In a lifeless starry region above the bizarre mist, a massive object wreathed in flames could be seen slowly rising, immediately drawing the attention of many. The Fire God Yan Lie, who had just departed from the sun, was soaring on top of his flame-wreath divine platform. When he happened to glance down at the bizarre mist, his towering body shuddered violently. The blazing armor covering Yan Lie, his very bloodline, and his innate divine techniques all resonated with that rising object! "The zenith of the Dao of Fire and the Dao of Sun!" Yan Lie was shocked. The fiery patterns on his breastplate rippled, and his blood boiled like a volcano. He did not know that the strange object was actually the skull of the God King, Yan Hao, but he instinctively sensed that within it lay a fortune capable of helping him break through to the rank of Sovereigns! Sovereign Luo had granted him great favor, but even she lacked the power to make him a Sovereign. In the end, he would have to rely on himself. As though he had completely merged with his divine platform, Yan Lie transformed into a dazzling fiery meteor that shot straight toward the strange object rising steadily out of the bizarre mist. "What a magnificent realm! It's abundant in fire and solar energies!" However, as he drew closer, he saw that within that glowing, fire-wreathed object, there weren't just stars and continents. It also contained someone he knew all too well. "Pang Jian!" Yan Lie cried out in shock and hurriedly tried to contact Sovereign Luo, urging her to come at once. Elsewhere, also in the starry skies, where several Great Demon Gods currently gathered— "Luan Ji... he's killed Yuan Hui in a fair fight." Tian Wei was holding a chunk of black crystal demonic stone, using it to communicate with Demon Gods in another realm. Silently, he activated a drop of his blood to reveal a recorded scene from the past. In the recording, the Abyssal Demon could be seen wielding a black-gold demonic sword, piercing through Yuan Hui's head and devouring her soul with the Primordial Demon Fusion Art. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel※fire.net Before Yuan Hui's soul was extinguished, she muttered incessantly, seemingly repeating Luan Ji's name. After the recording ended, the three Great Demon Gods exchanged strange, uneasy looks, each a little worried that Luan Ji might do something irrational over Yuan Hui's death. "I know that Yuan Hui was deeply devoted to you. You're not going to..." Tian Wei asked, sounding slightly concerned. Luan Ji let out a surprised, dismissive laugh and calmly said, "I've always known she was a fragment split off from the Primordial Demon, and I've always known what her ultimate fate would be." The Great Demon God narrowed his eyes, cold indifference gleaming within them, and added. "She was the only one who didn't know. Or perhaps she knew and just didn't want to admit it or accept it." He Motian, the many-faced, many-armed Demon God, relaxed a little at those words. "If that's so, once Lord Primordial Demon breaks through the barriers of the Abyss and devours and refines the Abyssal Demon, he'll reabsorb all the nine fragments. At that moment, Lord Primordial Demon will instantly become the mightiest of all Demon Gods. He'd be close to becoming a Sovereign by then." He Motian firmly believed that the Primordial Demon was the greatest source of strength and backer of the Demon Race in the starry skies. He was also convinced that the Primordial Demon, a being they all worked hard to create by fusing all the Demon Gods and Great Demon Gods' Dao of Demon, was destined to become the strongest demon in existence. "Between the Abyssal Demon and the Primordial Demon, there will likely be a brutal struggle for dominance. The Primordial Demon may not have an assured victory." Luan Ji's mouth twisted in a cold smile, but he didn't explain the hidden meaning of his smile. Suddenly, the souls of all four Great Demon Gods began to tremble. Qi Ling was the first to shoot out from the star, descending toward the bizarre mist. "Fa Ji is also down there!" Tian Wei narrowed his gaze and immediately noticed Fa Ji, who had hurried off not long before, standing atop a vast sea of demonic energy. Within that pitch-black sea were countless fallen ancient Demon Gods, as if stepping alive out of the mists of history itself. Luan Ji and He Motian also flew downward, both startled by the sight of that strange sea of demonic energy. "That whirlpool, driven by countless Demon Gods, burning with demonic fire and surging with demonic souls. That's unmistakably the Primordial Demon Fusion Art created by Lord Primordial Demon!" The first Great Demon God diving toward the Ruin Realm, Qi Ling, cried out in shock. "It's devouring the stars and continents in that strange realm! No—it's actually devouring everything!" Tian Wei, followed closely behind, unleashing his Primordial Demon Eye to peer into the Ruin Realm before