In the cosmic void, the steel fortress floated, projecting a scene so vivid it seemed as if the celestial realm had descended, displaying the disintegration of the Superlative Palace's founder and the blood-stained Ascension Banner flying away.0

Across various spaceships, cultivators from different Transcendent planets were shocked and terrified by this news. Even beings beyond this world had shed blood.0

The gods were solemn, the immortals and deities who had come to the real world fell silent, uneasy at the expeditionary force's defeat and the loss of the treasures they had almost secured.0

Aboard the spaceship, the few individuals Wang Xuan had captured were pale, their confidence shattered by the recent calamity. They had believed that their transcendent ancestors would soon return triumphant with the treasures, only to face disaster.0

Transcendent Ma taunted them, "Where's your arrogance now? Both your revered ancestors have been gravely injured. Can they even return? And, do you still want us to hand over the Book of Ages and the semi-matured treasure?"0

These disciples of the transcendent forces, once of high status, now tasted the bitterness of defeat. Their most revered ancestors' fates were uncertain, and they themselves had become prisoners.0

Then, the great Daoist Xu Fu arrived, entering the...0