Chapter 214: The Final Verdict

Ling Ziyang’s face turned ashen.

After seeing Yang Hao, her face had already turned pale, but now, her heart was dead too. She had fallen into despair. Others might not know, but Ling Ziyang was painfully aware of what the Final Judgment meant.

In the Galactic Empire, everyone shuddered at the mention of the Midspace Assassination Group, though each feared it differently. Ordinary officers and aristocrats feared Midspace’s omnipresent assassinations, while the swordsmen feared the group’s mass-attack techniques. Such offensive power was likely insurmountable for any swordsman group.

Even the usually revered high-level warriors, the Great Swordsmen and Sword Saints, harbored a vague fear of Midspace, fearing specifically the power of the “Final Judgment.”

The most mysterious elder in the Senate, who specialized in assassination, had trained the Midspace assassins for a full ten years, tirelessly developing various assassination methods. During that time, he transformed an entire generation of young talents in the empire into killing machines, yet he still felt unsatisfied.

Due to Midspace’s duties, they inevitably posed a threat to the aristocracy of the Empire. No one could predict when Midspace might thrust their assassination blade into one’s heart. Thus, some aristocrats with guilty consciences spared no expense to eliminate the Midspace Assassination Group. Throughout Midspace’s rebuilding years, they encountered countless threats.

It was only with the emergence of the “Final Judgment” that the elder finally felt satisfied. He condensed his lifetime of knowledge into this single technique, and after passing it on to the purple-clad assassins, the elder’s already ageless visage rapidly aged. He had exhausted all his energy.

However, since Midspace acquired the “Final Judgment,” they were finally able to suppress threats against them. The move’s power was so immense that not only ordinary swordsmen couldn’t handle it, but even Great Swordsmen and, at the highest level, Sword Saints, would struggle to resist.

Even the elder who created the “Final Judgment” claimed that if ten purple-clad assassins launched the “Final Judgment” together, even he would have no choice but to flee.

This was the ultimate compliment and the ultimate threat.

According to rumors, Midspace’s “Final Judgment” had only been used twice. No one knew when or how it happened, but it was clear that two warlords close to the level of Sword Saint suddenly disappeared. The reason was simple: their cultivation methods were completely beyond the Senate’s control.

In this world, everyone’s cultivation must be controlled by the Senate, and those beyond control should be eliminated.

This was the Final Judgment.

Now, the black aura from the ten purple-clad assassins had condensed.

Yang Hao suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. It was as if all vitality, hope, and dreams in the world had vanished. Before him appeared a black hole that absorbed not only light but also souls and the courage to live.

The ten masters stood cold and motionless. Their solidified black aura had become tangible, forming in the air a massive dark cross-sword. This sword contained cruelty, gloom, and brutality—it embodied all the unbearable emotions. The giant sword began slowly advancing toward Yang Hao and Ling Ziyang.

Yang Hao glared fiercely at the black sword. His Shadow Moon Blade had already appeared in the air, emitting an unprecedented golden glow, as if even the Shadow Moon knew this was the most critical moment.

But Yang Hao still wanted to try. He wanted to see whether his Shadow Moon was more powerful or if Midspace’s Final Judgment was more formidable.

He was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the moment when Shadow Moon and the black sword would collide in a spectacular clash.

But before Yang Hao could act, Ling Ziyang moved first. This woman had already resolved to die. She was nominally the leader of Midspace and naturally understood Midspace’s strength. When the ten masters targeted her, she had already given up hope.

Ling Ziyang only wanted Yang Hao to survive.

So she acted, striking Yang Hao with one palm.

Yang Hao’s attention was entirely focused ahead, completely unprepared for the woman behind him. Ling Ziyang struck him squarely on the back. The blow seemed strangely gentle, like a soft caress from a delicate hand. Yet Yang Hao’s body tingled as if struck by an electric current.

This brief shock slowed Yang Hao by half a beat. He turned in astonishment, wondering why Ling Ziyang had attacked him.

But Ling Ziyang had already flown away. This was the first time Yang Hao had seen Ling Ziyang display her true power. Her movements were graceful, like a fairy gliding through the air. Ling Ziyang transformed into a purple rainbow, drifting like an immortal toward the front. Though facing the massive black sword of the Final Judgment, Ling Ziyang remained unarmed, her palm glowing with a brilliant five-colored radiance, dazzling like a fiery gem.

