The appearance of the Eternal Night Continent meant that the barrier between Eternal Night and the Eternal World had been completely dissolved. The laws of the two realms now clashed directly against each other.
Normally, such a fusion should have been a slow process, unfolding over time. The laws of the two realms would gradually adapt and merge, and even when the two realms became one, the impact upon both sides would be minimized.
But now, Eternal Night had forcibly pushed the fusion forward, eliminating the buffer of time. The laws of the two realms had not yet harmonized, and their collision immediately sparked the most violent confrontation, the fiercest of clashes.
The effects of this were directly reflected in both great worlds.
The laws of heaven and earth descended into complete chaos.
It must be understood: with the grade of the Eternal World and the Eternal Night World as primal source realms, any single law could easily give birth to a great world, sustaining its growth through time. Each law was like a colossal heavenly pillar supporting the firmament.
When these pillars collided, the first sign was the instability of the heavens themselves.
The power of these laws was devastating to both the Eternal World and the Eternal Night Continent.
In the Eternal World, some domains suddenly erupted in terrifying spatial storms, shredding entire realms into countless fragments, obliterating them. Some were instantly frozen, becoming worlds of ice and snow.
Others were swept by sudden gales, which left nothing behind—trees, flowers, beasts, even people—everything turned into ash, vanishing without a trace.
Across the oceans, towering tsunamis rose, swallowing everything in their path. A single golden flash split an entire realm in two.
On the vast Eternal Night Continent, the distortion of laws tore apart whole regions. The edges of the land cracked open under terrifying power, breaking into fragments. Each fragment was at least the size of a middle thousand world, and some as large as a great thousand world.
Any one of these fragments could give rise to a top-tier world.
The size of the Eternal Night Continent was simply too great. The Eternal World was made of countless realms gathered together, while Eternal Night's foundation lay in its single vast landmass. Its size was unimaginable. Through endless conquests, the Eternal Night Continent had continuously expanded. Under normal circumstances, not even battles between Hunyuan Realm experts could cause fundamental damage to the continent, much less shatter it or split pieces away.
Yet now, such fragmentation was happening.
Even the central regions were not spared from catastrophic disasters.
The collision of laws was too terrifying.
This was the pain both Eternal Night and the Eternal World had to bear—an unavoidable calamity.
"As long as we seize the Eternal World, all these losses can be recovered. Everything can be rebuilt anew."
The countless top powerhouses of Eternal Night remained unmoved as they witnessed it. They had prepared for this outcome. No matter the cost, as long as they achieved victory, they would reclaim it all—hundredfold, thousandfold.
But under this chaotic entanglement of laws, neither side could draw upon the laws of heaven and earth.
"The laws are in disarray, the Heavenly Daos entangled—Saints can no longer remain immortal."
At this moment, the Daoist Saints battling in the starry skies felt the shift, their hearts sinking.
Heaven's Dao endured, and as long as it endured, Saints could not die. This was a right granted by the Dao itself. But now, with the Eternal World and Eternal Night colliding, their laws in conflict, the Heavenly Daos were locked in battle. Neither could pay attention to the outside world. If a Saint died now, then they truly died. If the Eternal World's Dao won, they might revive after the war—but if Eternal Night triumphed, then fallen Saints would be erased forever from the river of history.
Thus, if they wished not to perish, there was only one path: to avoid being slain outright.
Otherwise, in this epoch, until the final result was determined, there was no chance of resurrection.
This was a horrifying reality. Saints were the foundation of the Eternal World, their greatest advantage being their undying nature. They could fight demon gods with reckless abandon, trading life for life. Now, that trump card was gone.
They could no longer act without restraint.
It was as if shackles had been placed upon their hands and feet.
The frustration was immense.
But Eternal Night faced the same constraints. Many demon gods who relied on the laws of heaven to revive were likewise stripped of that ability. Death would now be final.
For a time, the brutal war in the starry skies inexplicably slowed, sinking into a strange silence.
Crack!!
Rumble!!
"Heaven and earth bear witness—today, my Great Qin Sacred Court shall ascend as an Immortal Court!"
