Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Xingyu stood atop the Beast Temple, his silver hair shimmering like flowing water in the moonlight. He gazed down at the millennia-old temple beneath his feet. The ancient stone pillars and mysterious totems glowed faintly in the moonlight, as if revealing a secret unknown to all.

Amber vertical pupils penetrated the barrier of matter and looked straight into the other side of time and space. These eyes seemed to be able to see through the Peach Blossom Star thousands of light years away and see the figure he cared about -

"Sissi..."

Xingyu murmured softly, and raised his hand the next second. In an instant, a wave of energy surged above the temple, and the air was filled with an ancient and mysterious power.

The priests throughout the Beast God Temple sensed the power almost simultaneously, dropping their tasks, sitting cross-legged, and chanting ancient incantations. Even the usually playful and shrewd priest Smodor's expression suddenly changed. Not daring to be negligent, he knelt respectfully, his hands clasped together.

Xingyu's figure flashed, and the next moment he stood in the center of the sacred pool. A ball of pure white light slowly rose from his palm, the embodiment of power, the physical manifestation of the essence of life. Under his control, the ball of light gradually expanded, weaving into a three-dimensional formation, with complex patterns interweaving and light and shadow flowing.

"Show."

A simple word, yet it pierced the barriers of time and space. A picture emerged from the center of the formation, shifting constantly before finally settling on a young boy with black hair and amber eyes.

Caesar.

Xingyu's brow furrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his indifferent expression. He quickly regained his composure, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the formation, trying to peer deeper. Just as he was about to touch it, the formation suddenly vibrated, sending a powerful backlash crashing down upon him.

"Cough! Cough!"

Blood spurted from Xingyu's mouth, landing on the formation and instantly evaporating. The light array collapsed, transforming into tiny specks of starlight that dissipated into the night sky. He knelt on one knee, his chest heaving violently. He looked up at the deep starry sky, a rare flash of shock in his eyes.

"What kind of power is this..."

His whisper trembled. As the High Priest of the Beast Temple, his divination was nearly omnipotent, yet today, some force had forcibly blocked it. He stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His figure appeared exceptionally cool in the moonlight, a faint divine aura flowing around him.

"An existence far beyond this world's level..."

Xingyu closed his eyes, the energy within him surging like a tide. This backlash not only damaged his body but also shook the core of his soul. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, glistening eerily in the moonlight. He wiped away the blood, the shock in his eyes gradually fading.

He had never encountered such strong resistance before. Even when facing Kyle, the strongest person in the universe, he had never felt this level of power.

He stood still for a moment, feeling the power flowing through his body. When he opened his eyes again, shock had been replaced by determination.

"Sissi, what on earth are you involved in..."

Taking a deep breath, Xingyu suddenly unfolded enormous white wings from behind. With a gentle flap, a holy aura emanated from them. His humanoid form quickly melted away, transforming into a gigantic white snake.

Its pristine white scales shimmered with a pearly sheen in the moonlight, its wings fully extended, blotting out the sun. A white Teng Snake howled heavenward, a soundless yet soul-stirring cry. A divine light flickered within its amber pupils as it circled above the tower, its divine radiance radiant enough to be unbearable to gaze upon.

The pressure of the superior race was completely released, and the air was filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if it came from the birth of the universe.

Inside the Beast God Temple, all the priests knelt on the ground at the same time, their foreheads pressed against the cold stone surface.

No one dared to look up and directly at the white shadow...

……

Tim stood on the observation deck of Atlantis's northern tower, his golden fishtail swaying gently in the water. His icy blue eyes fixed on the energy shockwave erupting in the distance. The light of the explosion penetrated the deep sea and reflected on his chiseled face.

"Report to the leader, the eastern defense line has been breached, and the Royal Third Fleet is advancing towards the core area."

Tim didn't turn around, but raised his eyebrows coldly. "How much is the loss?"

"Three main battleships, seven squadrons."

"Acceptable." Tim tapped the scepter at his waist with his fingertips, and the ocean current formed a subtle vortex around him. "Activate the Abyss Project."