“Ziyang!!” Yang Hao cried out desperately, but it was already too late to stop her.

Although Ling Ziyang’s flying form was graceful, she no longer focused on her opponent ahead. Instead, she turned her head, leaving Yang Hao with a sorrowful smile.

The Final Judgment was beyond Ling Ziyang’s ability to withstand. She was merely using her body as cannon fodder to let Yang Hao witness the move’s power.

This was likely the last thing Ling Ziyang could do for Yang Hao.

It felt like a dream—starting with beauty, only to end like a soap bubble bursting.

Yang Hao didn’t know what had happened to Ling Ziyang, just as he didn’t know what had happened to Amanda or Shining. Yang Hao had changed these women’s lives, but he remained oblivious.

Ling Ziyang was an orphan of war. In the vast star wars of the Empire, such orphans were countless. The Empire’s treatment of them was simple: males were conscripted or killed, and females were forced into prostitution or killed.

Thus, at only five years old, Ling Ziyang was sent to the Lingfei Star Sea training camp, where she was taught seduction and various skills. But Ling Ziyang was different from her peers, unlike those who believed they were born to be prostitutes.

She escaped—twenty times in total. At five years old, she endured the torture of Lingfei Star Sea trainers, persistently fleeing. Eventually, fate favored her. Ling Ziyang was discovered by Rong Li, the only female elder in the Senate, who took her as her sole disciple.

From then on, Ling Ziyang’s life completely changed. She became a cultivator. Elder Rong Li taught her a unique cultivation method that not only made Ling Ziyang powerful but also altered her personality.

Ling Ziyang became cold and ruthless. Childhood trauma and the side effects of her cultivation method made her exude an icy chill from her appearance to her very bones. It seemed nothing in this world could warm her heart. Whatever she desired, she would stop at nothing to achieve, even killing everyone in her way.

Cultivation also made Ling Ziyang incredibly beautiful. Her coldness was laced with allure. Her eyes, glowing with icy light, could be both captivating and enchanting. Ling Ziyang became the most captivating and eye-catching envoy of the Senate.

But with her strength, no one dared covet her, especially with her master, Rong Li, being formidable. Ling Ziyang became a direct envoy of the Senate. To outsiders, she was a seductive enchantress, radiating sensuality, but in reality, no man had ever truly possessed her body.

Until she met Yang Hao. He was probably the most peculiar opponent Ling Ziyang had ever encountered. He was just an ordinary civilian student, yet no matter how formidable his opponents, he could always defeat them easily.

Yang Hao, seemingly without ambition, quickly grew into a true master and leader. His trajectory and the old ghost within him alarmed the Senate.

Under the Senate’s strict orders, after multiple failures, Ling Ziyang had no choice but to risk her body, infiltrating a group of Lingfei Star Sea prostitutes to get close to Yang Hao and lure him into the King Swordsman Group’s ambush.

But Ling Ziyang failed again. This time, not only did she fail her mission, but she also brought unexpected consequences.

Ling Ziyang became pregnant. This accident, which she considered the greatest failure of her life, quietly changed her personality over a long period. Her once-frozen heart began to melt—not for Yang Hao, but for the child they had conceived.

The unborn infant had already become inseparable from Ling Ziyang’s life. She could always sense the growth of that small life, every movement, even feeling her blood flow into that life and return.

Ling Ziyang had completely changed. She was no longer the multifaceted beauty or the enchanting madam. She had become a mother, the mother of Yang Hao’s child.

So she tried to love Yang Hao, even betraying the Empire to be by his side. She didn’t want her child to be a war orphan like herself.

Now, Ling Ziyang suddenly realized she was even willing to sacrifice herself for Yang Hao.

She blocked Yang Hao and threw herself at the “Final Judgment.”

The black giant sword took shape in the air, controlling everything, absorbing all the good things from people. It represented death, the end of everything. Its mission was to take lives.

Ling Ziyang’s brilliant palm was about to collide with the black sword. Everyone knew she was purely committing suicide. No matter which level she had reached, she couldn’t withstand the black sword’s full strike.

“Ziyang…” Yang Hao roared in fury. He rushed forward with all his might, though he couldn’t stop her self-sacrifice in time. Only by doing this could he suppress the fire within his heart.

He was wrong. Yang Hao knew he was wrong. Perhaps at this moment, Yang Hao finally understood—he was truly someone who didn’t understand love. He didn’t know what a woman would do for love, and he had never truly trusted Ling Ziyang.

