Within the Ruin Realm, everyone focused their attention on Pang Lin. Pang Jian was no exception. Various thoughts raced through his mind as he held the Divine sword in his hand. A single bolt of silver lightning broke through the boundary wall, took on that uncanny form... and easily took control of the situation. He was unable to communicate with the soul imprint he had sent out of the Ruin Realm. The boundary wall had severed all connections. Within the Ruin Realm, he was unsure about the situation outside. However, he was sure that the sword light had reached Pang Lin. She likely pierced through the Ruin Realm's boundary wall by imitating him. Pang Li was not a World God herself, but her methods were beyond his comprehension. The possibility that a single strand of Pang Lin's soul imprint could seize the Divine Court of Thunder, suppress the towering ancient ape, and quell the chaos within the Void Realm was something Pang Jian could have never imagined. This vast realm was now saturated with her presence. To Pang Jian, it felt like the Ruin Realm was entirely under his sister's control. A strange light gleamed in Pang Lin's eyes as she whispered, "So this is a realm where I can leave my mark at will..." She paid no further attention to the apologies of the groveling ancient ape, nor to the Duke of Thunder's silence. Instead, she commanded the Divine Court of Thunder to sweep across every corner of the Ruin Realm. Eventually, the Divine Court of Thunder quietly shrank, its majestic palaces becoming refined and compact. Drifting through the stars, it descended into the heart of the twenty-four continents, probing their profound mysteries through the lightning veins in their depths. Fine bolts of lightning sank into the fabric of space, as if becoming the very laws in this realm. Bai Zi, Xing Huan, Mu Duo, and Great Demon God Fa Ji gathered silently beside Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul and observed the drifting Divine Court of Thunder with a mix of reverence and unease. After a moment, Mu Duo asked, "How do we get out of here?" The wonders of the Ruin Realm no longer intrigued him. He only wanted to return to the Darkcloud Realm and stay beside the young World Tree. "As for this competition to become the World God Paragon"—Fa Ji cast a glance at Yuan Yi, who was still kneeling on the World God Pendant—"Does it really even matter anymore? The strongest being in this realm isn't even a World God. What is there to compete over when someone that strong is among us?" Fa Ji dared not harbor any ill will toward Pang Lin. Being unsure of what to do next was a novel experience for a World God like him. "The Ruin Realm is a mysterious realm capable of transforming into any of the destroyed abysses," said the kneeling ancient ape. "The Wood Abyss, Star Abyss, Spirit Abyss, and Fey Abyss can temporarily reemerge through the Ruin Realm." The Duke of Thunder nodded in agreement, having regained his composure after the initial shock of Pang Lin forcefully wresting the Divine Court of Thunder from his control. "That's right. Any divine being can imprint their Dao upon the Ruin Realm. The Ruin Realm, devoid of native life, is like a blank canvas. Anyone can use their Dao to sketch and paint freely upon it. The one with the boldest brushstrokes, claiming the most space on the canvas, is the one most likely to take control over this realm. The Duke of Thunder's eyes followed the Divine Court of Thunder. "She's leaving her imprint across the Ruin Realm in her own way, aiming to seize it in its entirety." On the blood-colored World God Pendant, Yuan Yi, now in the form of a gaunt old man, wore a conflicted expression, clearly aware of the hidden workings at play. This mystical manifestation of Pang Lin had not only seized the Duke of Thunder's supreme divine artifact but had also erased all traces of the Dao of Life that Yuan Yi had imprinted across the Ruin Realm. He had always revered the Sovereign of the Fey Race. Faced with the knowledge that she had been reborn as a human and grown even more unfathomable, he dared not defy her and had immediately chosen to surrender. "Do you want to give it a try? Why don't we join forces and challenge her together?" the Duke of Thunder asked, turning toward the still kneeling Yuan Yi. "She isn't even in her true body. That's just a strange manifestation we haven't understood yet. Why don't we try?" Yuan Yi kept his head low, the light in his eyes flickering uncertainly, before finally murmuring, "I don't dare to." The miniaturized Divine Court of Thunder surged up from the lower layer in an instant, reappearing among the stars in the upper layer. Yuan Yi was filled with dread as he hastily tried to explain, "My Lord, I-I..." The Duke of Thunder simply let out a cold snort. His dragon form unfurled, claws coiled in preparation for a life-and-death clash with Pang Lin. "World God of the Celestial Abyss, Yu Hang." Pang Lin's gaze was fixed on the World God of the Celestial Race. "I sense a threat from you. I had that feeling, even in the Thunder Abyss. It's only grown stronger since then. You shouldn't be capable of threatening me, so tell me, what exactly are you hiding?" Hundreds of blinding lightning bolts branched out from the Divine Court of Thunder, coalescing into dragons, divine swords, rivers of light; all hurtling toward the World God of the Celestial Abyss, whose white wings were still scorched and burning. Pang Lin's expression was unusually cautious. After the flow of lightning had been severed and the Divine Court of Thunder had changed hands, she no longer regarded the Duke of Thunder, who failed his ascension to high-ranking godhood, as a threat. As for Yuan Yi, she knew him like the back of her hand. After her arrival, she was confident he would not dare betray her again. Yu Hang, on the other hand, had made her uneasy from the start. As her dominion over the Ruin Realm deepened, that unnerving feeling only grew stronger, finally prompting her to act. Pang Lin's aggression drew the attention of all the World Gods. "What's wrong with Yu Hang?" "The Celestial Abyss is a territory of the Celestial Race. Perhaps Yu Hang has long since defected to the side of Sovereign Luo?" The inconspicuous Yu Hang was the most grievously injured and had not even taken part in the assault on Yuan Yi. The World Gods were seriously confused about why the Sovereign of the Fey Race regarded Yu Hang with such hostility. Pang Lin's voice echoed in Pang Jian's mind. Brother, help me. Pang Jian trembled inwardly, his eyes flashing with surprise as he tensed his body in preparation, sharpening his focus to an unprecedented degree. Trusting his sister's instincts, he poured his divine power into the pure-gold divine sword in his hand before extending his divine sense to envelope the World God of the Celestial Abyss. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novᴇlfire.net Yu Hang scratched his head and was about to explain himself when the World God Pendant unexpectedly split open along a thin seam, like a gate being violently thrown open. A single drop of emerald green blood shot out from the World God Pendant in Yu Hang's hand, ablaze with light and radiating a strong vitality. Within the emerald green drop, a tiny figure could be seen, smiling faintly toward the entire Ruin Realm. A high-ranking Fey God, well-versed in the Dao of Life. The voice resonated within the mind of every World God present. Then, that drop of dark green blood vanished before everyone's eyes. Suddenly, Yuan Yi clutched his chest, coughing up blood. Terrified, he cried out, "My Lord! My Lord! That drop of blood went inside me! It belonged to a Sovereign who ascended through the Dao of Life! "He was born in the bizarre mist! He was the favored child of the bizarre mist in the previous era!"