At this moment, not only were the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans intently watching the purple-gold ranking list—so were countless other races.
In the Eternal World, cultivators and mighty figures of every race lifted their eyes to the void. Even reclusive powerhouses in seclusion could not help but glance toward the skies, fixing their gaze on the radiant purple-gold list that had appeared.
Clearly, they all cared deeply about their race's placement on the list. This ranking represented their standing within the Eternal World. Whether their race was strong or weak, it could be seen at a glance—undeniable and unfiltered.
Anyone who could secure a top ranking would undoubtedly earn boundless honor and glory, their race's name reverberating throughout all races under the heavens.
To put it plainly—this was about face. A race's reputation and pride were directly tied to the rankings. There was no more straightforward way to showcase dominance.
No race could ignore this.
Every eye was wide open, desperate to see where their kind ranked—and especially, who would take the top spot.
One by one, race names flashed across the board:
Celestial Spirit Race, Holy Spirit Race, Three-Eyed Divine Race, Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, Qilin Race, Death Race, Ghost Race, Behemoth Race, Lionkin, Blood Race, Undead, Werewolves, Winged Ones, Asura Race, Angelic Race, Dwarves, Goblins, Elves, Giants, Titans, Bone Raven Clan, Minotaurs, Foxkin, Kobolds, and... Humans...
Countless names flickered and changed across the Primordial Myriad Spirits Ranking in the void. Each name represented a race. The number of races was simply staggering—too many to count. Some had never even been heard of before, but their appearance on the ranking made one thing certain: they existed, and they now walked the Eternal World.
It seemed that every race could spot the name of their kind on the board.
Suddenly, a flash of light swept across the list—and the topmost name became clear:
Dragon RaceFateforce: One Yuan!
Phoenix RaceFateforce: 110,000 years!
Qilin RaceFateforce: 113,000 years!
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In a single instant, the entire ranking manifested clearly before all beings in the Eternal World.
The Dragon Race stood at the top, with a Fateforce of one Yuan.
The rankings were based on Fateforce (族运气数), a measure of a race's destiny and vitality.
Whether a race could continue into the future depended entirely on how much Fateforce it had left. If it ran out, extinction would follow.
Fateforce is measured in years, but it doesn't simply decrease with the passage of time.
Instead, it reflects the prosperity and strength of a race. A thriving race will see its Fateforce increase, not diminish, and it changes in response to the race's actions—just like a nation's policies shape its destiny.
Think of it like governing a country:The more powerhouses a nation nurtures, the more its fortune grows.Good policies raise national fate; poor choices harm it.
And when a top-tier cultivator rises from a race, it can consume part of that race's Fateforce. In turn, Fateforce can assist breakthroughs, making advancement smoother. However, it's also possible to break through without relying on Fateforce, which might actually increase it instead.
Fateforce becomes a lever to shift the cosmic tide—mysterious and profound.
This is why powerful races produce more powerhouses.
Some races even use Race-Suppressing Treasures (镇族至宝) to anchor and stabilize their Fateforce. These are not ordinary items. The loss of such a treasure could cause a race's Fateforce to collapse—its fortune dissipating like smoke.
Alternatively, a legendary figure could anchor the Fateforce themselves.
Just as, in ancient myth, the Three Sovereigns of Humanity sat in the Fire Cloud Cave to stabilize humanity's Fateforce—not by artifacts, but by their own divine presence.
The units of Fateforce, in ascending order, are:
Years → Yuan → Epoch (纪元)
1 Yuan = 129,600 years
1 Epoch = 3,000 Yuan
If a race possessed one Epoch of Fateforce, it would be without question the destined protagonist of the world.
"In the Eternal World, all races may join the Fate Struggle.Who shall rule the boundless heavens?"
A voice without emotion echoed from the Primordial Myriad Spirits Ranking, announcing the brutality of the Fate Struggle.
Such a struggle would be a fight to the death, its outcome entirely unpredictable. It could bring glory—or utter ruin.
At that moment, the Fateforce of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans could be seen surging upward—rising at visible speed. Soon, the Phoenix and Qilin Clans also broke through to one Yuan of Fateforce.
This was due to the explosive growth in their population: dragons, phoenixes, and qilins were emerging in droves. Naturally, this led to massive increases in their racial Fateforce—a fundamental evolution.
And there was no doubt: with time, their Fateforce would continue climbing, perhaps even to unthinkable heights.
Of course, the Primordial Myriad Spirits Ranking showed many other races, not just the top three. Though none shone as brightly, they were all accounted for.
"I see us! The Werewolf Clan—Fateforce of 10,000 years!"
"Ha! We Kobolds have 13,000 years—we're stronger than werewolves!"
"Yes! We Dwarves have more than 20,000 years!"
Exclamations rang out from all corners.
Naturally, not everyone was satisfied. Some races had higher Fateforce than expected, while others were far below expectations.
But the ranking did not lie—it revealed nothing but raw truth. Those dissatisfied could only look inward.
Yi Tianxing, too, turned his attention to the ranking. A single thought revealed the status of the Human Race:
Human RaceFateforce: 108,000 years
"Still not quite one Yuan," Yi Tianxing murmured thoughtfully.
But even so, this was already an impressive figure. After all, the Human Race had suffered immense tragedy in the past—so many slaughtered and devoured as blood food.
The fact that they had recovered to this point meant their race was now stabilizing, adapting to life in the Eternal World.
More importantly, during the battle on the Divine-Demon Battlefield, the Human Race had claimed the top spot. The Fateforce they received at that time was absorbed into their bloodline—boosting it significantly.
A large portion of this strength came from the Great Yi Dynasty.
"This level of Fateforce is already quite good. It's only the beginning," said Huang Chengyan firmly. "The future of the Eternal World is long, and the Fateforce of our Human Race will only continue to rise."
"As long as the Great Yi Dynasty maintains its expansion policy, our strength will soar."
Great Yi's doctrine of "All People Are Dragons" meant that its rise was the rise of humanity itself. Its expansion meant the entire Human Race was evolving.
This was no mere development—it was a fundamental transformation.
Brush!!
After lingering for some time, the Primordial Myriad Spirits Ranking faded from the skies, vanishing completely. Neither eye nor divine sense could detect its presence.
Clearly, this divine treasure would only reveal itself when it chose to.
In the skies, the Sacred Wutong Tree continued to shed its holy flames. The Qilin Blood Pool still rained down blood essence. The Dragon Gate continued pulling in all scaled beasts, transforming them into dragon-kin—or even True Dragons.
One extraordinary scene followed another. The entire Eternal World descended into turmoil.
Especially the seas and lands, now filled with a strange, eerie energy.
At the same time, an invisible killing aura (戾气) suddenly emerged—pervading the air, the grass, the trees—merging with every living creature.
A dark miasma was forming, swelling ominously across the realm.
"The rise of a deathly aura across heaven and earth… not a good sign," Yi Tianxing said grimly.
"Transmit the decree: the Great Yi Dynasty is now on full alert. Prepare for all potential upheavals. Halt all expansion—stabilize our borders."
Brush!!
And at that instant—a black war arrow appeared out of nowhere...