But Ling Ziyang was going to die for him.

Yang Hao’s heart was beyond guilt. His Shadow Moon Blade erupted with raging flames, spinning like the sun, wanting to fly over to save Ling Ziyang.

But in an instant, Ling Ziyang was about to collide with the Final Judgment, and Yang Hao was already too late to act.

Just then, a strange fragrance wafted through the air. Yang Hao felt a distortion in the space before Ling Ziyang, as if a crack had appeared.

Before he could look closely, the crack suddenly expanded into a colorful portal. From the portal flew out a middle-aged beauty wearing a white linen robe, her long hair tied into an ancient bun. After flying out, she stood in front of Ling Ziyang and extended a palm. On that palm, just like Ling Ziyang, a dazzling five-colored light erupted, even brighter and more dazzling, like a star exploding.

This light collided with the “Final Judgment,” creating a thunderous explosion that violently shook the entire Comet Source. Even the cliff began to crumble, and the existing cracks extended violently due to the shockwave.

The ten Midspace purple-clad experts were thrown back, and the black sword of the Final Judgment also vanished. However, the beauty didn’t fare much better. She let out a low cry and was pushed back into the colorful portal.

“Master!” Ling Ziyang cried out in shock, staring at the portal.

This beauty was actually Ling Ziyang’s master, Rong Li, one of the nine executive elders of the Senate.

Before Ling Ziyang’s cry could fade, a milky-white liuli rope shot out from the portal, coiling around her waist and pulling her into the portal as well.

The portal closed instantly, and everything fell silent.

At this moment, the Comet Source was not quiet. The massive energy wave from just now activated all the energy contained within the Comet Source. Now, chunks of star rocks were being launched due to the internal energy explosion, and the cliff where Yang Hao stood was shaking violently, as if the rock walls would collapse at any moment.

Around Yang Hao, countless large stones were ejected from the ground like rockets into the sky, forming a cluster of intense flames in the universe.

Yang Hao was like standing in the middle of fireworks, witnessing the most dazzling comet fireworks in the universe. Thousands of comets erupted at this moment, their crimson trails dazzling against the dark blue background of the universe, like an oil painting on the celestial dome.

But Yang Hao had no heart to appreciate these wonders. He was still immersed in deep shock. First, he was shocked by Ling Ziyang’s master, the woman named Rong Li, who looked nothing like an elder. It seemed that cultivators could indeed preserve their youth. More impressive was the portal the woman suddenly appeared from. Hun Yuanzi said it was a spatial rift created by powerful and pure energy, a method of instantaneous movement over vast distances.

This method of movement was incredibly skillful. In Yang Hao’s view, it was something that only appeared in legends. The people of the Senate were truly the most elite cultivators, not inferior to Hun Yuanzi’s former peers.

The Empire had strict level classifications for martial strength. For example, Yang Hao had already surpassed level fifty, roughly equivalent to a Great Swordsman. But Rong Li’s power was beyond Yang Hao’s ability to measure, like a divine being from the celestial realm, entirely a mass of pure energy.

However, what shocked Yang Hao even more was that the “Final Judgment” could force back someone as incredibly powerful as Rong Li. Although the ten purple-clad experts were all lying on the ground, seemingly slightly injured internally, they had indeed forced back a high-ranking elder-level expert.

It seemed that the “Final Judgment” being considered the unique miracle of the Empire was absolutely justified.

Ling Ziyang was saved by her master and temporarily safe. However, Yang Hao’s crisis was not over. Although the ten purple-clad assassins were injured, they still stood one by one. Amidst the chaos of the Comet Source, with star rocks collapsing from all sides, cold currents spreading, and the earth shaking, their breaths remained undisturbed. After a slight adjustment, they fused together again, slowly solidifying.

Death’s aura once again enveloped this place on the verge of destruction.

And this time, their only opponent was Yang Hao.

Yang Hao’s expression was grave. Even if he were arrogant, he dared not underestimate this miraculous sword technique anymore. Rong Li’s level was vastly superior to his, and even she was forced back—how much more so for Yang Hao?

He grabbed three sword pills at once and swallowed them without caring about Hun Yuanzi’s warning about the pills’ conflicting energies. In such a critical battle, there was no time to take pills carefully.

