Dialo, a Phantasm expert, berthed the ancient starship high in the sky and glanced down at his kind on the ground, excitement appearing on his face. “I’m back, Domain of the Falling Stars.”  

Because he had lost the Spirit Pearl, which was a crucial part of their ancient starship’s guidance system, he had been forced to wait in the starry river ever since he had steered the ancient starship out of the Realm of Dark Underworld.

Later, when he had received word from Basto that he would soon organize an invasion of the Domain of the Falling Stars, he had finally put his heart at ease.

Dialo was well-aware that, considering the strength of just the few of them, not only would they not be able to deal a heavy blow to the humans in the Domain of the Falling Stars, but they would also most likely lose this ancient starship to the humans.

Therefore, they had been waiting patiently. Only when they had received word from Basto that their forces had swarmed into the Realm of Split Void through those six spatial rifts did they start sailing back towards the Domain of the Falling Stars.

Today, they had finally returned.

“I sensed something very unsettling just now when we were going...