While the Demon Lords were trapped in a labyrinth of their own paranoid theories, convinced that Sunny was using the Pearl of Calamity as a celestial moving van, the Sovereign himself was far beyond their reach.
In the lightless currents of the deep void, Sunny was a blur of violet-gold intent. Every Void Step he took didn't just cross space; it folded the very fabric of the bubble, bridging gaps between multiverses that would take a God years to navigate.
Efficiency was no longer a goal for Sunny; it was a fundamental law of his existence. He had already dispatched ten specialized teams into the dark, but that was merely the tip of the iceberg. Spread across the cosmic horizon were fifteen of his clones, each spearheading identical operations. In total, nearly 160 multiverses were currently in various stages of being conquered.
If Sunny had attempted to capture these realms one by one, he would still be tending to a single tree while the rest of the forest withered.