The Midspace Ten Assassins’ breath solidified again, a black sword faintly taking shape. Although the earth was shaking and collapsing, they remained as immovable as mountains, unaffected.

Yang Hao was also changing. He became a very pure existence, like a soul without a body, without sound or color.

Yang Hao’s transformation caused Midspace some confusion, but their breath only paused briefly before continuing to condense.

However, a streak of blood floated in the wind.

Along with the blood, there was a hissing sound.

Besides the sound of the wind, there was the sound of blood spraying from the throat into the sky.

In the blood mist, a shadow blade glowing with blood-red light flew up at an impossible angle, followed by a trail of Yang Hao’s bloody figure.

A purple-clad expert fell. Until his death, he didn’t understand how he had died. Yang Hao was clearly still standing there, like a lifeless corpse, but why did the shadow blade carry Yang Hao’s afterimage and slash across his neck?

The Midspace assassins were startled.

This was the “Blood Strike,” the first sword technique of the Dan Ding dual cultivation sect’s assassination techniques. After swallowing the “Shadow Dispersal,” Yang Hao’s infant soul could become invisible for a short time. This invisibility was of a very high level—not only could ordinary people not see the form, but even the power could not be sensed. Yang Hao’s invisible infant soul, combined with the shadowy Shadow Moon, could unleash tremendous power in an instant, sneaking up on the enemy and beheading the Midspace expert.

After the enemy’s blood sprayed from his throat, Yang Hao’s infant soul faintly flickered in the blood mist, leaving a long blood trail. Hence, it was called the Blood Strike.

Yang Hao successfully struck down an opponent. Immediately, his infant soul returned to his body to avoid being attacked while vulnerable. He originally thought that as long as he injured one person, the entire “Final Judgment” sword formation would be broken. Previous sword formations were like this—each person was an indispensable part, and losing any one would make it impossible to form.

But this time, Yang Hao realized he was wrong.

The “Final Judgment” did not stop with one person missing. The nine remaining assassins seemed not to notice their companion’s fall, continuing to gather dark energy to materialize the black sword in the air.

“This is not a sword formation, but just a sword move!” Hun Yuanzi timely reminded him, “A sword formation requires everyone’s cooperation, but a sword move doesn’t. Any Midspace assassin can use this move. The number of people only affects its power. You killed one person, only reducing the Final Judgment’s power by one-tenth.”

“What do I do now!” Yang Hao roared. With the speed of the Blood Strike, after killing two opponents, the massive power of the Final Judgment would fall on him.

“The only flaw of the Final Judgment is its speed,” Hun Yuanzi, the old hand, saw through the essence, “It requires a long time to gather energy. During that time, if you kill all of them, you can stop it.”

The Midspace assassins were now gathering dark energy to form the sword. This was Yang Hao’s only opportunity. During this time, the purple-clad assassins were most vulnerable and defenseless. Once they completed the gathering, the massive power of the Final Judgment would end Yang Hao’s life.

As Hun Yuanzi spoke, Yang Hao’s body changed again. In an instant, rings of flame rapidly rose from his feet. In a blink, Yang Hao’s entire body was immersed in flames.

Suddenly, a long roar, Yang Hao flew up, and the Shadow Moon also erupted with a circle of scorching flames, merging with Yang Hao’s body. They transformed into a dragon, a flame dragon. This dragon was not made of flesh and blood but true heavenly fire, a golden and red fire seemingly from the source of nature, carrying unimaginable power, rushing toward the Midspace assassins.

The nine purple-clad assassins were still silently gathering the “Final Judgment”…

Just as Yang Hao’s flame dragon sword was about to strike, seemingly able to destroy their entire sword formation before they completed it, swallowing the nine purple-clad assassins into his flame sword.

But the Midspace formation made a terrifying change. Three purple-clad assassins broke away from the formation, rushing out. They didn’t even run their own energy or draw their swords, just naturally rushing out to collide with Yang Hao’s flame dragon sword.

Like a massive magma eruption, the flame dragon sword instantly swallowed those three, melting their bodies. But Yang Hao’s sword momentum was also broken. Those three were not there to counter Yang Hao but to use their bodies and lives to block Yang Hao’s sword momentum, buying a bit more time for the others.

They succeeded. Although their lives were lost, they did block Yang Hao’s flame dragon sword.

At this moment, the “Final Judgment” was finally formed.

