At this moment, Tang San, due to the death of Xiao Wu, had already fallen into a state of madness.
His eyes were bloodshot, his reason long swallowed by fury and hatred, completely losing the composed, rational demeanor he was once known for.
Facing the attack from Immortal Emperor Hai Long, he unhesitatingly raised his Asura Blood Sword. The blood sword, too, radiated an intense, bloody aura, and with an almost frantic stance, he slashed it toward Immortal Emperor Hai Long.
"That old fox has truly lost his mind. Did losing Xiao Wu hit him that hard?"
Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotion, frowned deeply. He could clearly feel the intense emotions raging within Tang San—fury and hatred held absolute dominance, completely overwhelming his former rationality.
Xiao Wu was undoubtedly Tang San's softest spot, his most untouchable reverse scale. Once touched, Tang San would instantly lose control, attacking without regard for the consequences.
"Trouble!"
Rong Nianbing watched the spatial rift that had been torn open, saw the several God-Kings stepping out from it one by one, and felt the powerful aura radiating from their Godly Artifacts. His eyelids twitched slightly.
He knew the situation had become increasingly complex and difficult to manage.
"Everyone, since you are guests, why resort to violence?"
Goddess of Life looked completely baffled. She truly didn't understand why the newcomers immediately joined the fight.
Moreover, one person's target was Sea God Tang San, and another was aimed at the Golden Dragon King. Clearly, they were not part of the faction that had plotted against the God Realm, or they wouldn't be attacking the Golden Dragon King.
Thus, she tried to use words to stop the conflict that was about to erupt.
After all, a melee involving God-Kings—such a terrifying sight—had only occurred during the tragic Dragon God War. Regardless of the final outcome, the impact on the entire God Realm would be far too great.
"Apologies!"
A'Dai, the God of Death, showed a hint of apology on his face, but the Nether King Sword in his hand showed no sign of stopping.
With a flick of his wrist, the Nether King Sword instantly unleashed a jet-black sword aura. The aura carried the purest form of wicked energy, and wherever it passed, all signs of life withered. It was as if even space itself was corroded by this wickedness.
"Hmph!" The God of Destruction scoffed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
The Scepter of Destruction in his hand instantly released bolts of ink-black lightning. The lightning carried a power that could annihilate everything, instantly neutralizing the extremely wicked sword aura unleashed by the Nether King Sword.
Immediately afterward, the two Godly Artifacts fiercely collided in mid-air. A terrifying wave of divine power, centered on the collision point, rippled rapidly outward, sweeping across the entire God Realm in an instant.
The divine power fluctuation was so immense that it seemed capable of tearing the entire God Realm apart. The mountains and land of the God Realm trembled violently under this force.
"What exactly is going on here!"
Ning Rongrong held her head, her face tearful and distraught as she watched the battlefield descend into utter chaos with the God-Kings' melee fully underway.
She never expected the situation to spiral so completely out of control.
"What should we do?"
Zhu Zhuqing was also at a loss. Looking at the pandemonium before them, they knew their own strength was powerless to intervene in this clash of God-Kings, but they were also deeply worried about Tang San and Ma Hongjun.
"Fatty is already dead. He is no longer the Ma Hongjun we knew." Dai Mubai's face was etched with sorrow, his eyes filled with grief and helplessness.
He knew clearly that the Ma Hongjun of the past was gone; the one standing before them now was the completely altered King of Pestilence.
"Why did things turn out this way?" Oscar said in a low voice, his heart filled with confusion.
He never imagined that the Shrek Seven Devils, who once fought side-by-side, would come to this tragic pass.
"Alas!" The Goddess of Life sighed helplessly, knowing the situation was beyond redemption.
She gritted her teeth and finally, with no other choice, joined the battlefield.
With her entrance, the fourteen powerhouses with God-King-level combat strength fought their way from the God Realm and into the vast, boundless universe.
The fourteen God-King-level powerhouses unleashed a breathtaking battle in the cosmos. The residual waves of divine power they released mercilessly shattered meteorites one after another.
Even some smaller asteroids were cleaved in two by the terrifying power of the Godly Artifacts, sending planetary fragments scattering like rain across the universe.
This unprecedented, spectacular, and terrifying scene drew the gaze of everyone in both God Realms. Even the Herta once again turned her attention to this location.
After all, a God-King melee was a sight rarely seen even over a million years. The shockwave generated by this battle was enough to make the entire galaxy tremble.
"Oh!" The Herta, who had split off a thread of her attention to follow the fierce battle of the fourteen God-Kings, suddenly let out a small sound of surprise.
