Stronger from Earth

Ancient Star, a dim planet with patches of green, currently home to eight hundred million intelligent beings, with hundreds at the Celestial Tier, five at the Grotto Void, and one Star Lord.

In the cold and desolate starry sky, the Ancient Star Lord sat high on his throne, eyes closed, sensing the Milky Way, inhaling and exhaling the Source Power of distant dimensions.

Beside him, there were half of the planet’s strongest individuals, focusing on their cultivation and insights.

Ancient opened his eyes, gazing at the struggling ancient planet, a deep sadness in his heart.

’Ancient Star, millions of years ago, transformed from a planet to a Life Planet, and after the departure of the Canglan True God, it lacked subsequent maintenance and suffered the impact of wars; it won’t last another hundred thousand years.’

’It is my planet, and although I am doing my utmost to maintain its stability, the dimming of the Rule Power, the loss of Source Power, and the imbalance of internal cycles, are all leading it towards destruction.’

’The end of Ancient Star is near. My home that carries the tracks of my life, and houses hundreds of millions of my people, will ultimately be destroyed.’

True-tier beings, in the Xingyu, were as rare as phoenix feathers, with long life spans and immense power.

Some would stay in their homeland, protecting their home and clan. Some would travel afar, exploring All Heavens and Myriad Worlds. Some were wicked to the extreme, reducing their birthplace to ashes.

But he, Ancient, had the greatest aspiration of protecting his clan and climbing to greater heights in cultivation.

However, after striving for millions of years, now both ideals seemed distant and unachievable.

As the Star Lord worried, a general flew over from the starry sky, hurriedly kneeling on one knee before the Ancient Star Lord.

"Star Lord, recently the Barbarian King Star and Nine Abyss Star have sent strong individuals to scout near Canglan Star!"

Upon hearing this, Ancient’s eyes flickered with sparkles: "There must be a change in the Canglan Realm, giving them an opportunity!"

To them, it was a huge opportunity to find the next survival place for their clan.

Of course, it might also be a huge crisis; if something unexpected happened, they would not be able to protect themselves or defend this planet, then the day of the clan’s destruction would be imminent.

However, they had no choice.

Now, by striving for it, they still had a slight chance. Without striving, they could only wait for death.

The Ancient Star Lord said: "Among the three planets, we are the weakest, but we must seize every opportunity."

Hundreds of strong individuals stood behind him, with determined and brave expressions.

Most of them were born on this planet; their belonging clan also thrived on this planet. For the sake of their race, they would do whatever it takes to fight!

During the discussion, the Ancient Star Lord suddenly frowned, turning his head to look towards the cold and dark starry sky.

"Star Lord, is something happening?" the first battle general asked, and the other four generals also looked into the distance.

They saw a bright light appear in the cold and dark starry sky, followed by space tearing apart, as a wormhole connecting to this place from the distant cosmos emerged.

The cultivators of the Ancient Star Domain all widened their eyes in shock.

They were puzzled if this was a natural wormhole or one created by a being.

If it were a natural wormhole, then they could use it to travel to distant star domains and obtain resources from the deep space beyond. If it was created by a being, it would be troublesome.

Because only Void creatures could create stable wormholes.

Grotto Void space jumping, Star Lords tearing space, Voids creating wormholes. The levels of using these three spatial powers were very clear in their minds.

As they were curious and puzzled, a large palanquin emerged from the wormhole.

The enormous palanquin was crafted from meteoric iron, shimmering with a heavy, ancient glow, carried by eight True-tier beings of different forms.

They had dealt with these True-tier beings before, some were from the other two planets, and others were notorious interstellar pirates.

These beings belonged to different factions, but without exception, all possessed powerful strength, the weakest being in the late Grotto Void, and the strongest being the early Star Lord, Silver Armor.

Witnessing this scene, all creatures on Ancient Star were speechless, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Eight True-tiers carrying a palanquin; even the Saint Master of the Canglan Divine Sect doesn’t have this grandeur, right?"

"Which True-tier being, not a powerful entity after millions of years of cultivation, could be called a lord ruling a region, yet they all became palanquin bearers?!"

"Who on earth is this person, and what is their purpose for coming here?"

In horror, the gigantic palanquin, with a terrifying momentum, appeared before the group led by the Ancient Star Lord.

The Silver Armor Golden Horn True-tiers, carrying the palanquin made of meteoric iron, merely took a casual glance at the Ancient Star Lord, then stood quietly in place.

The Ancient Star Lord focused on the palanquin, sensing the life aura of its owner cautiously.

"How is this possible?!" Ancient Star Lord’s eyes widened.

In his perception, the palanquin was empty, as if there was nothing there.

However, he vaguely spotted a figure seated behind the palanquin curtain.

Clearly before his eyes, yet he failed to see the mountain. Exactly what cultivation level was the opponent’s strength?

At this moment, Ancient’s once steady spirit also became restless.

The uneasy emotion quickly spread among the crowd.

The eight True-tier bearers, without even acting, were probably enough to sweep across the planet before them.

"Are you the Ancient?" a calm voice came from within the palanquin, alarming the Ancient Star Lord to the point of blood surging.

Ancient bowed and said: "Senior gracing Ancient Star, this junior failed to welcome you. What brings you here, senior?"

Wang Xuan lifted the palanquin curtain, stepped out, and when his heroic and mighty figure appeared in the starry sky, the dim Xingyu lit up.

Glancing at the Ancient Star, whose days were numbered, Wang Xuan stood with hands behind his back, looking down at the gathered beings: "You are too weak."

Seemingly simple words fell upon the ears of the Ancient Star Lord and others, yet they were thunderous, leaving them momentarily speechless.

They were too weak.

In this powerful figure’s eyes, they were so weak they weren’t worth lifting a hand to suppress, too weak for their will to matter; they had no negotiating rights.

Whatever Wang Xuan intended to do, they were not qualified to hear, and whatever they desired, Wang Xuan had no obligation to listen.

With just such plain words, it was as if they were stomped into the mud.

Ancient Star Lord fixedly stared at that figure and said: "Ancient Star is our home, and we are also brave and free beings. If senior cares nothing of us, then act."

In this strong figure’s eyes, even as weak existences, they had their own will and pursuits, ready to resist unreservedly, until death.

Wang Xuan, upon hearing this, suddenly smiled, beginning to appreciate the Ancient Star Lord and his company.

People with something to hold on to, something to pursue, principles in action.

Such people were much more interesting than Silver Armor and Golden Horn.

"I appreciate you," Wang Xuan said in just a sentence, making Silver Armor and others frustrated, while leaving the Ancient Star Lord and others puzzled.

Wang Xuan continued: "A trade. When Ancient Star’s days are ending, you will serve me for a million years, and I will extend Ancient Star’s life, how about that?"

With this, the breaths of the Ancient Star Lord and his people quickened.

Was it to refuse and have all perish alongside Ancient Star, or to submit, gaining a promising future and a future for Ancient Star?

In the face of absolute strength, the Ancient Star Lord and others didn’t need to consider.

They immediately knelt on one knee, shouting loudly: "We are willing to serve the king!"