In the southeast part of the Domain of Heaven Span.

Many realms had been reduced to dead realms that were bereft of any life and light. The starry river was filled with pieces of shattered realms, debris from ancient starships, and numerous dead human cultivators.

Those cultivators’ domains had perished, their power joining the mixed energies that filled the starry river.

A battle had broken out here not long ago. The Phantasms, led by Froste, had emerged victorious.

The other side of the battle had consisted of disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect from the Domain of Endless Thunder, Qi warriors from the Domain of Green Woods, and a few experts from the Ancient Law Sect.

As Grand Monarch Nether River’s son, Froste had entered the eighth grade. The prismatic crystal between his eyebrows shone with icy light as he asked with a heavy tone, “What are our casualties?”

Standing behind...