In the vast expanse of the God Realm, if one were to take a census of all the star realms across the four Divine Regions five years ago, the count would have exceeded forty thousand, with an unaccountable number of life planets. Yet, today, less than half of that original number remained.
Although it was true that the Devil Gods were constrained, forbidden to unleash their full, primordial strength and limited to what the current, weakened Heavenly Laws could handle, this restraint was ultimately a perverse form of torment. When multiples of them gathered in a single star realm or upon a single planet, the weakened Heavenly Laws could offer no protection, and only utter destruction was the final outcome.
This ruthless annihilation continued ceaselessly, with more and more star realms being brutally expunged from existence. The being that had imposed the restraint cared nothing for life, and thus, even before today's fatal high noon, an uncountable number of souls had already perished. Those few who possessed sufficient profound strength, those with ways to escape their crumbling worlds, had mostly converged upon the Northern Divine Region—the one place the Devil Gods had seemed to avoid, perhaps as a twisted acknowledgment of its historical role.
But that fragile sanctuary was about to be violated. The high noon would soon reach. The command that "she" had once given would be irrevocably lifted. The terrifying shackles that had bound the Devil Gods would be forever shattered, allowing them to finally release their primordial, world-ending hate.
RUMBLEEEE!!!!!!!!
The vast, encompassing Heavenly Laws across the entire Primordial Chaos were violently trembling, not merely wailing, but dissolving in palpable terror.
The rumbling was the sound of the ultimate Profound Laws themselves dissolving, for soon, they too, like the cultivators they had governed since the dawn of time, would perish utterly.
Over the course of many millions of years, the Heavenly Laws had declined so catastrophically that they could no longer even support the birth of a Divine Extinction Realm practitioner. Yet, now, a terrifying wave of beings whose true power transcended all of it current boundaries was poised to be unleashed. The destruction would not stop at the cultivators.
In the Soul Stealing Realm, within the main palace, the air of desolation was absolute.
"Daddy... it seems... it will be us who break the promise this time," Yun Wuxin whispered, her voice a fragile sound that belied the strength of her will. The agony of the irony was unbearable.
For years, she had defended her father's failures, clinging to the faith that his promise—five years, no more—was unbreakable. Beside her, her mother, Chu Yuechan, held her tightly, the elegant sadness in her eyes reflecting the crushing maternal grief. Chu Yuechan could not weep, but her heart was a boundless sea of tears. Her pain was not for her own impending doom, but for the devastating blow that would shatter his soul when he eventually returned to an empty world... if he returned.
"I... truly wish... I could see him just one more time. To touch his face," a voice, soft and deeply tender, finally surrendered to the grief. "To tell him how much I love him before this claims me."
"Perhaps... it is better this way," another voice, gentler still, offered. "Maybe one day, in the afterlife, we will meet him, if his life has yet to end. But if he has already gone before us... then perhaps we shall see him very soon," Su Ling'er murmured, her kind eyes fixed on a distant, impossible horizon, the gentle thought being a final, desperate attempt to weave a fragile thread of hope into the fabric of their doom.
Laments, one after another, rose in a chorus of ultimate, agonizing farewell. The regrets were not for their lost power or ambition, but for the stolen moments of life and love. These voices, laden with longing and sorrow, spoke the final, intimate words of goodbye to the man who had been called away by destiny. They shared a single, unifying certainty: this elaborate meal was their last communion.
They possessed the will to fight, but they did not possess the delusion. They knew the bitter truth: even if they transcended the limits of their Divine Master cultivation, even if they formed a perfect battle array, nothing could resist the absolute might of a single Ancient True Devil God, much less close to hundred of such beings!
"Maybe, right now," a voice of cold, sardonic amusement cut through the sorrow, shattering the fragile moment. "Husband is still having a marvelous adventure across the land of the Abyss, and perhaps he has already scored the 'Abyss's Goddess' and is blissfully living there, hahaha." Chi Wuyao's voice rang out, her laugh sharp and brittle.
The Devil Empress forced her face into a semblance of cynical mockery, deliberately twisting the dagger in her own heart to cauterize the collective wound. He must live. His return is forbidden. Her feigned levity was a final, desperate act of emotional shield for them all.