Her keen perception detected a special, familiar energy slowly seeping out from the black hole rift that had been blasted open earlier.
This energy seemed to be pulled by some force, rapidly converging toward a certain planet in the endless star-scape.
When she looked closely, she realized that planet was none other than the Douluo Star!
"This is...! It can do that? Interesting." The Herta's expression instantly turned somewhat strange, but only moments later, she revealed a look of sudden understanding.
With Lady Herta's ultimate intellect, she discerned the whole sequence of events almost instantly.
"What a coincidence. I hope it won't cause trouble for that guy!" The Herta muttered softly.
She had recognized the energy flowing out of the black hole: the Negative Energy that was intensely familiar to her.
Thinking closely, this was actually logical.
After all, in this world, the black hole was known as the Tomb of the Gods. Countless God Realms and Deities had been swallowed by it over the long ages.
Before a Deity fell, or when a God Realm faced collapse, or afterward, terrifying negative energy would be generated.
Previously, this negative energy had been bound within the black hole.
However, coincidentally, the Herta successfully blasted open the black hole in this galaxy. And at this very moment, a treasure capable of drawing and accepting Negative Energy was coincidentally on the Douluo Star: the Holy Grail she had personally crafted.
Due to a multitude of coincidences, the massive amounts of Negative Energy born from the Twilight of the Gods within the black hole were all converging toward the Douluo Star.
In a sense, this wasn't entirely a bad thing.
Because once this Negative Energy was purified by the Holy Grail, it would transform into the nutrients needed for the planet's evolution.
In other words, the Douluo Star was currently absorbing the precious legacy left behind by the destruction of countless God Realms.
If the Douluo Star could successfully digest all this energy, it would likely achieve a qualitative leap, evolving in one step to become a Divine Star.
No one could know for sure how many God Realms had perished within the black hole or exactly how much Negative Energy had accumulated, but it was certain that this colossal power was absolutely sufficient to support the Douluo Star's dramatic evolution.
However, the Herta was also well aware that the influx of such an astonishing amount of Negative Energy into the Douluo Star was bound to have a huge impact on the Holy Grail War that Lu Jingming was planning.
The most immediate manifestation would likely be in the summoned Servants.
With the endless supply of Negative Energy from the black hole, just how powerful would these Servants become, and what kind of unimaginable "demons and monsters" would be summoned?
However, the Herta quickly dismissed the matter.
In her opinion, they were just memory constructs formed from negative energy. As long as they didn't summon a Star God from her own world, there was nothing to worry about.
As for summoning a Star God, the Herta felt that the Holy Grail she created probably didn't have that kind of heaven-defying capability.
Unless Lu Jingming was willing to provide the Holy Grail with a massive amount of True Essence, there might be a slim possibility.
After all, summoning a Star God was equivalent to opening up a completely new Path in this universe, equal to the birth of a new Creator God.
Such a universe-altering event would require a terrifying amount of True Essence. Even if Lu Jingming were completely drained, it likely wouldn't be enough.
It must be remembered that Star Gods represented their unique Destinies. Once a Destiny appeared in this universe, it meant the emergence of a brand-new Path, fundamentally different from the Great Path established by this universe's Creator God.
An event capable of changing the entire universal structure like this would undoubtedly provide Lu Jingming with an overwhelmingly vast amount of True Essence. Perhaps it could truly allow him to ascend directly.
At that point, let alone becoming a God-King, reaching the very pinnacle of the universe might not be impossible.
But all of this hinged on him possessing the True Essence needed to summon a Star God.
Yet, if he already had such a massive reserve of True Essence, he would likely have already reached the cosmic pinnacle.
Lu Jingming was completely unaware of this matter. He had absolutely no idea that the reason for the accident in the Holy Grail War and the emergence of monsters among the Servants was the unexpected result of the Herta's actions.
After all, the Herta was the one who blasted the black hole, and she did so in the Douluo Star's galaxy, causing the Negative Energy from the black hole to be drawn by the World Tree and the Holy Grail.
Due to the difference in the flow of time between the God Realm's dimension and the Douluo Continent, the Herta had not yet returned, so he naturally couldn't know the truth.
At the same time, he couldn't yet imagine just how extraordinarily absurd and beyond expectation the Holy Grail War he had conceived on a whim would become, supported by this endless Negative Energy.
The night was as dark as ink, quietly enveloping the entire world like a massive black silk cloth.
In this silent darkness, Lu Jingming slipped soundlessly into Zhang Lexuan's boudoir.
He had managed, with considerable effort, to convince Castorice to lure Cerydra away for this moment.
How could he possibly let go of such a rare opportunity?
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