Present world.

Thirteen long epochs have passed since the "Sacred Glory" incident. The heaven and earth have been decaying in disorder, and the endless chaos has eroded all living things. The war has intensified, and all forces are on the verge of a major explosion.

On this day, a spark finally ignited the tense Black Disaster.

"Send the order!"

"Begin the 1.3 trillionth sacrifice! Call upon the supreme great being, His Majesty Azathoth!"

The Whispering Divine Realm is one of the many supreme cores of the Black Disaster. At this moment, countless thrones are suspended in the void, with tall figures sitting on them. When they hear the orders coming from the central altar, their auras are shaken, and the wills of the other side intertwine and collide, turning the information into a mess.

Everything that happened here seemed to have released some kind of signal. In the other supreme areas of the Black Disaster, decrees were issued at the same time, starting the largest and most cruel sacrificial ceremony in history.

"This is the two trillionth sacrifice. Everyone, please join us and use the most pious will to call upon the Supreme Being, Lord Varunshadi!"

"Begin the 1.8 trillionth sacrifice, calling upon the Lord of Original Sin with endless sin and evil!"

"Open..."

“Here——”

An unprecedented massive sacrifice began. This was Black Disaster's last-ditch effort after countless failures. All of his hopes were placed on this, hoping to get a response from a transcendent being, even if it was only one.

boom!!

The boundless altar spanning hundreds of super thoughts, under the control of many beings on the other side, the information inscriptions flickered brightly and burned with raging flames.

The dark and sticky sacrificial flame twisted and jumped like a living thing, licking the void into pieces. A strange aura lingered around it, and shrill wails, roars and cries could be heard from time to time.

"Sacrifice!"

Snap——

The void shattered, and a huge, deformed black shadow emerged from the crack and fell towards the altar, stretching in all directions. This was actually a piece of wreckage from the heavens, covered with spikes that were trillions of light years long. Countless thick chains extended from each spike, tightly binding a figure larger than the universe, making it unable to move.

"No!!"

Crash! A dark purple figure appeared, as if made of metal. He was a supreme being from the Mechanical God Clan. At this moment, facing death, he could not help but roar wildly and struggled violently, making the chains rattle and the aura of the other side vibrate continuously.

“Hahaha! Are you finally here? You black disaster bastards, just use whatever tricks you have. If I frown, I’m not your ancestor!”

Countless powerful men from all races were imprisoned here, and naturally there was no shortage of those who were ready to die. They looked wanton and crazy, and they only wanted to die quickly, which was better than enduring endless torture.

Be it cursing or begging for mercy, all kinds of words, none of them moved those high above, sitting on the throne and looking down coldly at the other side of the black disaster, and the wreckage of the sky slowly fell at a constant speed.

“What is Black Disaster trying to do? On the battlefield, he went to so much trouble to capture us, just for the so-called sacrifice? Humph, it seems that he must have a big plan!”

The Sword Hunter, the Sword Wielder of the Universe, remained majestic even though he was suppressed and restrained. He stared at the magnificent altar below with a frown, a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he didn't care about his own life or death at all.

On a battlefield where conflict is extremely intense, it is much more difficult to capture a being from the other side alive than to kill them directly, let alone such a large number of them.

The sword hunter looked around and saw countless spikes on the surface of the wreckage of the heavens. Each one represented a suppressed and sealed existence from the other side, from all races, including not only the human race, but even a few scattered black disasters from the other side.

This scene is really unbelievable.

Being bound by spikes is a treatment only available on the other side. As for other relatively weak creatures, they are imprisoned in the space and time inside the wreckage of the heavens.

This was what the Sword Hunter had seen with his own eyes, an endless amount of creatures from all races, some were captured on the battlefield, and some were creatures captured by the Black Disaster in the heavens. The number was impossible to count, and it completely filled up the wreckage of the heavens that served as a carrier.

You know, although a normal universe is vast and boundless, most of the area is nothingness, and the space occupied by living beings is negligible. It is conceivable how much it cost for Black Disaster to gather so many sacrifices.

"hateful!!"

The Sword Hunter was secretly resentful in his heart. He was both worried about the Black Disaster's plan and felt pity for so many human beings who would suffer misfortune. Although humans accounted for less than one tenth of all the sacrifices, the total number was still too huge.

"Fortunately, the existence of the Gray Land has enabled our tribe to take a dominant position on the battlefield, which has greatly reduced the number of captured souls."

Jianshou shook his head sadly. He didn't even have the ability to protect himself now, let alone save others. When he was dying, he could only think of good things to comfort himself.

Ten thousand races, "ten thousand" is just a figurative reference, the actual number of ethnic groups far exceeds ten thousand. Although the human race is the largest among all creatures, it does not have an absolute advantage in the total number of ethnic groups. But even so, there are a number of strong people who can compete with all alien races on their own, especially at the level of transcendents.

