While everyone on the Blue Star was diligently cultivating and rapidly improving their strength under Chu Yang’s leadership.
In a distant, other dimension.
An identical planet lay in ruins, ravaged and scarred.
And the master of this world, undoubtedly also human, had all turned into corpses.
Blood rain fell from the sky, and mournful cries echoed through the heavens.
This was the death of an Immortal Emperor, and the Heavenly Dao wept.
The humans of this dimension had also possessed a brilliant immortal cultivation civilization, but regrettably, it had descended into an era of Dharma decline.
The rules and spiritual energy of this world could no longer support the birth of new Immortal Emperors, and even Immortal Realm powerhouses were finding it increasingly difficult to emerge.
The last remaining Immortal Emperor had also perished in this battle.
A figure clad in armor, holding a purple long spear, appeared in the void. A hideous wound marred his chest, but he declared with arrogance, "The humans of this dimension have been annihilated by us! Celebrate this glorious victory! Humanity is destined for destruction, and the world belongs to us, the Heaven Slayers!"
Below him, scarred alien warriors with sharp horns on their heads roared fanatically.
"Long live the Heaven Slayers!"
"Long live the Heaven Slayers!"
Numerous black vortices swirled in the void, and terrifying war chariots emerged from them, exuding an oppressive aura.
These were the extraterrestrial evil races that Chu Yang had spoken of, but they had given themselves a rather imposing name: the Heaven Slayers.
The Heaven Slayer holding the purple long spear above was one of their Immortal Emperor-level powerhouses, though the Heaven Slayers referred to them as Supremes.
This dimension was separated from Chu Yang’s by a mere thread.
At this moment, the void trembled, and then a formidable figure stepped out.
"Olieva, it’s rather disappointing that you took so long to kill such an aged Human Immortal Emperor and lost so many of your kin."
The Supreme responsible for the conquest of this dimension was Olieva.
Olieva sneered at the figure who had suddenly appeared, "Valieva? You barely escaped with your life in the last dimensional battle, and you have the nerve to address me?"
One of the two horns, characteristic of the Heaven Slayers, on Valieva's head was broken and had not regrown.
He shrugged helplessly, "How boring, Olieva, can't even tease you a little."
"Spit it out if you have something to say!"
"The High Priest has decreed that we must rest for two to three years, so your plan to advance to the next dimension is canceled."
Olieva frowned and flicked his long spear, retracting it into his body.
"Isn't the next dimension a low-level world devoid of spiritual energy?"
"That’s irrelevant, but adjacent to the next dimension is a very difficult one. According to the High Priest's estimation, the humans there have at least five Immortal Emperor-level powerhouses. The spiritual energy in that world has not yet depleted, unlike this world you fought in."
Olieva rested his hands on his hips, a look of annoyance on his face.
"So, if we land in the next dimension, there’s a possibility they’ll detect us in advance?"
"Precisely. And since the next dimension is the lowest-level world, it’s likely to be the battlefield for our dimensional war. We cannot afford to be careless. You must know that when humans are pushed to their limits, they can be truly terrifying!"
Valieva touched his broken antenna, speaking with lingering fear.
Olieva also touched the wound on his chest, falling into a brief silence.
That old Immortal Emperor, already in his twilight years, was no match for him.
Yet, to buy time for his clansmen, he had directly burned all his cultivation, prolonging the struggle with Olieva for nearly a year.
But alas, this old Immortal Emperor had consumed his own cultivation, and even performed a self-detonation at the very last moment.
Not just this dimension, but all the worlds they had conquered, their human populations had displayed agonizing resilience when on the brink of despair.
They attacked worlds where humans were the masters, and unless they had absolute certainty, they relied on overwhelming numbers to achieve victory.
Even so, they often faltered, with human powerhouses, pushed to their limits, dragging them into mutual destruction.
As for why the Heaven Slayers constantly traversed dimensions to hunt humans, there were no grand reasons. They simply felt that the world needed a new master.
"Alas, in the end, power is paramount! No matter how they struggle, the world will ultimately belong to us, the Heaven Slayers!"
"Heh heh, message delivered, I’m off. This dimension’s spiritual energy hasn’t depleted yet, so you can take your time dealing with it…"
With that, Valieva vanished into the void.
The unique innate talent of the Heaven Slayers, their power, had a certain degree of control over space, allowing them to break through dimensional barriers at a much lower cost than other races.
Olieva was also a warlike individual. Although he was injured in this battle, he felt he could seamlessly transition to the next engagement.
However, since the High Priest had spoken, he wouldn't deliberately cause trouble.
"All personnel, rest! Our next campaign will commence in three years! Glory to the Heaven Slayers!"
The entire world roared, responding to their Supreme.
"Glory to the Heaven Slayers!"