"If he did make it to the Abyss," she continued, her eyes dangerously bright. "Since this much time has passed... he must be doing well. Even if he failed to keep his promise and stop the invasion... As long as he's doing well... everything is fine."
"Yes... as long as he is utterly well and safe... everything else is fine," the voices around the table murmured in solemn, heartbreaking agreement, making the lie their final truth. Yet, as the word "Goddess" lingered in the air, the collective thought instantly pivoted back to the one who had truly sought the Abyss after Yun Che.
The collective gaze of their minds settled heavily on the formidable figure of Qianye Ying'er. She, who had followed Chi Wuyao's crucial suggestion, had plunge into the Abyss, risking absolute oblivion simply to warn Yun Che of the approaching danger.
Had she succeeded? Had the ruthless, beautiful Brahma Goddess actually met the Emperor in that dark, faraway realm?
"Do you truly think Ying'er has already met him?" Mu Xuanyin's voice, though cold as glacial ice, betrayed a quiet, devastating pain that spoke of a final love. The crowd pondered the quiet question.
"If she already did... then... ugh... how unimaginably lucky of her! To be by his side in that foreign land!" a voice choked out.
"I hope Yun Che bullies her... every single day! May her life be utterly miserable with his constant demands!"
"Hahahaha....sob.... Hahaha....sob...." The laughter turned hysterical, tears finally bursting forth in a chaotic, sorrowful deluge. The facade was gone. Regardless of their bond, regardless of their position—parents, kin, mighty subordinates—all shared one final, agonizing prayer in this ultimate moment: May both Qianye Ying'er and Yun Che, if they truly made it to the Abyss, live on, safely and happily, in a world that is not this one.
For the sun, utterly indifferent to their despair, was inexorably reaching its final, fatal high noon.
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Southern Divine Region.
The once-magnificent Southern Divine Region was a sea of desolation; its numerous star realms and planets were either utterly annihilated or left catastrophically vacant.
Those few who survived the Devil's initial Hatred had long since fled, while others hid themselves away in the deepest recesses of the cosmos.
Yet, amidst the countless ruined star realms, one single, humble planet remained ominously untouched—a place once fiercely protected by the supreme rulers of the God Realm. The Blue Pole Star—the sacred planet of Yun Che's birth, the home of his parents, and the origin of the vast majority of his loved ones.
Yet, although the planet remains, the planet was unnaturally still. There was no sound, no moving cloud, no singing of the wind... nothing of life remained. The reason for this terrifying, absolute silence was singular and simple: for "she" is here.
Sitting upon the cold, desolate ground of this once-vibrant land, "she" slowly opened her eyes. For her, the limited, calculated torment she had inflicted was enough to satiate her profound anger and hatred.
Now, it was time to unleash the Devil Gods, allowing them to finally vent the millions of years of hatred that had festered in the void. Once everything is utterly destroyed... the final balance will return once more, a chilling thought echoed through her mind.
Dressed in a broken, symbolic red dress—a color her "master" once cherished—"she" slowly rose. All the settled dust and dirt vanished from her form as her blackened eyes, now filled with a terrifying, pulsing darkness blacken light, violently came to life.
"For life to truly thrive... absolute balance must first exist", she murmured, the terrifying finality of her resolve settled.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Across the entire, vast God Realm, a single, deafening, devastating roar erupted in unison. It was a sound so absolute, so heavy with primordial malice, that no matter where one was hidden in the Four Divine Regions, the sound alone was enough to send a final, absolute chill of death into the very core of their soul!
"UGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
PUKEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Across the entire God Realm, a simultaneous wave of death and collapse seized the weaker cultivators. Those utterly unable to withstand the primordial force either died outright or felt their bodies, souls, and minds violently seize and shatter, suffering agonizing, irreversible injuries.
Yet, no one—not a single survivor—bothered to tend to their sudden, agonizing injuries. They all knew the ultimate truth: the time for petty healing was over. The Ancient True Devil Gods were moments away from unleashing their absolute, full, world-ending strength.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEE.....
In the high heavens across all Four Divine Regions, the already weakened Heavenly Laws wailed in a final, deafening expression of fear and horror, for they could feel their own absolute, utter ending drawing nearby.
