After sending most of the cosmic elites to their designated zones, Zeke and the others took the rest to a special venue, the Ashura Path Convention.
Needing to go deeper into the uncharted zone, they would be the last batch to be sent to the Dark Plane.
Along the way, Zeke discussed various precautions and the processes they needed to follow.
Soon, while instructing them on the important matters, they arrived at the place.
"This is it…" Zeke muttered nervously.
If sending the earlier cosmic elites had been nothing more than a formality they'd long grown used to, sending Nash and the others to the Ashura Path Convention felt like gambling their entire future.
Whether it was the talents themselves or the wealth they had invested, losing them in the Dark Plane would be a massive setback, one that could push the Nova Sector back hundreds of thousands, or even a million years.
"Why are you more nervous than us, Instructor Zeke?" Nash teased.
"You brat!"