"Heaven and earth, hear my decree!"
At this moment, brilliant golden light erupted from the land of Qin. A massive altar to heaven appeared, and upon it stood Ying Zheng, clad in a dark imperial crown, gazing at the heavens. An invisible imperial might surged forth like a tidal wave.
"Billions of subjects of Great Qin—today, our destiny true spirit has reached a million zhang! Our people number in the tens of trillions! Fifteen realms are under our dominion, all united under our rule. The hearts of the world belong to Qin. Today, Great Qin shall ascend… as an Immortal Court!!"
Ying Zheng's voice carried the supreme majesty of the First Emperor, suppressing all directions.
No one dared look at him directly—it was as though the radiance would blind their eyes.
The feeling was terrifying.
"Immortal Court!!"
"Immortal Court!!"
"We are Immortal Qin!!"
Countless Qin citizens roared with frenzy.
Immortal Qin—their dynasty would rise to Immortal Court, becoming Immortal Qin.
Who would support, and who would oppose?
Those who supported should celebrate. Those who opposed—should be slain!!
"Great Qin is ascending to Immortal Court? Why now, of all times?"
"To ascend requires an ancestral vein. Where would Qin obtain one? The original veins were lost long ago—no one has claimed them. What is Qin planning? Without an ancestral vein, the odds of success are less than one in a billion."
"Has Qin gone mad?"
Among countless experts, confusion and disbelief arose.
Qin's actions seemed bizarre. Without an ancestral vein, failure was certain.
"Indeed… Ying Zheng is no simple man. He has lain dormant for so long—he must have a trump card. If others cannot secure an ancestral vein, then surely he has a way."
Yi Tianxing's eyes narrowed. He did not think Ying Zheng was courting death. That was not his nature. He kept watching closely.
Boom!!
The Heavenly Daos of the two realms were entangled, unable to manifest.
But the rules of destiny dynasties were already imprinted upon the world. Even amidst the chaos of collapsing laws, the process of ascension proceeded.
Suddenly, endless clouds of tribulation filled the skies. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a vast, black sea. Looking upon it, one instinctively sensed its bitterness. It stretched across the void, like a mirage, like a projection from beyond.
This was the Sea of Bitterness.
Within it, a colossal Gate of Immortality faintly emerged.
Roar!!
From above Great Qin, within its surging clouds of merit, a seven-clawed golden dragon appeared. Opening its maw, it swallowed vast waves of merit.
At that moment, a pitch-black ancestral dragon burst forth from Mount Li, roaring as it collided with the destiny dragon of Qin. The two merged as one.
"An ancestral vein!"
"Qin truly possesses an ancestral vein!"
Countless powers cried out in shock.
Qin had an ancestral vein all along, hidden deep within Mount Li. Not a single whisper had ever escaped. Where had this ancestral vein come from?
The question flashed across countless minds.
But Ying Zheng offered no explanation.
As the two merged, a profound change occurred. The black ancestral vein fused into the seven-clawed dragon, wrapping it in wisps of dark qi. Its divine light shifted, its aura becoming heavier, more real—completed.
Without hesitation, the seven-clawed dragon roared, streaking across the void, diving into the Sea of Bitterness.
It was fast—unbelievably fast.
It seemed to instinctively lock onto the position of the Gate of Immortality. Whatever method it used, the dragon moved as though it swam in its natural element, unhindered, accelerating at inhuman speed. In an instant, it reached the gate.
Without pause, it charged through.
Before anyone could react, it had already crossed the Sea of Bitterness and entered the Gate of Immortality.
The passage was completed.
From within the gate, immortal radiance flashed.
A purple destiny dragon slowly emerged.
"Purple!!"
"Great Qin has truly ascended to Immortal Court!!"
"How is this possible?"
Countless voices fell silent in shock.
Great Qin had ascended to Immortal Court. The process was even easier than when Great Yi had ascended—it seemed smoother, simpler, as though the difficulties had been stripped away. Or perhaps Qin had its own unique methods.
But there was no doubt—at this moment, Great Qin had risen as Immortal Qin.