Wei Chen sighed. He had nothing to do, so he simply sat down opposite Fang Zong, picked up a large shrimp to examine it, and then, out of boredom, put the shrimp in his mouth. His eyes lit up.

Like the eyes of an insect, those hard-shelled ones, crackling and popping, then suddenly shining brightly...

"This stuff is like poison to us Amis aliens, but it's really delicious!"

Wei Chen ate and drank heartily, ignoring the harm that different races' food would cause to his body, even with his strength. As he ate, he said, "Our planet Amis has eight million inhabitants. Over time, we have all become beings who have reached the fifth stage of the Divine Power Transformation. But as our strength increased, we discovered that as a small world, our planet simply could not withstand our power. Amis is constantly shrinking, changing into a white dwarf. Perhaps in the distant future, it will be attracted by our power and become a point, a black hole. But we will not be able to see it. We cannot tolerate such a thing happening. Today, only I am left here, like a speck of dust in the universe."

"Why not ascend to heaven?"

"I can't ascend. I've already said it. We used a secret technique to sever our connection with the Great World. Even your sword can't take me into the Great World."

Wei Chen glanced at the Earth in the vast distance and said with a wry smile, "You also used a similar method, but it was much more sophisticated than ours. It was regional, rather than cutting off your own path to ascension. However, if you continue to develop like this, before you even find another planet suitable for survival, your planet will also become a white dwarf. Those who are not strong enough will continue to die under the oppression of the white dwarf."

"No!" Fang Zong narrowed his eyes, his voice resolute.

"Won't?"

Wei Chen smiled politely and retorted, "I know what you're relying on—this sword, isn't it? The Heavenly Blade does have the ability to break through the entrance to the Great World, but are you content to be just a transporter? I've said before, I've seen similar swords. That person had the same idea as you: when a planet can't withstand the pressure, they migrate their powerful kin to the Great World. It's a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

“Your beings at the peak of transformation only number less than a hundred right now. You can easily bring them all into the Great World, but after the planet has undergone hundreds of revolutions, new beings at the peak of transformation will be created every moment. Your speed cannot keep up with the speed at which the planet is destroyed.”

Microdust made a definitive conclusion: "Therefore, the present of Amis is your future!"

After the meal, Micro Dust left with Amis Star.

He came here seemingly just to talk to someone, but he didn't intend to actually get close, which led to Amis destroying other planets.

Of course, it's also possible that Fang Zong's strength is too great...

Fang Zong stared into the distance until he could no longer see the dust and Amis, then returned to Earth.

"Ah Zong, what did that person say?"

Sofia leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

She is the goddess of the moon; she can see everything the moon can see, so on the entire earth, only she can clearly see even the smallest speck of dust.

As soon as Fang Zong explained the situation, Sophia's expression changed.

The Great World, the Small World, and Ascension... The path of cultivation involves contending with Heaven and fighting against Earth; one can only rely on oneself.

This is a law, an ancient rule. Only then did she realize that what Fang Zong had been doing all along, wanting all his compatriots in the Eastern Kingdom to achieve perfect ascension, was actually going against that terrifying ancient law between the worlds of the large and small!

"If we move everyone into the Great World now, those who are not strong enough will die in the passage. Even if they get in, they won't be able to withstand the gravity of the Great World."

"But once our compatriots are strong enough and their numbers exceed the speed of the transport channel, Earth will become a white dwarf before they all enter the Great World, and the rest of us will die."

"It really is an unsolvable problem..."

Fang Zong laughed heartily, then suddenly swung his sword, pointing it straight at the sky.