Yang Hao felt suffocated—not because there was no oxygen in his protective field, but because he felt the breath of life being slowly drawn from his body. The sky grew darker, even the erupting comet fireworks lost their color. The entire Comet Source was like a hellish abyss.

This was the hell of death, the hell of the dead, the hell of Midspace.

Under the immense pressure, Yang Hao’s body began to slowly wither.

The “Final Judgment” could force back an executive elder, injure a Sword Saint, and naturally kill a Great Swordsman.

Yang Hao’s life was being drawn away by the “Final Judgment.” His face was pale, his eyes filled with reluctant despair. But his body was already powerless to counterattack. Perhaps at this moment, Yang Hao would think of the few women around him—Shining, Amanda, even Ling Ziyang.

But it was all too late.

Was it really too late?

A thunderous sound came from the sky. There were no clouds here, yet the power of heaven and earth seemed to beat a war drum. Darkness tightly wrapped around Yang Hao’s neck, making it impossible for him to breathe. The massive sword of Final Judgment hung in the air, and with immense pride, it slashed down through the void.

“Apprentice!” Hun Yuanzi’s voice was like a god’s.

“En.” Although Yang Hao was on the brink of unconsciousness, there was no fear in his expression, “Master.”

“Never underestimate anyone again,” Hun Yuanzi said. “Even if you become a Golden Immortal or the King of the Universe, never underestimate anyone.”

“Yes.” Yang Hao nodded heavily, even though his life was fleeting. But what he learned was far more than ever before.

Hun Yuanzi sighed.

A milky-white force surged from Yang Hao’s dantian, rapidly spreading through his meridians and shooting into one of his fingers.

On that little finger was a black ring, which immediately emitted a long, sharp “Feng!” sound. The heavens and earth twisted for a moment, and the power of Satana, the King of the Dark Angels hidden within the “Thunder Wrath Ring,” was activated.

Satana was a god of the dark world, ruling over thunder and lightning, so the ring he gave Yang Hao was called the Thunder Wrath Ring. However, at this moment, Yang Hao finally realized that what Satana had sealed in the Thunder Wrath Ring was not lightning power, but the Great Light Technique that had amazed the celestial beings.

An endless white light poured out from Yang Hao’s ring, illuminating the entire black sky, turning hell into paradise in an instant. The hovering “Final Judgment” sword collided with the Great Light Technique and silently dissipated.

Yang Hao closed his eyes, not looking at the changes outside. But he felt the power—a boundless force. He was like floating in the universe, and the universe itself was composed of this power. Everything around him, even the wind, even the starlight, originated from this power.

The Great Light Technique spread boundlessly in the infinite realm, silently destroying the “Final Judgment,” then enveloping the Midspace assassins. Surprisingly, as soon as those assassins encountered this white light, their bodies seemed to catch fire, their flesh burning wildly under the milky-white light, and their souls filled with the aura of death were refined. Along with the souls of those assassins Yang Hao had previously killed, they all floated in the white space, revolving around Yang Hao.

The eruption of the Comet Source had reached its most intense moment. The cliff where Yang Hao stood kept shaking, the existing cracks widening further. Now, one could already see the center of the Comet Source, where a blue torrent gushed out. This was the source of the icy power filling the entire Comet Source, the ultimate icy force in this world.

Hun Yuanzi took a deep breath. The changes around him even exceeded his imagination.

This Comet Source was on the brink of destruction, so even the deepest icy power had been activated. And the ten extremely powerful souls filled with the aura of death were rotating around. The purity of the Great Light Technique surpassed even heavenly fire, making it the best choice for refining pills.

Now, the materials for refining the Ice-Cold Heavenly Fire Holy Pill were completely ready.

Even Yang Hao had unknowingly already initiated the refining of the main pill.

This pill used the cultivator’s body as a furnace, absorbing all the materials into the body. Then the heavenly fire would burn with all its might, finally leaving a mark of the Void境 on the infant soul.

Indeed, as Yang Hao closed his eyes and sensed the cosmic power surrounding him, the immense energy of *Fengyun Jihui* was quickly drawn into his body by an unknown force. The icy torrent deep within the Comet Source stopped surging, congealed into droplets, and entered Yang Hao’s body entirely, causing his entire meridian system to emit a淡蓝色 hue.

