With a single shout, a massive temple appeared out of thin air. This temple was entirely cast in bronze, its surface engraved with vivid images: the chaos of creation, Pangu splitting heaven and earth, the glorious deeds of the Wu Clan's birth, their dominion over the land, and their struggle for supremacy with the demon race as protagonists of heaven and earth. Scene after scene was etched upon the temple, an eternal mark of the Wu Clan—a legacy of their civilization, a record of the deeds they took the greatest pride in.
This was the Pangu Hall, the ancestral temple of the Wu Clan's inheritance, and also their greatest foundation.
They had refined the Pangu Hall into an Eternal Ark, consuming countless resources, treasures, and materials of heaven and earth accumulated over generations. Now, it stood as an Ancient-class Eternal Ark. In the previous era, it had rendered immense service in the Eternal Night, carving out glorious achievements and countless victories.
At this moment, facing the decisive battle of the two realms, the Pangu Hall naturally revealed its boundless sharpness and unmatched majesty once more.
"War! War! War!!"
"In the beginning of chaos, who opened up the heavens and earth?"
"In the Great Desolation, who held dominion over the land?"
"In the age of turmoil, who forged reincarnation?"
…
Countless Wu Clan warriors shouldered their weapons and marched into the Pangu Hall. Accompanied by an ancient and desolate war song, an aura of primal wilderness swept across heaven and earth.
That shocking scene spread throughout the Eternal World. Countless races watched, their hearts filled with solemn reverence. Without doubt, the Wu Clan had always been one of the most supreme races under heaven and earth. Their strength was genuine, without dilution. For years they had lain dormant, striving to grow stronger. Not only had their numbers greatly increased, but their combat power had surged. With the support of the Destiny Dynasty, their growth was many times faster than before.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had returned.
Once the Wu Clan all entered, the Pangu Hall soared straight into the sky, heading toward the battlefield of the starry skies.
If the demon race dared to fight, when had the Wu Clan ever feared battle? How could they fall behind the demon race? If there was to be war, then let it be fought to the utmost—a battle to shake heaven and earth, to dye rivers with blood.
"The Beatsmen Clan, prepare to march!!"
A vast horn was blown. A colossal ancient city shot into the sky. This ancient city too was an Eternal Ark, carrying the wild and rugged essence of the Beatsmen . Army after army of Beatsmen poured into the city—this was the Beatsmen Clan's City of Ten Thousand Beasts.
Kobolds, werewolves, tigerfolk, and more…
One after another, Beatsmen armies, bearing sorrowful yet unyielding battle intent, boarded the City of Ten Thousand Beasts. For many, this journey meant no return. They would likely die in the starry void. On the battlefield, no one was spared from death. Whether they survived depended only on fate.
"Cannibal Clan, kill!!"
"Blood Clan, kill!!"
…
All the myriad races began to act.
Since the demon race dared to stand at the forefront, what reason had they to hesitate? They would simply fight—a battle not for life or death, but to vent the breath in their chests.
Race after race mobilized their armies, setting out for the battlefield of the stars.
War engines long hidden among the myriad races emerged one after another—top-tier Eternal Arks, supreme divine artifacts, and treasures forged by the greatest foundations of each race, modeled after supreme artifacts or Eternal Arks.
War!
At this point, every race of the heavens understood clearly—there was no retreat, not for themselves, not for the Eternal World. War was the final means of resolution. Either they survived through victory, or they fell and left their corpses on the battlefield.
During this time, however, the Human Race remained unusually still.
Dynasty after dynasty seemed to have fallen into silence.
Especially the Great Yi, which remained in a state of seclusion.
What they did, however, was open their doors wide to receive the peoples of the myriad races. The Great Yi had transformed into a colossal sanctuary, every day admitting countless beings from every race and quickly settling them down.
These settlements, without question, were placed within the countless leaves of the World Tree of Chaos.
Within those leaves lay endless empty spaces, capable of housing them to live and reproduce. The only restriction was that they were forbidden to leave without authorization, not allowed to walk out of their designated worlds at will. Beyond that, there were no chains. Every day, the number of beings entering the Great Yi was vast, impossible to calculate.
Time passed, day by day.
On the battlefield of the stars, the war had entered a white-hot stage.
Each day brought brutal clashes. Each day, countless corpses fell from the starry sky. Some belonged to Eternal Night, some to the Eternal World. None were whole—broken limbs and shattered remains rained down like storms upon the realms.
Blood rain floated endlessly through the heavens.
