A sudden, thunderous voice echoed across the Heavenly Spirit Great World, plunging everything into silence. The sheer presence within that voice made all living beings tremble. Just hearing it was enough to send chills down their spines. No one could fathom what kind of being could possess such unmatched might.

Zhu Xing gazed up at the sky, his expression blank, his mind in turmoil. He muttered, "Master..."

He knew that the War Court had mobilized such terrifying forces, not just to eliminate Long Qing, but to challenge the unknown existence that protected the Heavenly Spirit Great World.

Thinking about the battle that was about to unfold, where his master would have to face an unfathomable terror, Zhu Xing’s emotions were complicated.

He also thought of the mythical existences within the War Court. This was bound to be an unprecedented war—one that could very well reduce the Heavenly Spirit Great World to ashes.

Turning his gaze, he saw the disciples of Tai Xuan Sect looking up at the sky in awe. He sighed.

Having lived in Tai Xuan Sect for so many years, he had grown attached to it. But no matter how deep his feelings, nothing was more important than survival.

He had already betrayed the War Court. Now that this calamity was upon them, his only option was to flee.

He withdrew his gaze and vanished from the pavilion without a trace.

Long Teng, Long Ya, and the surrounding cultivators didn't expect Zhu Xing to flee. They assumed he was going to support Long Qing, so no one questioned it.

Within Leaf Residence, the Ancestor Qingtian that had fused with Ye Cang’s body spoke in his mind:

“There are many presences in the War Court that even I cannot contend against. The Heavenly Spirit Great World has no chance against such a large-scale invasion. Zhu Xing has already fled. You should leave as well.”

Hearing this, Ye Cang furrowed his brows, his gaze locked onto the black holes in the sky.

On the other side of the world.

The mountain ranges stretched endlessly. Bai Sheng stepped out from the forest, standing on a hilltop, staring at the spectacular anomaly in the sky. His brows were tightly knit, his eyes filled with shock.

This was the second time in his life that his understanding of reality had been completely overturned.

Su Jin arrived beside him, just as shaken.

Bai Sheng turned to her and asked, “What exactly is this? The one who spoke earlier… what kind of cultivation does he possess? And who are the Long Clan?”

Su Jin took a deep breath and said, “I don’t know. I can’t even comprehend his cultivation level. Don’t be fooled by the fact that I’ve lived for over ten thousand years—I may have been able to command storms within the empire, but in the grand scheme of things, I am nothing but a small figure. To many great beings, killing me would be as easy as crushing an insect.”

“As for the Long Clan, I’ve never heard of them either. My understanding of the world is far more limited than you think.”

Bai Sheng sighed. “Truly, there are always greater beings. If one day, my voice could shake the entire world and resound across the heavens, I would have lived a life without regrets.”

Su Jin rolled her eyes and scoffed, “You always talk as if you’re leaving your last words. Why not focus on training harder and striving for immortality instead?”

“Is true immortality even possible? Even if one becomes an Immortal, don’t they also face their eventual demise?”

“I don’t care! You must make it your goal!”

They bickered, oblivious to the fact that a catastrophe was about to engulf the entire world.

Throughout the boundless cosmos, countless black holes of varying sizes dotted the void like portals through time and space. Figures emerged from each one.

On the War Court’s light road, Fang Xuan walked forward, his expression calm and composed as he observed the battlefield ahead.

The Heavenly Spirit Great World’s forces displayed tremendous unity, gathering in large numbers to resist the War Court. However, their resistance did not slow the War Court’s advance in the slightest.

Fang Xuan did not make a move. He had no intention of exerting much effort in this battle. More importantly, the true horrors had yet to reveal themselves, so he dared not act rashly.

Suddenly, a voice echoed across the battlefield.

"I am a descendant of the Long Clan, Long Qing! This karma is mine to bear!"

Even though Long Qing shouted with all his might, his voice sounded insignificant within the vastness of the cosmos.

Fang Xuan heard him, and the words "Long Clan" caught his attention.

A tremendous force suddenly descended upon the battlefield, overpowering both sides of the conflict and forcing everyone to stop.

A Dao Repository Free Immortal from Heavenly Spirit Great World turned pale with terror—under the weight of this force, he found himself completely unable to move.

His pupils dilated in horror. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

In the distance, in the depths of the War Court’s light road, the colossal shadow lurking in the darkness became clearer.

Fang Xuan turned toward the source of Long Qing’s voice.

From within a black hole, Long Qing stepped forth. His right hand was raised to his chest, his two fingers pressed together. With each step he took into the void, he unleashed a divine ability.

A dense gray mist surged out from his body, rapidly condensing into countless figures around him.

At the same time, the cosmic space around him twisted—more gray mist materialized from nothingness, forming even more humanoid shapes.

More and more eyes turned toward Long Qing.

Yet, not a single warrior from the War Court made a move against him.