Then came the souls of the ten purple-clad assassins. These icy-cold souls, cultivated for years with the aura of death, would float in the world even after their masters’ deaths, becoming vicious ghosts. But now, these transparent and thin souls were drawn by the power, one by one, entering Yang Hao’s slightly open mouth and merging into his body.

The Great Light Technique finally stopped, but those milky-white lights seemed to start moving again, this time in reverse, flowing back into Yang Hao’s body, piercing his pores, and shooting into his infant soul with incredible power, as if summoned by a god-like force there.

Inside Yang Hao’s body, three substances with completely opposite natures surged. The collision of their respective forces was like a small universe exploding. Yang Hao’s entire body would suddenly erupt with a ten-meter-long blazing light, then emit an extremely icy-cold aura, his skin covered in thick ice, then peaceful as if sleeping.

Throughout this process, Yang Hao kept his eyes closed, not moving at all. His soul was fusing various energies within his small universe.

Yang Hao’s inner and outer universes seemed to merge and unify. He could feel the wind of the universe, the gravity between stars, even the eruption of a new star.

Finally, a light, the most pure and primitive light, erupted from Yang Hao’s infant soul. This light could project tens of thousands of kilometers, affecting the planets within this range to varying degrees.

But inside Yang Hao’s body, the conflicting forces had already disappeared, completely absorbed by him. On his infant soul, a mark was left.

This mark was like a vast, constantly rotating universe, with endlessly cycling stars inside.

Yang Hao opened his eyes. His gaze seemed to penetrate the darkness of the universe, seeing the light behind it…

A month later, Yang Hao crossed half the universe.

This long journey was the second time in his life.

However, this journey was not boring, especially aboard his own Dreadnought, the End of Days, as the supreme captain and leader of the swordsmen group. He could torment XII and his subordinates every day.

Especially abusing his subordinates had become Yang Hao’s recent favorite.

Multiple encounters with the Ten Sword Streams of the Empire made him realize the importance of having a group of loyal followers. Therefore, Yang Hao began to focus on cultivating the children of the Hao Sword Group. In the past half year, the children had grown up, finally relieving Yang Hao of a major concern.

After all, the cultivation of the Dan Ding sect required dual cultivation with a partner. It was not the leader’s style to allow minors to engage in promiscuous relationships. During the free time, Yang Hao divided the qualified members of the Hao Sword Group into thirty groups, each consisting of eight people paired up into couples.

Those who had already shown mutual interest were allowed to pair freely. If there was no suitable partner, Yang Hao and Long Yun were more than willing to play matchmakers. However, among these people, more than ten had clear homosexual tendencies, which was very troubling.

But Yang Hao solved this problem with one move. He locked those dozen or so people into a room and released enough aphrodisiac gas. Within a few hours, the room had become a chaotic mess. After twenty-four hours, the homosexual crisis was completely resolved, and everyone obediently paired up for dual cultivation.

Yang Hao spent a lot of true energy to help the Hao Sword Group members establish their foundations. Now each of them had a combat strength of around level five. Combined with the “Injury Sword” formation Yang Hao previously created, their eight-person combination could exert a level ten combat strength, capable of rivaling ordinary swordsman groups.

During the month-long journey to Earth, Yang Hao wandered around with the Hao Sword Group, fighting monsters and mining resources, not in a hurry to reach the destination. That cursed Earth was full of dangers, and he didn’t want to rush there to his death.

However, no matter how much he delayed, he still arrived at Earth’s outer port on the last day of the month.

No one could calculate the current population of the Galactic Empire. The total number of Earth descendants and their offspring was at least twelve trillion. Not only Earth itself couldn’t hold them, but even the entire Milky Way couldn’t contain them.

Therefore, Earth descendants became the majority ethnicity in the entire universe, distributed across every corner of the Empire. The Empire used these people to control and dominate the universe’s resources.

Although Yang Hao was also an Earth descendant, he had never returned to Earth, not even visiting the Milky Way for the first time. Because it had become a gathering place for nobles and the military, not a place for commoners to enter.

The Empire’s most elite forces and the technology core stretching for hundreds of kilometers were located within the Milky Way, with countless fleets stationed there. Yang Hao originally thought the army he saw in the Three Crystal Sea was the most spectacular in the universe. However, flying through the Milky Way, his window revealed a scene ten times more spectacular than the Three Crystal Sea.

If Yang Hao could feel the Empire’s decay and decline in the outer regions, then entering the Milky Way made him realize that this mighty Empire still had astonishing power at its core.