Yet, as every survivor clasped hands and resigned themselves to their annihilation, the time that should have been a final, terrifying flash stretched out into an eternity. Still, nothing happens.
The expected, deafening sound of destruction did not follow. The expected outcome did not materialize. All those who had made peace with death looked up in profound, utterly confused silence.
????????
In the abyss of the Northern Divine Region, the stunned Chi Wuyao abruptly halted her breathing, her mind racing to process the anomaly. The silence was not fear; it was a cosmic pause.
On the Blue Pole Star, even "she," the being who commanded and controlled all the Devil Gods, tilted her head in confusion. Her deadly gaze bored through the cosmos, fixed upon the absolute center of the God Realm—the location of the Primordial God Realm of Absolute Beginning.
It was there that the very essence of the Heavenly Laws, which had just been weeping tears of primordial fear, suddenly inverted, exploding outward with a tide of pure, unadulterated, triumphant joy! This was not a mere reprieve; this was an absolute, cosmic welcome.
The colossal sound that followed was the sound of destiny being violently corrected.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Across the entire, massive vault of the God Realm sky, the heaven did not shake from terror, but from a terrifying, euphoric relief! The world shook not from destruction, but from a universal, welcoming roar!
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"What... what ... happening...?" Trillions of bewildered, terrified beings across every corner of the vast realm muttered the same question, their gazes glued to the ceaselessly trembling heavens.
These were the survivors who had stared death in the face and won a temporary reprieve. Those few remaining with higher profound power—the true masters at the absolute peak of the world—focused all of their agonizing, singular attention toward the epicenter of the phenomenon: the God Realm of Absolute Beginning!
The air had turned thick, not just with the impending darkness, but with an overwhelming, palpable force that made their very blood feel heavy. Though their physical eyes could not pierce the cosmic distance, their spiritual senses screamed the same undeniable truth: something of an unimaginable, world-altering magnitude was rapidly emerging from that primordial center!
Their Profound Veins throbbed, not in fear, but in profound confusion, unable to categorize the titanic energy surge.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
The sound was not a local disturbance; it was the structural pillars of the cosmos shifting.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
"Hufff.... Hufff...."
The deafening cosmic rumbling continued, serving as the terrifying backdrop to a single, desperate, intimate struggle. In the heart of the ruined landscape of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning, the young woman, barely surviving the soul-shattering roar of the Devil God, caught her breath with ragged, desperate gasps.
This young woman was precisely Jun Xilei!
She possessed an absolutely peerless, divine beauty, yet her expression was one of absolute, terrifying indifference, like a clear, deep pool frozen by cosmic cold. She was clad in garments of profound white, a silk purer than cold snow.
Yet right now her pure attire was tragically marred, now soaked and stained crimson with her own blood. Her profound soul visibly trembled with continuous, agonizing pain. A large, divine sword was stabbed deep into the ravaged ground, serving as the final, agonizing support for her collapsing figure, preventing her from falling completely into the desolate rubble.
Just a few short miles distant, the perpetrator of her devastating injuries—a horrific Devil God—stood motionless. The creature's presence was a profound scar on the landscape, but right now, the said Devil God was utterly still, its terrifying power contained, as if it, too, were seized by the same incomprehensible shock as its victim. Its ominous gaze, filled with ancient darkness, was fixed on the exact same point as Jun Xilei's: the center of the God Realm.
Earlier, with the horrifying proximity to the Devil God, when the creature had let out its world-destroying roar, Jun Xilei, despite her formidable Late-Stage Divine Master cultivation, had felt her entire world violently spin, her profound soul cracking at the edges from the sheer, sonic malice.
Yet, just as her mind commanded her body to accept its inevitable demise, just like the rest of the God Realm, the Devil God suddenly became utterly still, its dark gaze fixed upon the source of the cosmic rumble.
And right now... the very ground beneath her bloodied feet, the entire expanse of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning... no... the entirety of the vast, four-regioned God Realm itself was violently trembling! And the source of this seismic, cosmic event, this terrifying yet utterly euphoric tremor, was precisely the singular, sacred point where her own cold, focused gaze now rested!
When Chi Wuyao had gathered everyone she could protect and orchestrated the frantic flight to the Northern Divine Region where the Devil Gods have yet to attacks, she had specifically begged Jun Xilei to join the exodus.
