Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Deep in the universe, there is an enormous star that appears somewhat dark gray from afar.

Although not dazzling, its size is quite conspicuous among the many stars.

In the far north of this star, on a precipice ten thousand feet high, sat a figure.

The figure was somewhat thin, but his eyes were tightly covered by a black animal skin.

He sat there quietly on the cliff top, like a statue.

However, the void within three feet of him was constantly collapsing, reforming, collapsing again, and reforming again.

That silent, chaotic void exuded a chilling terror.

That's right, this person is the strongest of the Corpse Clan now, one of the Eight Kings of the Alien Race, and also the only Saint Realm expert of the Corpse Clan!

Behind him stood an elderly man in a gray robe, but he was inconspicuous in front of the three huge black coffins standing in neat rows.

Of the three black coffins, the one on the far left had its lid half open and was completely empty.

The old man in the gray robe kept stealing glances at the empty coffin, then cautiously watching the seated figure, not daring to breathe loudly.

After this silence had lasted for an unknown period of time, the seated figure suddenly stirred slightly.

He twitched his fingertips and frowned slightly.

"Huh? That's strange, where did the ancestor's aura go?"

"Could it be... a Saint-level being from either the human or demon race who has made a move?"

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly raised his right hand, stretched it forward, and disappeared directly into the void in front of him.

At almost the same time, in the distant Marang star system.

That is, the place where Xia Jin fought with the progenitor of the Corpse Clan, a giant hand reached out from the void.

In the very center of the palm, a jet-black vertical eye slowly opened!

The vertical eye slowly rotated, coldly scanning the surrounding void.

However, the gaze of that vertical eye did not linger on any one spot for long, because the aura in this void had been wiped away too cleanly before Xia Jin left.

As the vertical eye closed, the giant hand vanished.

A few breaths later, on that dark gray star, at the top of the cliff.

The seated figure withdrew his right hand.

But the faint hint of seriousness that suddenly appeared on his face made the gray-robed old man behind him a little nervous.

"Your Majesty... what happened?"

After a few breaths, the gray-robed elder finally couldn't help but speak.

The blindfolded man was silent for a moment, then said, "Someone made a move... erasing all traces of that area. I cannot find any trace of the progenitor's corpse."

"What?" The gray-robed old man's expression changed.

"Even you, King, can't track it down?! How is that possible? Could it be... that a human saint has intervened? Or perhaps those demons?"

The blindfolded man turned his head slightly. Although his eyes were not visible, it was as if an invisible gaze pierced through the animal hide and landed on the old man.

"It wasn't the demon race. Those demons are always domineering and direct in their actions. If they really had taken the ancestor's body, their presence would have remained in that star field; they wouldn't have deliberately erased it."

"Besides them, the only ones who could do something so flawlessly are... those three human saints."

As he spoke, an even more powerful holy aura emanated from that figure, and the oppressive feeling almost made the gray-robed old man kneel down.

Fortunately, this wisp of holy power only appeared for a moment before it was withdrawn.

The gray-robed old man swallowed hard and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty... if that Saint-level being from the human race has made a move, doesn't that mean they've already detected our alien race's actions?"

"Hmph!!" The blindfolded man sneered.

He raised his hand and gently brushed it towards the empty coffin beside him, and the heavy coffin lid closed immediately.

"So what if they find out?"

He slowly stood up.

The moment that thin figure stood up, it seemed to devour all the light in the world.

Though his eyes were not visible beneath the blindfold, one could still sense his contempt.

"The alien alliance's hundreds of thousands of years of dormancy and planning—do you think they can stop it just because they've noticed it?"

"In terms of top-tier combat power, with the combined forces of myself and the other seven kings, how many of those three human saints could stand against us? Even if we add the demon race members, they could only barely survive against the combined might of the eight of us kings!!"

"Furthermore, in terms of the sheer size of our alien alliance, it numbers in the hundreds of millions! Even if humans and demons joined forces, they wouldn't be a tenth as powerful as our alien army!"

He spoke calmly until the very end, but his tone was clearly filled with strong confidence.

"Pass down the order. Within three days, notify the Stone Clan's advance army to depart immediately and take up their positions ahead of schedule. Three months later, the Stone King and I will join forces to take over the Mirage Realm."

"The Mirage Realm!?" A glint suddenly flashed in the gray-robed elder's eyes, and he trembled. "I obey the king's command!"

The blindfolded man stopped looking at him and slowly turned around to gaze at the boundless wasteland of bones below the cliff.

His silhouette stood on the edge of the cliff, like an unshakeable tombstone inserted between heaven and earth.

......

Meanwhile, in another distant part of the starry sky...

Xia Jin's figure walked directly out of the void turbulence passage.

Now that he has ascended to the Holy Throne, it took him less than ten breaths to return from the Malang Star Region to the Mirage Realm.

The familiar air rushed towards me; it was Pingyang County.

Indeed, Xia Jin went directly to the former site of the Hall of Wrathful Souls, which was also the location of the Heavenly Alliance he founded.

"Celestial Alliance."

Xia Jin looked up at the newly repaired mountain gate and the two characters engraved on the huge stone tablet hundreds of feet high in front of the gate, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

He nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes.

"This mountain gate is certainly imposing."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing over the stone tablet and looking into the depths of the misty mountain gate. He thought to himself, "Su Xin is indeed reliable when it comes to handling things. It's only been less than a month, and it seems that the original Hall of Wrathful Souls has already changed its appearance."

Just as he was about to step inside, he suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from the main hall on the mountaintop.