this battle because they had to settle all the disasters!
An ancient land of life—once ranked eleven in the past—was vainly attempting to recover and wanted to create the strongest evolver? This was impossible. They were all sneering. How could they allow such a thing to happen?