suddenly shrieking, "It's Pang Jian!" He saw that the one commanding that vast sea of demonic energy, wielding the Primordial Demon Fusion Art, was none other than Pang Jian from the Abyss! Above the moon, the two Outer Gods, who had been bestowed with Sovereign Luo's favors, carefully studying the Dao of Cold and comprehending lunar divine techniques, were startled by the uproar from the other Outer Gods outside. They focused and listened intently, quickly learning that some strange object had flown out of the bizarre mist. They also faintly heard words like human, True God, and Pang Jian. Han Yi immediately broke off her meditation and directed her divine platform to depart from Ying Yue's Lunar Divine Palace. Ying Yue was equally shocked. She feared Han Yi might do something reckless, and also worried that Pang Jian might say something inappropriate after leaving the bizarre mist, dragging them both into trouble. With these concerns in mind, Ying Yue quickly followed after Han Yi. The two Outer Gods left the Lunar Divine Palace one after the other, placing themselves in the cold, dark starry skies, gathering divine power in their eyes to peer at the strange object below. They saw a colossal, majestic figure radiating brilliant golden light, floating within a vast starry sky. They also saw a sea of demonic energy, within which countless Demon Gods worked together to drive a massive vortex, devouring everything within that strange realm. Additionally, they noticed an expansive palace complex filled with countless palaces, wreathed in endless lightning and supported by countless lightning vortexes, floating directly beneath that radiant, golden figure. "H—he's become this strong?" Ying Yue said with a strange light flickering within her eyes. Her divine consciousness, divine power, and blood essence couldn't penetrate that strange realm filled with stars and continents. But judging from what she could see with her eyes alone, Pang Jian clearly had the upper hand in that realm. "Xing Huan! The high-ranking god, Xing Huan!" "Mu Duo of the Wood Race!" "And Fa Ji, the leader of the Demon Gods within the bizarre mist!" "Why are all those figures inside that strange realm? Judging by the way they look, they all seem to care quite a bit about that human!" "His name is Pang Jian! He's the one who ruined Sovereign Luo's plans and Yuan Yi's scheme in the Nether Abyss to fail!" "Pang Jian? Pang Jian of the human race?" Near Han Yi and Ying Yue, members of the Spirit and Ghost Races, along with several Demon Gods, all chattering at once, allowing the two to learn the ranks of the gods within that strange realm. Ying Yue felt an even deeper shock. She hadn't expected that Pang Jian today would be able to draw the attention of so many high-ranking gods. Above howling Sunken Crypts, an ethereal, slender figure appeared. The high-ranking god of the Ghost Race, Zi Mo, cast a glance at the strange realm below, and a bitter expression spread across her elegant face. She knew all the major events that had taken place recently. The Great Demon God, He Motian, an ally of hers, had long since defected to Pang Jian's side, and his decision was not even made under duress. All of her and He Motian's schemes, along with Sovereign Luo's plan regarding the Black Empyrean Phoenix, had been ruined by Pang Jian's sudden rise, leaving her with nothing. She had lost her forces and pawns while watching Pang Jian's cultivation realm and combat prowess grow at a terrifying pace. Several of the high-ranking gods within that strange realm were her peers, with them having equal status in the Hall of Gods. Yet, those very high-ranking gods were now looking at Pang Jian with clear reverence and fear in their eyes. She didn't know what that strange realm truly was, didn't understand how it had broken free of the bizarre mist, nor what had happened within it. She only knew that as the high-ranking god of the Ghost Race, she would likely never again be able to threaten Pang Jian. "The Divine Court of Thunder! "That man from the Spirit Race, I think I've seen him in one of the ancient scrolls! That's Ling Yun, the pride of our Spirit Race!" "The ancient God of Life, Ling Yun?" "The mentor of our current leader?" More voices erupted in excited discussion among the gods of the Spirit Race, their words sending a shiver down the spines of the other gods watching from the starry skies. Born in the Spirit Abyss, the Spirit Race's ancient God of Life had once led the gods in a bid to rule over all living beings, demanding that all other gods treat him as the supreme being. His deeds and legends were known not only within the Spirit Race but had spread to other races as well. And now, the same ancient God of Life, who had vanished for countless years, was appearing once more in that strange realm below. Judging by the scene, he seemed to be in direct opposition to Pang Jian. Those gathered were confused by what was going on.