The thirty-first day had arrived.
Shi Ming hovered in a corner of the Star Spirit Race's ancestral land. Without any reminder from the Eye of the Divine, he felt a stirring in his heart and looked up toward the sky, where countless bubbles were stacked high.
'They're here?'
Just as he had seen in his visions, a fissure split open in the sky.
Near the fissure, the ownerless, brilliant bubbles all burst into nothingness. They scattered iridescent dust, but the scene was anything but dreamlike. At that moment, the ancestral land of the Star Spirit Race was like an egg forcibly stabbed with a dagger. Parts of it were violently torn asunder as a tyrannical, murderous aura burst through the opening, rampaging through unchecked and unstoppable.
Immediately after, two figures stepped out from the fissure and into the ancestral land, bringing with them a blazing killing intent and an irrepressible corruption.
