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Chapter 332 -332-The Eternal Sage Emerges

Sea of Ruin.

In the depths of the Chaos Starsea, there existed a forbidden land that none below Oracle-grade could touch.

And yet, even Oracle-grade beings could find no true safety here.

A burial ground piled high with countless bones had transformed into an ocean of corpses.

The remains of innumerable Oracle-grade beings lay dormant here, buried through untold ages, through countless eras.

At the end of the Sea of Ruin stood a colossal stone block forged from some nameless substance.

It stretched across a million miles, yet it was not a sealed solid mass.

There was a gate in the stone.

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

Crisp footsteps echoed within.

The sound spread across the entire Sea of Ruin, then rippled outward from that sea of bones, shaking the whole Chaos Starsea.

It was as though an invisible hammer had struck every star.

Tap—!

A skeletal foot stepped out from beyond the gate.

The white bone was crystalline and translucent, with threads of Law power coiling around it like wisps of silk.

The moment that skeletal foot entered the Sea of Ruin, every Oracle-grade corpse in the entire ocean trembled at once, as though welcoming the return of a king who had slumbered for ages.

The Chaos Starsea also began to churn like boiling water set aflame.

Tap—!

The other skeletal foot stepped out of the gate.

In the next instant, a complete skeleton appeared.

Its entire body was as clear and lustrous as jade. Laws wove around it like robes, and endless energy intertwined around its form, giving rise to strange and wondrous changes.

It was impossible to grasp, as though it existed, yet also drifted beyond the universe itself.

At that moment, a hoarse voice slowly rang out, like something rising from the depths of an ancient abyss.

"I, Synros, have finally walked out of that damned place!"

Buzz, buzz, buzz—!

The boundless sea of corpses within the Sea of Ruin suddenly collapsed, transforming into surging tides of countless energies that all poured into the white-boned figure.

Deep within the Chaos Starsea, the hearts of countless powerhouses jolted.

In their subconscious minds, a voice was telling them that some unknown and terrifying existence had descended.

Before that Strength, they were as insignificant as dust, as fragile as ants.

The higher one’s Rank, the more deeply this intuition carved itself into the soul.

The great Oracle-grade beings turned grim, their faces ashen. Their bodies trembled violently, and their lips quivered as they uttered that forbidden name.

"Is... is it the Eternal Sage!?"

The ordinary Oracle-grade beings were so terrified that they knelt one after another in the void, as though doomsday judgment had already descended and the world was about to overturn.

"E... Eternal Sage!"

As for those below Oracle-grade, they did not even have the right to resist that faint trace of aura.

They collapsed to their knees in waves, prostrating themselves toward the Sea of Ruin as though on a pilgrimage.

Deep in their souls, they understood with absolute clarity—

A terrifying existence had appeared.

It was the Eternal Sage, a supreme-grade being standing at the very peak of the Endless Starsea.

At a certain moment, the Sea of Ruin vanished.

Disappearing along with it was the boundless ocean of bones.

That vast tide of Oracle-grade corpses had been completely devoured by the white-boned powerhouse.

At this moment, flesh and blood began to grow over the skeleton, revealing the appearance of a handsome man.

His name was Synros.

His eyes suddenly opened.

The instant he opened his eyes, all events within the river of time across countless years before and after the current era surged into his mind like a tide.

In the blink of an eye, he understood them all.

He tilted his head slightly, casting his gaze toward the Chaosverse.

A faint, unreadable smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting..."

...

Chaosverse.

Black Wasteland Galaxy, Daquan System.

In the nearby starry sky, there existed a strange region spanning hundreds of millions of miles.

Mist-like astral energy lingered around its outer shell, while seven-colored radiance shrouded its surface.

Within it, light flickered endlessly, and mysterious voices echoed like the whispers of ancient gods.

This was the Astral Realm.

A miraculous land about to open, one that contained countless primordial treasures.

Whoosh—whoosh—!

Several streaks of light tore through the void, transforming into the figures of powerful beings.

They stopped silently outside the Astral Realm, quietly waiting for it to open.

Daniel looked around.

Within his field of vision, thousands of powerhouses had already gathered.

Among them were demi-sage rank beings who were about to enter the Astral Realm, as well as Divine-grade powerhouses.

Those sages would still need to wait another thirty years, until the Astral Realm evolved into its next stage, before they could step inside.

"They’re all here."

Dustin spoke to Daniel, his gaze sweeping across the dark mass of figures in the sky.

"The strongest demi-sage rank beings from every major universe. Not a single one is missing."

"Miranda of the Lyra Universe, Vera of the Lunaris Universe, Vincent of the Varasen Universe..."

Daniel calmly swept his eyes over those thunderous names, his tone as still as water.

Every one of these powerhouses stood at the very peak of the demi-sage rank in their own universe.

Each of them possessed strength no weaker than Dustin’s.

...

In a certain corner.

The many demi-sage rank beings of the Lyra Universe exchanged tacit glances, their expressions carrying traces of hesitation.

Then, one after another, they turned their eyes toward a woman with a cold, aloof bearing and cautiously approached her.

"Lady Miranda, would you be interested in joining forces with us?"

The representative chosen by the demi-sages of the Lyra Universe asked tentatively.

Miranda frowned slightly. Her red lips parted, and she said indifferently,

"Don’t talk to me about interest. Talk payment."

The representative hurriedly said, "You take thirty percent of the gains from the Astral Realm. The rest goes to us."

"There are so many of us. Taking seventy percent shouldn’t be too much, right? Besides, a place like the Astral Realm isn’t somewhere one can go far alone. You need teammates. By yourself, you won’t be able to gain much."

Miranda rolled her eyes and spat out one word with crisp decisiveness.

"Scram."

...

Elsewhere.

The many demi-sage rank beings of the Lunaris Universe hid far off to one side, staring fearfully at the small figure in front of them.

That figure looked no older than ten or so, her petite body carrying a giant blade even larger than herself.

With her other hand, she kept stuffing divine fruits and sacred herbs into her mouth, her cheeks puffing as she chewed.

Those large eyes seemed adorable at first glance, but from time to time, a chilling sharpness flashed through them.

The powerhouses of the Lunaris Universe consciously kept their distance from her, lowering their voices as they whispered among themselves.

"When the Astral Realm opens, we should try to stay as far away from her as possible."

One powerhouse muttered in a low voice.

"Obviously. We need to avoid her at all costs."

Another shook his head.

"Wherever she goes, we don’t go. In short, we absolutely cannot run into her."

Vera seemed to sense something.

First, she tilted her head and listened for a moment. Then, with a lazy sidelong glance, she looked toward the trembling group of her fellow universe’s powerhouses in the distance.

Hiss—!

The demi-sages of the Lunaris Universe all shuddered at once, their eyes filled with terror. In perfect unison, they retreated several more steps.

"Pfft—"

Vera calmly spat out a fruit pit.

Then she turned back and continued chewing her snacks, though her gaze shifted toward the Myriad-Star Cosmos.

She muttered inwardly,

"I heard Faustus from the Myriad-Star Cosmos is really strong... Wonder how many of my slashes he can withstand. Mm..."