"Then why do I keep feeling he’ll come back for something? I planted some of my avatars here, waiting for him to come back as though he were a criminal who would come back to see the fruits of his labor. But he isn’t such a person. Regardless, the heaven and earth energy here has thinned out to the point of causing immense destruction of natural resources and allowing for numerous calamities and anomalies to appear. If we don’t seal him, how can we stop this? So I’m camping out at every place he is likely to appear, not just here."

The Celestial Transcendent sighed lightly, appearing somewhat tired.

"Yes, yes, we need to seal him. Our Mystic Diviners are also working hard, some sacrificing themselves."

Realm Master Malzor Hexadra said righteously.

He was telling the truth since he personally wanted to end the Divine Emperor of Death and reclaim his glory since he was a laughing stock of the Realm Masters now. Although he acted like he didn’t care about his reputation and appeared cunning, given his status, who wouldn’t care about reputation?

However, the moment he saw the Nine-Headed Hydra Galaxy’s forces appearing, his heart was moved.

He might not need to slave for the humans.

However, the Celestial Transcendent appeared before him just as he wanted to go talk to the commander of the opposing forces, and then, all his new plans were forced to come to a halt. He also didn’t want to be a ruler of this heaven-forsaken realm, where the heaven and earth energy had thinned out and was no longer capable of prospering.

Although he still had support from the Realm Core and could support himself, he was still the Realm Master and his people to care about.

Since a Galaxy Wormhole to the Nine-Headed Hydra Galaxy had opened, it was like divine intervention.

How could he not want to go back to the hydra’s true home?

The Celestial Transcendent glanced at Realm Master Malzor Hexadra from the corner of his eyes.

How could he not understand his thoughts?

Since a Galaxy Wormhole to the Nine-Headed Hydra Galaxy had opened, it was indeed like divine intervention. However, he was of the idea that it was something else. It was like fate had forcefully severed the era of peace.

Even if a Galaxy Wormhole appeared due to the anomalies caused by the desolate air, why did it first connect to the Nine-Headed Hydra Galaxy of all galaxies?

It would immediately pave the way to the betrayal of the Six-Headed Hydra Upper Realm’s Hexadra Clan as the Nine-Headed Hydra Galaxy would gain a foothold in the Celestial Transcendent Galaxy.

If Realm Master Malzor Hexadra really did defect and hand over the Realm Core to them, then this realm would be lost.

Who could beat the Realm Master in their own realm?

It wasn’t possible unless he brought his main body, but if his main body came here, would he still need to be worried about the Divine Emperor of Death or the betrayal of an entire race?

All of this was very condescending to him.

He was already a terrifying figure, yet fate was still trying to toy with him and ruin all his efforts as though it had gone astray. He couldn’t help but feel offended.

At this moment, a soldier hurriedly ran to the platform where the Realm Master stood.

He hesitated when he saw the four black-robed figures, who were unknown to him, but the Realm Master still allowed him to speak.

"Reporting to the Realm Master, a new wormhole has opened to the south of the realm. I’m afraid that it’s also a Galaxy Wormhole!

Realm Master Malzor Hexadra was stunned.

"..." The Celestial Transcendent’s expression darkened.

"Lead me to the new wormhole."

One of the avatars took action.

The soldier looked hesitant, but Realm Master Malzor Hexadra hurriedly waved his hand.

"Go. Listen to this person even if you are told to die!"

"Yes!"

The soldier answered respectfully and left without hesitation.

The Celestial Transcendent soon arrived above a sea where vast storms, insane whirlpool and water sprouts that were like world-ending typhoons danced around the sea.

The sea was no longer a sea.

It had turned into a writhing catastrophe.

Waves rose like mountain ranges, not in rhythm but in violent collision. One surge would rise thousands of meters high only to be smashed apart by another that came from the opposite direction. The impact sent torrents of water blasting into the sky, forming curtains that never fell back down in a natural manner but were instead torn apart by spiraling winds.

Even an Exalt would find it difficult to keep floating amidst the tumultuous winds and could be torn apart.

But as the wormhole expanded, it was unstoppable, causing the oceans to move away and rampage elsewhere as though it were following an edict.

The Celestial Transcendent sneered.

He floated towards the newly formed Galaxy Wormhole. It was smaller than the first but far more unstable. Its edges flickered erratically, expanding and contracting as if struggling to maintain existence.

From within, shapes could already be seen curiously trying to emerge from the other side.

The Celestial Transcendent’s avatar stood above the raging sea.

The storms did not touch him, and water parted before reaching him. Lightning curved away like they were afraid of him.

The soldier who had led him here had long since retreated after being given permission, unable to endure even a fraction of this pressure.

The Celestial Transcendent raised his gaze and observed the wormhole. With each passing moment, it turned bigger and bigger.

"If this stabilizes, another front will open."

His voice was calm.

There was no hesitation in his eyes as he sat mid-air.

His body then began to glow faintly, his figure becoming less defined as strands of power peeled away from his body. They did not disperse but were instead drawn into a single point before him, compressing into a sphere that radiated an unsettling stillness.

When it disappeared, all that was left was a wormhole that abruptly went silent.