Since the war began, the rain of blood had never ceased, not for a single moment. At every instant, top-level powerhouses fought in the starry void, their divine arts colliding and releasing bursts of divine radiance as brilliant as the stars.
Across the realms, it was like the end of days.
Some perished in their sleep, struck dead when a head fell from the sky, leaving a crater a thousand feet deep. Some walking the streets were crushed to dust by meteors, their cities half destroyed. Some flying in the skies were pierced through by a falling broken sword, dying instantly.
The Eternal World was no longer something the word "tragic" could describe.
No one knew if their smile in this moment would be extinguished in the next instant.
At any time, bizarre objects might fall from the heavens. A single eyeball could drop and kill you instantly. Some bathed in the rain of blood mutated, losing reason and becoming demon slaves. Some suddenly went mad, slaughtering recklessly.
Chaos—every realm was slipping into chaos.
No one knew how much longer they could live, especially the ordinary beings who lacked strength, forced to silently accept fate's judgment.
Meanwhile, the nine-headed Hydra rampaged in secret, wreaking havoc. They had almost entirely stepped into the open, unleashing slaughter after slaughter, offering endless sacrifices. From the Demon Abyss surged waves of Eternal Night demon soldiers, spreading devastation.
On the battlefield of the stars, the progenitor of the Holy Spirit Clan stepped forth, treading the void with a peerless heavenly blade, battling Eternal Night demon gods in blood. Demon god after demon god fell beneath his blade, even as he himself was grievously wounded, bleeding across the starry void.
From Kunlun Divine Mountain, Tongtian Daoist carried four battle swords, stepping into the stars. The immense Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation descended into Eternal Night's skies, shattering stars, slaughtering billions, sacrificing their flesh and blood to the blades. Sword light cut across billions of miles, cleaving star after star.
The Supreme Purity Saint's Taiji Diagram revolved beneath him, transforming into a golden bridge that spanned the starry void. Under its radiance, stars seemed to halt in their rotation. His Vajra Bangle darted like a streak of light, smashing stars into fragments wherever it passed.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven rode a divine chariot, waving the Pangu Banner, releasing endless chaotic sword qi that swept through the stars.
Nuwa, the Guide, the Daoist of Heaven…
One after another, the greatest powers of the Hunyuan Realm stepped into battle.
Each was strong enough to suppress the starry skies. Each was a pillar of the Eternal World.
But as soon as they entered, Eternal Night unleashed Hunyuan demon gods of their own, binding them in fierce combat. One could see Nuwa, in her duel against a fallen demon god, suddenly pierce him with a sword from behind, her body exploding into blood mist—only for her to reappear the next instant from the void, unharmed, to resume battle.
Saints were bound to the Heavenly Dao. As long as the Eternal Heavenly Dao endured, Saints would not perish.
Of course, nothing was absolute. It was simply that the attacks were not yet enough to end them.
This battle raged for a full year.
In that year, countless stars were shattered in the starry void. Meteor showers fell unceasingly. The Zhou Tian Star Array was locked in deadly embrace with the Eternal Night Celestial Veil. At the edges of the void, entire star fields were reduced to ruins, stripped bare of stars.
Amidst this brutal war, one day, a terrifying shadow appeared without warning above all the realms of the Eternal World.
Rumble!!
Crack!!
Thunder rolled violently across the void. At the edge of the world-barrier, space twisted completely, then dissolved away. Emerging was a colossal landmass so vast no words could describe it. It was no smaller than the Eternal World itself—in fact, even larger, a true behemoth.
This land was a single seamless whole.
It appeared beneath the starry sky of Eternal Night.
As it appeared, the stars of Eternal Night blazed brilliantly, as if welcoming their sovereign's descent.
"It's here—that is the Eternal Night Continent."
"Terrifying… such a continent is beyond imagination. Worlds themselves are ants before it. How can such a land exist? Eternal Night is truly dreadful. No wonder, no wonder in the last era we never managed to set foot on the Eternal Night Continent. To gaze upon it alone makes one despair of resisting. It's inconceivable."
"The day has come. The barriers between the Eternal World and Eternal Night have completely dissolved. The two realms are now one. No more separation. Whoever wins is king. The final war has arrived."
With the Eternal Night Continent's emergence, the two realms fused fully.
Now the world's size far exceeded that of either realm before. Rules and laws of heaven and earth clashed violently under fusion.
In the Eternal World, countless realms erupted in disasters—entire realms frozen under falling icebergs instead of snow, entire domains consumed in volcanic infernos spanning billions of miles.
On the Eternal Night Continent, terrifying thunderbolts fell from the sky, shattering mountains into rubble.