Unfortunately, Jun Xilei had coldly refused. She had chosen to remain rooted here, fulfilling the sacred vows that were carved deep into her soul.
The first vow was to stand as the final sentinel: to fiercely protect the sacred ground behind her—the desolate, humble grave of her deceased master, the great Sword Sovereign.
And the second vow, the quieter, more agonizing one, was simply to wait for him; to wait for Yun Che to return from the Abyss, even if she have to wait for an eternity... she.. would remain here, waiting for him.
"Hufff.... Hufff...."
Despite the desperate need to conserve her strength, Jun Xilei did not spare a single glance for her terrifying attacker; her entire being was focused on the cosmic epicenter. She stared relentlessly at the core of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning—precisely where the terrifying Abyss of Nothingness was located.
"What..." she murmured, the word barely a whisper of shock. As the figure closest to the source of the universal trembling, she could feel a singular, terrifyingly immense, and utterly unprecedented power rushing upward from the very bottom of the Abyss of Nothingness.
Her memory flashed back to the last time this realm shook: it was the arrival of the terrifying Abyssal Knight and his squires, the very ones who had effortlessly killed her revered master. Yet, the current rumbling was infinitely more terrifying!
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
BOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
The very fabric of space began to shred and tear at the core of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning.
!!!!!!!!!!
BOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
Then, as the terrifying, sustained explosion erupted from the Abyss of Nothingness, a flood of brilliant lights—millions, billions, no, trillions, an utterly unaccountable number of incandescent specks—surged from the gray mist at the bottom of the Abyss!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!
The brilliant lights exploded outward, instantly covering the entire ruined expanse of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning before, in just a few short breaths of time, the radiant deluge had spread across all Four Divine Regions and the entirety of the Primordial Chaos itself!
"WHATTTTTTTTTT!!!!!"
"WHAT IS GOING ON!!!!!"
"WHAT ARE THESE LIGHTS!!!!!"
Across the vast God Realm, every terrified, surviving soul stared up at the blinding spectacle, their minds utterly unable to comprehend the scale of the event. Then, as confusion reigned, the very sky above—the sky that covered all the voids, lands, planets, and star realms of the Primordial Chaos—let out a world-shattering, triumphant rumbling of extreme happiness and excitement!
RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
From all corners of the Primordial Chaos—whether it was the epicenter of the God Realm of Absolute Beginning or the most distant star realm of the Four Divine Regions—every single living being, from the mortal with no cultivation to the low-level profound practitioner and the masters at the peak of the world, felt a sudden, profound weight descend upon their bodies.
This weight was not oppressive; it was dense—dense with terrifyingly pure Primordial Profound Energy!
"These are...?"
"This... THIS IS ITTTTTT...!!!!"
"Primordial Profound Energy!!!!"
Shocks and roars of disbelief instantly rang out across the Primordial Chaos as the people realized the absolute miracle unfolding. The entire world was being violently flushed with an ocean of pure, boundless energy!
"I... I'm about to... break through?"
On countless planets and within thousands of star realms, as the pure, dense Primordial Profound Energy returned and violently flooded the world, and as the previously shattered Heavenly Laws began their immediate, massive strengthening, the Profound Veins of all surviving peoples began to stir.
Those cultivators who had been agonizingly stuck at their realm's limit for centuries—even millennia—suddenly felt an unbearable weight lifted from their souls as their profound strength surged uncontrollably from the absorption of the purest, high-level energy!
CRACKKKKK CRACKKKKKKK BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!
Trillions of beings across the entire Primordial Chaos were simultaneously breaking through their profound shackles! In just a few short breaths, their cultivation bases surged higher and higher, a collective roar of triumph echoing across the universe!
And this miraculous breakthrough was not limited to the low-level cultivators! Those titans who stood at the absolute peak of the God Realm—the venerable Ultimate Divine Masters—also felt their cultivation base rumbling violently as the very limits of their existence were finally shattered!
BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
Whether it was Chi Wuyao, Mu Xuanyin, Caizhi, or the various God Emperors who had miraculously survived till this final day—all felt a terrifying, unstoppable surge in their profound power, as they broke through into higher, long-lost realms!