The reason for this is very secret, and only those who transcend understand the root of it. The advantage of the human race lies in that the Lord of the Source Point controls the vortex of the heavens with the Source Point, secretly supports the human race, and gives all kinds of benefits to the human race through the Dao of the heavens.

This is the fundamental reason why the human race remains strong and prosperous.

boom--

The miracle did not happen. The debris of the heavens fell onto the altar and rolling black flames rushed up. All the existences that were contaminated by this terrible flame were turned into nothingness.

All thoughts and distractions will vanish at the moment of death.

"The human race will surely achieve the final victory to comfort our souls!"

"Hahaha!!"

"Hei Zai, I'm waiting for you down there, almost there, almost there..."

The sword hunter laughed wildly towards the sky, his tall body collapsing under the licking of the flames. Even though only wreckage and dry bones were left, his wanton laughter continued, attracting many sidelong glances from the other side of the black disaster.

"Hmph! Keep going!"

Crack. The void shattered, and another piece of debris from the heavens appeared. It was exactly the same as the previous one, with spikes on it, suppressing and restraining the existence on the other side.

This is just a place for sacrifice. The same scene is happening simultaneously in hundreds of core areas of the black disaster.

Until the ninth remnant of the heavens was devoured by the pitch-black flames, this unprecedented horrific sacrifice in the Whispering Realm finally came to an end.

Quiet!

Without the curses and noise of the sacrifices, only infinite silence remained in this area. Standing in the endless altar in the void, the dark fire was still beating silently, making the scene even more bizarre.

Countless people on the other side of the black disaster stared at the altar, and some even prostrated themselves on the ground, muttering to themselves and kowtowing.

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The look changed from nervous anticipation to panic, and finally to endless despair as the dark flames on the altar completely died out.

"Impossible, this is impossible..."

"It's over! My Lords, have you really abandoned us? Or... have you all perished!?"

This last sentence would have been considered treasonous in the past. People would not even dare to think about it, let alone say it out loud.

But now, no one cared about this out-of-control existence on the other side. All the Black Disaster creatures present had this thought in their minds. Otherwise, why didn't they get any response after calling for sacrifices trillions of times? At this time, the results of other sacrificial sites were also transmitted and summarized. There was no surprise. Just like the Whispering Realm, the sacrifices that the Black Disaster paid countless prices for failed again.

"The transcendents have all disappeared."

"Now, we can only rely on ourselves!!"

On the central throne, a tall figure slowly stood up, his disappointed look gradually turned into indifference, he looked around and continued: "Not only us, but also the transcendents of all races who have been tested and observed for a long time have disappeared together, disappearing in the brilliant golden light of the day of divine glory!"

"Although I don't know what happened, I just need to make one thing clear: the situation of the Ten Thousand Races is the same as ours."

"The war is not lost yet!"

The other side of eternity is the supreme existence second only to the transcendent. The mind is so terrifying that in a short moment, everyone accepts this horrifying reality, and their eyes become indifferent and firm.

Although the traces of Transcendents are hard to find, and they may even disappear on a large scale for a period of time from time to time, it has never been as thorough and long as this time. Everyone realized that something earth-shattering must have happened.

The myriad races were also extremely terrified by this, but none of them were as exaggerated as the Black Disaster, who made sacrifices again and again, regardless of the cost.

The reason is that there have been shocking anomalies within the Black Disaster, a major event that has shaken the foundation of existence, leaving all those on the other side of the Black Disaster helpless, and so they can't wait to seek help from the Transcendent. Unfortunately, now this last hope has also been annihilated.

"Report——"

A figure stepped through the void. Before the person arrived, the anxious shouts spread out. Everyone on the other side felt nervous. Is he coming? Is that weird thing happening again?

"Your Excellencies!"

"News has come from frontline observers that the last corner of the middle region of the vortex of the heavens, which exists in the countless heavens spanning across 800 trillion super-thought voids, has been 'extinguished' at the same time a quarter of an hour ago!!"

"No luck, all turned into death, the will of the heavens dissipated, and the heavens completely lost the ability to generate material energy by themselves."

"The means arranged by the masters have completely failed. The observers still haven't discovered the cause of Zhutian's death. Just like before, they all mysteriously extinguished at the same time..."

The powerful Black Disaster who reported the information could not utter a single word at the end. He was covered by countless cold wills, and his whole body fell to the ground, trembling constantly.

The heavens are dying on a large scale, and now only the core areas are still intact, but at this exaggerated speed, they will not be able to last long.

This is the shocking change that Black Disaster is facing. They have also confirmed that this strange thing did not happen among all races, as if it was only aimed at Black Disaster.

"Everyone, at this point, there is only one way to go."

"Start, the final battle!"

"Annihilate all races. Their heavens will be our new place of residence!!"

Roar, roar, roar!!

Kill! Kill! Kill——