1930 Summoning from the Starry Sky
The high priest of Holy Light could only report the current state of a battle, the Holy Light faction’s predicament, as well as his personal evolution of the situation, to the will of light in detail. He would pray for the will of light to provide the most appropriate judgment.

This judgment could grant the Holy Knights a few more powerful combat skills or launch a space-based orbital strike to destroy one of the Chaos faction’s armies or cities. Either way, it was not something that the high priest of Holy Light could control.

Meng Chao had tried to find the pattern many times and figure out what was the prerequisite for triggering a space-based orbital strike.

However, he found nothing.

Every space-based orbital strike would arrive at a different time and place.

There were several times when the Chaos faction was clearly on the verge of finishing their attack, and even the Holy Light Temple’s highest altar was on the verge of collapsing under the rumbling of cannon fire. However, the will of light refused to launch the final judgment, and instead, resolved the crisis in other ways.

However, there were two times when even Meng Chao did not know how the Chaos faction had the absolute advantage. It did not matter as flames that could destroy everything suddenly descended.

It was as if the so-called “glorious will” was just a drunkard who decided when to carry out its final judgment by rolling a die.

After reincarnating dozens of times, Meng Chao finally could not hold back any longer. He mustered up his courage and took the initiative to reveal his identity to the glorious will while he meditated. He asked it what it really looked like, and what kind of attitude it held toward the intelligent races that had transmigrated to the planet before him. If it really wanted to destroy the Dragon City civilization and the other “intruders,” why did it not do so when Dragon City had just transmigrated? It could have attacked when they were at their weakest.

When faced with Meng Chao’s questions, the glorious will did not respond directly.
However, during the deepest level of his meditation, Meng Chao kept seeing the same scenes many times.

It was the vast and boundless ocean of stars, the deep universe.

The glittering and translucent beings that resembled streams and rings of stars were crisscrossing and flowing slowly. They enveloped the planet known as the Other World in their web.

There was a crystal bud that was shining with infinite brilliance above the crystal streams. It floated quietly in the endless space and time as it waited for the arrival of believers, followers, and successors.

Meng Chao had a vague realization.

This was a summoning, a call from the ancient era.

Meng Chao, who had restarted another cycle of samsara, changed his strategy again.

His understanding of the Holy Light faction was sufficient.

However, the Holy Light Temple was merely an observer and executor. Its members were puppets whose every move was precisely controlled by the will of light.

There was no point in continuing his entanglement with the Holy Light Temple.

If he wanted to survive, or rather, if he wanted to prove that his civilization had the right to survive, he had to get rid of the puppets. Then he needed to jump off the metaphorical chessboard and come into direct contact with the player, the glorious will.

That’s right, the earth had merely been a never-ending killing ground. The starry sky was his answer.

Meng Chao tried flying out of the atmosphere to search for the orbital space station that the ancient civilization left behind.

With his Deity Realm cultivation base, he could instantly fly at the speed of sound and pierce straight into the sky when he had sufficient spirit energy.

In fact, decades ago, the first Earthlings—Battle God Lei Zongchao included—to awaken the Deity Realm power had thought of breaking through the atmosphere. They wanted to clearly see what kind of magical world they had traveled to from a higher dimension.

Unfortunately, the Other World’s structure and atmospheric composition were different from those on Earth.

To be more precise, the Other World’s magnetic field was ten times or even a hundred times stronger than Earth’s.

At a low altitude of hundreds to thousands of meters above the ground, the interference of the planet’s magnetic field was not too strong. Superhumans above the Heaven Realm could barely float and soar with their mortal bodies.

However, once the height exceeded ten thousand meters, the entire sky would appear to be covered by an impenetrable net. The ripples raised by the planet’s magnetic field would seem like burning hurricanes with ear-piercing howls.

Whether it was the steel bodies of supernatural beings or the most advanced armored airships, once they were affected by the planet’s magnetic field, their spirit meridians would be blocked, their engines would be overloaded, and they would lose power before falling from thousands of meters in the sky.

In the worst case, the airship’s fuel cabins would explode into clusters of death.

Since countless experts had given up their lives to verify the dangers in space, it had been a long time since Earthlings had cast their curious gazes beyond the sky.

As the strongest person in Dragon City and someone who had surpassed the Deity Realm, Meng Chao could fly to a slightly higher altitude of one thousand meters. Even so, he barely reached the edge of the outer atmosphere.

At such a height, the seemingly empty space was filled with cosmic dust driven by spirit and magnetic fields.

Like bullets with electric arcs, they bombarded anyone who dared to trespass into their area.

Even though Meng Chao summoned his totem armor, the liquid-metal substance formed by the nanomachines was still riddled with holes thanks to the cosmic dust. It was like a storm causing ripples in a pond.

Meng Chao stood at this height for half an hour before he helplessly retreated to the ground.

However, this half an hour had not been meaningless.

Under the lightning and thunder of the planet’s magnetic field and the bombardment of cosmic dust, he seemed to see a sea of life. It was almost transparent, but it shone with infinite brilliance above his head.

Deep in the ocean of light, something seemed to be staring at him with a curious and encouraging gaze.

Meng Chao was once again convinced that the glorious will, or rather, the orbital space station did not have any ill intentions toward him.

At the very least, it did not have an entirely malicious intent.

Otherwise, it could have used more intense means to perfectly obliterate him at any time. He was almost defenseless after all.

Yet, the glorious will did not reject his arrival.

However, he had to do things in a smarter and more “civilized” manner.

“It’s impossible to break through the planet’s atmosphere and enter the orbital space station by relying on individual strength.

“I’m afraid that after billions of years, the ancient civilization doesn’t wish for its successors to be a bunch of brawny, simple-minded people who want to travel the universe with brute force.

“I must gather the power of the entire civilization.

“We must let the glorious will know that we are not its enemies, but inheritors who also have the blood of the Ancients flowing in our veins.

“Honestly, compared to the Holy Light race, we are more qualified to inherit the ancient era’s legacy!”