In truth, even Li Wang did not believe his words. Yan Lie was a high-ranking God, and Luo Hongyan, a Sovereign. The two of them stepping out of the Seventh World signaled that the battle against the Black Empyrean Phoenix had already turned overwhelmingly in their favor. There was likely little Pang Jian could do against both Yan Lie and Luo Hongyan. Pang Jian, the strongest among them, would likely fall. The thought was a sobering one. It filled them all with despair. Pang Jian had forced the proud Zhu Ji to admit defeat. He had silenced Gui Mu with a single word. If even Pang Jian could not survive this, the rest of them had no chance at all. The hearts of the True Gods sank like stones. A chilling sense of finality crept in, a feeling that the future of the human race in the Abyss had already been lost. The Fey Spirit Continent in the Fourth World trembled. A resonant roar echoed from the depths of the earth like a primeval Fey God defying the heavens, shaking the blood of all the Fey Race on the continent. A massive chasm split open in the heart of a mountain range. Then, in a flash of verdant lightning, a muscular figure appeared. The assembled Fey Race watched as this powerful being in humanoid form shifted back to its original form. It was the black turtle! The murky energy of the Fey Spirit Continent surged like a roaring flood into the colossal black turtle, fortifying the black-and-gold shell on its back. Its large, ink-black limbs, thick as pillars, looked as if they could bear the weight of the continent itself. Three long ridges rose from its back, each brimming with power as if capable of rending the sky apart. Its blood essence was as vast as oceans and mountain ranges. Its presence alone blanketed the entire Fey Spirit Continent in overwhelming might. Gazing at it was like beholding the weight of entire continents. "It's the black turtle!" "He's one of our ancient ancestors! He pushed the Fey Spirit Continent out of the bizarre mist and gave us a continent to call our own!" The Fey Race erupted into cheers. The aura and form of this black turtle were nearly identical to the one depicted in the ancient scrolls. The black turtle was a legendary Fey God from the same era as the Celestial Phoenix, the Thunder Dragon, and the Primordial Serpent. Everyone had believed him dead, having sacrificed himself to push out the Fey Spirit Continent from the bizarre mist. No one could have imagined that he would return at this time. The Fey Race venerated the black turtle more than even the ancient Thunder Dragon. He was also the Fey God most closely allied with the human race. The black turtle's sudden reappearance felt like the return of their pillar of strength. The members of the Fey Race across the Fey Spirit Continent cried out his name and fell to their knees in reverent worship. His existence alone commanded true admiration, a Fey God before whom all members of the Fey Race bowed willingly, hearts full of awe and devotion. "The Fifth World!" the massive black turtle roared, vanishing from the sight of the Fey Race. A force hidden deep within the core of the seven continents in the Fifth World stirred at the arrival of another mighty being. Seven newly awakened surges of energy descended upon Pang Jian all at once, merging into him. This brightest light source in the Fifth World gained a profound and weighty presence. "Pang Jian, you are a World God!" The black turtle's voice echoed through the sky above the First Continent, solemn and commanding. The World God Pendant around Pang Jian's neck flared to life. The characters etched on its back started to shift and shimmer. After the characters "Gate of the" were the characters of "Shadow," "Thunder," and the newly emerged "Nether" next to the character of "Abyss." Every abyss Pang Jian had explored was carved into the pendant. Each of these characters had awakened, unleashing their latent power. The characters for Abyss, Shadow Abyss, Thunder Abyss, and Nether Abyss transformed into four hidden channels. The endless radiance that Luo Hongyan had unleashed into Pang Jian's body was redirected, flowing along those characters into separate abysses. Light drained from Pang Jian's body, and his luminescent figure dimmed. A brilliant light flared to life deep within the darkness of the Seventh World. Searing light pierced multiple regions of the eternally dark Shadow Abyss, where the sun and moon had never risen. Similar events occurred in the Thunder Abyss and the Nether Abyss. The black turtle's mighty cry had awakened Pang Jian from Luo Hongyan's overwhelming light. In that instant, he realized one of the World God Pendant's hidden abilities. By sheer force of will, Pang Jian had used the World God Pendant to deflect Luo Hongyan's devastating attack, breaking free of her powerful hold. "Black turtle!" he yelled. The Rank Ten Fey God floated outside the First Continent, his vast shell like a drifting replica of the Resolute Expanse. He clumsily nodded at Pang Jian, his deep aquamarine eyes shining with an unwavering strength. That Sovereign is not as invincible in the Abyss as you think, the black turtle said through their connection. Be cautious. I'm heading down to the Seventh World. The Black Dragon King isn't dead yet. He can still be saved. With that, the black turtle sank into the darkness of the Sixth World, wildly drawing in the murky energy as he did. Like the Black Dragon King before him, he too was rapidly growing stronger in the Sixth World, striving to ascend to mid-ranking godhood there. The black turtle's bloodline had remained at Rank Nine for ages. He had even yielded a Fey God seat to the Rock Bear, content to support the Fey Race from the shadows. However, a single conversation with Pang Lin had persuaded him to descend to the Fey Spirit Continent and use Corruption to rejoin the ranks of the Fey Gods. Unexpectedly, after stepping into Rank Ten, he immediately strove for the next realm in the Sixth World. Don't worry about the things above. Yuan Qi has already come into his own, the black turtle said calmly. As he spoke, a thunderous roar erupted across the Sacred Soul Continent of the Second World. A massive ape bared its fangs and launched skyward from the mountains. Spiritual qi swelled like a rising tide, flooding into the ape's body, causing his aura to climb rapidly. The Rock Bear and the White Lynx looked on in bewilderment. Has Yuan Qi already ascended as a Fey God? Why isn't he choosing to stabilize his bloodline? Why not remain on the Sacred Soul Continent and temper his body further? Why rush out into the open sky now? The gathered Fey Race were left confused and uncertain. Outside the Sacred Soul Continent, the three mid-ranking Gods were just about to split up and hunt down the True Gods when a massive ape appeared before them, his blood essence surging like a boundless sea. "A newly ascended Fey God!" Sha Jia exclaimed, taken aback. "That's odd," said Lie Yang, narrowing his eyes. "Aren't the Fey Race of the Abyss allied with Lord Sovereign? Look at this one. He's charging straight at us!" "The Black Empyrean Phoenix in the Seventh World is a Sovereign of the Fey Race," said Ah Man, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains. "As long as it retains even a shred of will, it can influence the collective will of the entire Fey Race." "In that case, I'll handle this one." Lie Yang stepped forward, eyes fixed on Yuan Qi. "A newly ascended Fey God is hardly worth worrying about."