The Kun clan general behind him changed his expression, "Chief, the Abyss Project has not been fully tested. Activating it rashly may—"

“I said, start.”

Those three brief words instantly lowered the temperature in the command room. The general lowered his head and quickly withdrew.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Tim's eyes. This civil war had been raging for three months, initially a small-scale border skirmish, now escalating into a full-scale war sweeping across the entire sea. The Kun Clan, relying on their numerical superiority and preemptive strategies, had briefly gained the upper hand, but the Royal Clan, under the command of Sea King Orlando, gradually gained a foothold.

That old fox, Poseidon, Tim sneered in his heart. He thought he could defeat him with tactics passed down for thousands of years?

In the distance, a chain of submarine volcanoes, activated by a special energy source, erupted into a crimson column of magma. This was the Kun Clan's secret weapon—the Abyssal Lava Cannon. Twenty-three submarine volcanoes had been transformed into massive energy cannons. Once fully activated, they could destroy a third of the royal clan's territory.

The communicator suddenly lit up, and the nervous voice of the frontline commander came: "Chief, a large amount of space fluctuations have been detected! The main fleet of the royal family has appeared from the flank. This is not what we expected!"

Tim's pupils shrank. Teleportation? That would require the combined efforts of a seventh-order spatial ability expert or higher. When did the royal family possess such power?

He made a quick decision: "Concentrate firepower to stop the main fleet and accelerate the progress of the Abyss Project."

Tim personally commanded the core fleet to engage the main force of the royal clan. The battle was stalemate, with interstellar-level weapons exploding on the seabed. A Kun clan flagship was struck in its core engine, and the shockwave from the explosion sent a tsunami through the sky.

Just then, Tim's communicator flashed again.

"Chief, urgent information."

Tim frowned and answered, "Say."

"Our spies intercepted a communication between high-ranking members of the royal family. They were discussing a place—an alien region. It seems there is some key power there."

Tim was instantly alert. Alien territory? That legendary forbidden land? Rumor has it that even Saint-level warriors struggle to escape from this terrifying space.

"continue."

"According to intelligence, the royal family seems to have mastered a method of entering the alien region, and they believe that there is a force there that can turn the tide of the war in one fell swoop."

A trace of greed flashed in Tim's eyes. If he could obtain that kind of power, he would not only win this civil war, but even rule the entire interstellar alliance.

“Who’s going?”

"The intelligence mentioned a name - Rosie."

Rosie? The interstellar saint? A flicker of enthusiasm flashed in Tim's eyes. Legend has it that she possessed the Heart of Poseidon. If she entered the alien realm, it was likely in search of greater power.

"Immediately assemble an elite team to track the whereabouts of the Holy Female. I need to know when she entered the alien territory and from where."

“Yes, Chief.”

Tim turned, his golden fishtail drawing an elegant arc. He suddenly smiled, a smile full of ambition and calculation.

"Notify the Abyss Research Institute to temporarily suspend the original plan and instead research the possibility of an entrance to the alien region. This is the highest priority."

He walked over to the holographic star map and lightly touched the mark of the alien star region with his fingertips. There was a distorted space there, marked as a restricted area.

"Legend has it that there is a power beyond the Saint level...if it's true..."

A dangerous glint flashed in Tim's eyes. "Whoever can control that power can control the fate of the entire galaxy."

The war was still going on, but Tim's eyes were already looking further afield. The sounds of explosions on the seabed and the roar of warships gradually became blurred in his ears.

He gripped the scepter tightly, and the sea water formed a perfect barrier around him, isolating him from the noise of the outside world.

"The Holy Female... Alien Star Territory... Heart of the Sea God..."

Tim murmured, as if savoring the power of the words.

"You think this is just a civil war? No... This is just the beginning. The real war has just begun."

He issued a new order: "Gather all intelligence personnel. I want to know everything about the alien region. At the same time, send out the most elite team to keep an eye on the Saint Female's every move."