"This is a trap!"
"Fall back! We have to jump out of this wretched space zone and the radiation range of the star!"
"Help! Help!"
"No. 4 base, do you copy? Please navigate us to a suitable jump point immediately. We—"
From the main warships of the ace fleets of the four families that were as magnificent as mountains, panicked orders and even cries for help were echoing.
But their responses came too late.
Long before they realized that they were caught in the dark abyss, the solar storm had swept across all the reinforcing fleets, space fortresses, and planetary bases they had at the edge of the Empyreal Terminus Sector indiscriminately, creating "mental plagues" in those places as well and transforming the Immortal Cultivators who were previously loyal to the four families into some sort of zombies, except that these zombies did not feed on other people's brains; instead, they merely changed, assimilated, and corrupted them.
