"Jack Sparrow, still dreaming of finding the Fountain of Youth?"
A chilling, sneering voice echoed through the grand hall of the Pirate Alliance.
"Plenty of pirate crews have gone looking for it over the years. Not one's ever returned. Not a single trace. No one even knows where the damn thing actually is. They say it's a death zone—anyone who enters never comes back out. That's a hell of a lot worse than messing with the Blue Moon Dynasty."
The speaker was a grotesque-looking pirate king—his face twisted like that of an octopus, with writhing tentacles hanging from his chin, squirming as he spoke, radiating pure dread.
This was Davy Jones, legendary captain of the Flying Dutchman—a ghost ship and a being who had long ceased to be human. A true undead monster, he was said to work for Death itself, ferrying souls lost at sea and trading them for rewards.
Among the pirate kings, Davy Jones commanded massive fear and respect. No one dared provoke him lightly. Yet with Jack Sparrow, there was clearly bad blood. When they bickered, they showed no restraint.
The gathered captains continued their heated debate.
Each meeting of the Pirate Alliance was not just a reunion, but also a hunt—a massive raid. Once the target was chosen, all the pirates would mobilize together for a feast of looting and destruction.
Naturally, the chosen target would always be one too tough for any single crew to handle. That meant they needed unanimous agreement on the objective—whether it was plundering or treasure hunting.
As the argument reached a crescendo, an invisible force suddenly descended from the heavens.
Centered around the Hanhai Realm, it spread outward across the four great sea domains. Along with it came a wave of will, silent but overwhelming.
And then—a message echoed directly in the minds of every living being.
Not just pirates.
Humans. Foreign races. All kinds of beings throughout the seas surrounding Great Yi.
All at once, everything fell silent—as if time itself had stopped.
"Great Yi is about to ascend to Sacred Court."
"When a Destiny Dynasty rises, a tribulation will follow. Natural disaster or man-made calamity—transform into misfortune, obstruct the rise of Great Yi, and you shall receive Heaven's reward.
Succeed in your assault, and obtain boundless fortune."
"Accept the task, and receive the blessing of the Altar of Fate Seizure. Attack Great Yi, and you may steal its destiny—absorb it as your own.Destroy Great Yi, and you may prove your Dao before Heaven, your name reflected across the myriad realms."
This message appeared naturally in the minds of all sentient beings.
It was not from the true Heavenly Will, but rather, some other force—subtle and concealed—interfering in the flow of Heaven.
More disturbingly, the message came with a restriction:
Those who heard it could not speak of it—not aloud, not written.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't utter a word about what they'd just heard.
Only those who had also received the message could sense one another and communicate about it.
This was the Heavenly Dao's prohibition.
"Great Yi… ascending to Sacred Court?Incredible.Moving so fast…"
Blackbeard's eyes burned with greedy desire.
"We've raided royal dynasties and kingdoms, but never an Empire.We've only ever stared at that iron-blooded Great Wall from a distance.Word is, Great Yi is filled with boundless wealth and splendor. Even just sacking one immortal city would leave us fat and full!"
For a man like him, no target was off-limits. In the past, the majesty and power of Great Yi had been too much.But now—with Heaven's recruitment and the lure of the Fate Seizure Altar—his desire exploded.
Unbeknownst to him, a strange power was subtly manipulating his thoughts, amplifying his ambition.
So invisible was this influence that even powerful cultivators couldn't detect it.
It simply magnified one's inner greed—tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
"Yes. I agree—targeting Great Yi is the best move."Davy Jones nodded, his squirming tentacles dancing with glee."They'll be at their weakest while ascending.Heaven itself stands behind us.With the Altar's blessing, we can seize their destiny.The more damage we cause, the more fortune we gain.Their fate weakens, ours grows stronger."
The Altar of Fate Seizure was terrifying indeed.
Just by attacking Great Yi, they could absorb its destiny.
The more damage they did, the more they gained—strength, breakthroughs, even the chance to achieve the Dao itself.
Heaven would even lower the barrier of advancement for them, treating them as its champions.
In short—they'd be drinking Great Yi's blood to strengthen themselves.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
And yet… extreme danger lurked as well.
Death was almost guaranteed for some.
But the pirates had already begun ignoring that part—unaware that their caution was being eroded by the will of Heaven itself.
One by one, more captains voiced support for the attack.
Even the Pirate Emperor was moved by the potential rewards.
To them, this was divine providence—a shortcut to godhood.
Pirates, by nature, lived for risk and profit.
And now, with Heaven recruiting them, they felt justified in assaulting a force they had always feared.
In the past, Great Yi's fearsome reputation had kept them at bay.No pirate dared provoke such an empire. But now—they had Heaven's backing.
Everything had changed.
"Great Yi is the number one Destiny Dynasty of the Human Race,"muttered a masked pirate quietly.
"It protects billions of human beings.Attacking it… that's something I can't accept.I too am human."
But even as this thought flashed across his mind, he struggled.
He couldn't stop others. He couldn't help Great Yi.The Heavenly Dao's restriction had already rooted deep in his divine soul.
This storm could no longer be averted.
He knew—this would be a catastrophe.
A massive slaughter was about to sweep the world.The skies would be painted with blood.
And yet, no one could stop it.
Unless… they could suppress the desire inside their hearts.
But the temptation was too great.
With the Altar's help, even a commoner could become a top-tier powerhouse in no time—perhaps even Prove the Dao in a single leap.
This kind of fortune, who could resist?
And not just in the Caribbean.
Across the other sea domains, countless monsters, demons, and beasts raised their eyes toward Great Yi at the exact same moment.
Their gazes burned with hunger.
They, too, had received the same summoning.
They, too, had learned of the Altar of Fate Seizure.
As long as they joined the campaign, they would gain the Altar's blessing—until the mission ended.
Within Great Yi, there were no monsters.
But outside—the world was overrun with them.
Many were already terrifying demon beasts.And once they evolved into full demonkind, their power would rise dramatically.
"Attack Great Yi.Seize their fate.Become stronger."
This single idea echoed in the minds of every monster and demon.
To become stronger—that was the one obsession that drove them all.
And now, a perfect path lay before them.
No one could stop this tide.
Night fell.
In the heavens above, countless stars twinkled—but among them, a streak of blood-red light suddenly swept across the sky.
The stars dimmed in its wake, their glow becoming strangely eerie.
And then—they flared brightly all at once.
Great Yi Celestial Observatory.
Jiang Ni and the many stargazing, feng shui, and fate-calculating cultivators lifted their heads in unison.
Their eyes widened in shock.
Their faces paled.
"A pack of wolves devours the tiger!!"
Jiang Ni exclaimed in horror.