Long Qing, who was in the midst of executing the Heavenly Dragon Divine Aspect, gazed into the distance at the colossal shadow that was gradually becoming clear. It was a black-robed Daoist, wearing a Kirin Crown, his expression cold and severe. His figure hovered at the rear of the War Court's light road, appearing like a mirage. His lower body was illusory, while only his upper half was clearly visible.

This was Zhu Xing’s master, the current Lord of the War Court!

His Daoist title—Zhu Tianjun!

Zhu Tianjun was immense beyond compare. Before him, everything in the universe appeared insignificant. To the cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Great World, his presence was akin to that of a primordial deity, one who had created the cosmos itself.

As he emerged from the darkness, apart from Long Qing, every cultivator of the Heavenly Spirit Great World lost their courage and will to fight.

Zhu Tianjun merely leaned forward, gazing down at Long Qing. His cold eyes swept across the Divine Aspects that continued to condense behind him. His tone was indifferent as he spoke:

"Why do you still refuse to show yourself? Have you already abandoned the Long Clan?"

His voice echoed across the Heavenly Spirit Great World, shaking both heaven and earth.

Inside the Wushi Dao Field, An Xin and the others instinctively turned to look at Gu An.

Gu An held the Azure Swan Sword and responded, "Why are you all looking at me? Qing'er’s divine ability is not simple—perhaps he can resolve this on his own."

As he spoke, he raised his sword, resting his left hand on the blade. The tip of his sword was aimed at the mirror atop the Refining Cauldron, as if he were targeting Zhu Tianjun within the reflection.

Hearing his words, everyone grew even more confused, but they still turned back to focus on the scene in the mirror.

The world fell into complete silence.

All beings awaited another voice to respond to Zhu Tianjun, but no reply came.

In the vast void of space, as more and more Divine Aspects manifested behind Long Qing, the expressions of the War Court’s powerhouses began to shift.

In less than ten breaths, the number of Divine Aspects around Long Qing had exceeded ten thousand.

Among them, one stood ten thousand zhang tall, radiating an unparalleled aura, commanding both the cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Great World and the War Court’s forces to instinctively turn their gaze toward him.

"Long Yu…"

Zhu Tianjun’s voice rang out, almost as if he were murmuring to himself.

The moment he spoke, dozens of figures scattered, swiftly surrounding Long Qing and his Divine Aspects.

Each of these figures emanated an overbearing presence, sealing Long Qing within their domain.

Under Zhu Tianjun’s pressure, the cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Great World were obliterated, turning into dust.

Only those far enough away managed to survive, while the reinforcements emerging from the black holes halted in shock, their gazes fixated entirely on Long Qing.

The Divine Aspects summoned by Long Qing radiated a dazzling brilliance, clustering together like a constellation in the cosmos.

The dozens of War Court powerhouses positioned themselves in a formation, subtly setting up an invisible barrier to suppress the light emanating from the Heavenly Dragon Divine Aspect.

"Such a dense karmic force."

"With only this level of cultivation, he can summon so many powerful Divine Aspects… The Long Clan truly is remarkable."

"If this is all, he is not worth us joining forces against."

"Perhaps the entity behind him has already fled. To strike at a Celestial Deity, no one can afford to bear the Heavenly Dao’s karmic backlash."

"This divine ability seems to be fueled by bloodline karma."

The War Court powerhouses discussed among themselves, completely dismissing Long Qing.

Even Zhu Tianjun remained unmoved, whether he was waiting for the one behind Long Qing to appear or simply looking down on him, no one could tell. He did not act immediately.

Listening to the voices surrounding him, Long Qing took a deep breath. His eyes sharpened, and cracks began to form across his face, with blood seeping from the wounds.

The gray mist surrounding him suddenly turned blood red.

A more terrifying entity rapidly took shape, as if an ancient titan were rising behind him.

Its size continued to grow, surpassing even the Divine Aspect that Zhu Tianjun had called Long Yu.

The moment this figure fully emerged, Zhu Tianjun’s expression changed abruptly.

"Kill him."

Zhu Tianjun’s voice was like divine decree, and in the instant he spoke, the War Court powerhouses surrounding Long Qing attacked simultaneously, their assault swift and thunderous.

The overwhelming pressure bore down from all directions, making Long Qing feel as if he was being torn apart.

Yet, he did not die.

When he looked up, he saw a one-million-zhang-tall blood-red figure standing before him, wielding a massive spear in one hand, blocking the incoming onslaught of divine might from all sides.

This colossal figure was clad in armor, its true visage obscured, yet the aura it exuded was unmatched—a presence that declared absolute dominion.

Its arrival sent a wave of tension rippling through the War Court’s forces.

In the crowd, Fang Xuan’s pupils trembled, his heart thrown into utter turmoil.

The cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Great World were equally stunned, unable to process what they were witnessing.

At that moment, even the mortals of the Heavenly Spirit Great World saw the reflection of the blood-red titan in the sky itself, towering above the heavens and earth.