The One Who Creates Miracles

The sea of stars was burning.

Over the past ten days, every space zone, every sailing route, and every space zone in the boundless sea of stars had been swept by the exhaust flames and cannon fire of countless starships. They were all filled with debris and debris, echoing the collisions of iron and the roars of human beings, and dyed the deepest red by the hot blood.

Even now, they seemed to have cooled down and regained the darkness and coldness of the past. There were not many traces of war that could be seen.

However, with the senses of the Cultivators and the scanning of the magical equipment, the twisted space was still filled with colorful radiation, like an ever-lasting ocean of roars.

For a moment, since most of the flames of war had reached the orbit of Empyrean Terminus, there was a brief silence in the periphery of the space zone.

But soon, the tranquility of the Sea of Roars was torn apart by the surging tides.