The Last One

"Our pitiful combat power leaves us with no hope to continue participating in the Myriad Flower Feast. Still, it’s worth it, even if just to broaden our horizons." Two Deities were chatting among themselves as they glanced at their surroundings. There were various Starfield Patrol Masters parading their grand auras, all of them at the World Deity level.

"There are nearly two thousand World Deities here, and even a grade two legion, the Calm Sea Legion, is here." One of the Deities, tall and thin in figure, raised his head to look toward the high platform. The pressure coming from that direction, even from someone like King Rong Hai who was seated at the boundary, could send any Deity experts into a shudder. There was no need to even mention the ancient and powerful Calm Sea Prefecture Master and Monarch Mo Xue, who were as profound as the world itself; they were like the origin and end of all, like the core of every Law of the World.