In the Fifth World of the Abyss, Yu Xin, now a Rank Ten low-ranking God, found Xuan Ying in a region thick with demonic energy. "What on earth is happening?" Yu Xin asked. "None of the Demon Gods are responding to you anymore?" Xuan Ying, also at Rank Ten, wore a bitter expression. "That's right. I can't reach Great Demon Gods He Motian, Luan Ji, Tian Wei, or Qi Ling." Suddenly, Xuan Ying's demonic soul surged wildly. Banners covered in eyes roared toward them, unleashing an overwhelming pressure as they approached. The many warriors of the Demon Scale Race, the Demon Bull Race, and the Horned Demon Race all recognized the lean, imposing figure hovering among the many banners. It was Great Demon God Fa Ji, the leader of the Demon Gods in the bizarre mist! He had come in his true body! Xuan Ying, the warriors of the Demon Races, and the human cultivators of the Demon Sect all fell to their knees. Yu Xin of the Celestial Race tactfully kept her distance, though her heart was filled with deep questions. High-ranking Gods can already enter the Abyss? If Fa Ji himself is here, doesn't that mean those high-ranking Gods loyal to Sovereign Luo will follow soon? It seemed a new wave of turmoil was about to sweep through the Abyss. The races banished to the Fifth World could soon get another chance to ascend. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 "The Demon Races of the Abyss." Radiating an aura as sharp and fierce as a spear, Fa Ji hovered above the warriors of the Demon Races. His vast demonic will spread out like an ocean, sensing the unease and fear that had taken hold of the warriors after losing contact with He Motian and the other Demon Gods. Fa Ji let out a quiet sigh to himself. Flicking a banner at Yu Xin, he sent the leader of the Celestial Race in the Abyss away like a tuft of willow fluff in the wind. "My Lord, is this really your true body? Yu Xin is our ally. Why did you send her away?" asked an elder of the Demon Races, voice trembling. Xuan Ying was also confused. "Our superiors in the starry skies haven't answered us at all lately. Have they abandoned us?" Fa Ji found it hard to speak when faced with the expectant faces of his kin. Hesitating briefly, he finally said, "We've run into some difficulties out there. That's why He Motian and the others haven't been able to respond." "What kind of difficulties?" Xuan Ying pressed. Fa Ji fell silent in thought, then decided to avoid giving details and simply said, "It won't be long before one of our Demon Gods ascends to Sovereignhood. As long as a Sovereign emerges, I believe that the catastrophe we're facing will be avoided. "Everyone! Rest assured! The Demon Races are the bravest and most battle-hardened of all the races. There will always be a place for us, be it in the bizarre mist or the starry skies beyond!" Xuan Ying's eyes lit up with hope as she asked, "Do we still have a chance to return to the upper worlds and leave this world through the barrier?" "Uh..." An awkward look crossed Fa Ji's face. Choosing his words carefully, he said, "The boundary wall of the Abyss no longer places any restrictions on you. Achieving godhood doesn't require any external help either. Leaving the Abyss once the grand event is over will be no problem at all, but it's safer to stay here for now." The Demon Gods were in dire straits out in the starry skies, and the Demon Races shared that same fate. Ironically, the abysses within the bizarre mist were actually safer at the moment. The Primordial Demon and the Abyssal Demon need to settle their battle soon. Fa Ji thought silently to himself. On the Resolute Expanse in the First World, Qi Qingsong stared at a golden bee with a concerned look. "Pavilion Master, Li Wang, Su Wanrou, and Zhu Ji have been gone for a long time. Did something happen to them?" Qi Qingsong asked the bee. "What about Pang Jian? Has he returned to the Abyss recently?" Zhou Qingchen, Zhuang Yuyan, Chen Weihuang, Hu Yuanfei, and the other younger human cultivators also looked uneasy. Lately, rumors had been spreading, claiming that the True Gods who went down to assist Pang Jian had fallen in the lower worlds along with him. The fact that many True Gods had not been seen since only seemed to confirm those rumors. Without powerful True Gods to hold the line, the human race would not be able to suppress the foreign races in the Fifth World or the Fey Race powerhouses scattered throughout the Abyss. The black turtle, Yuan Qi, Black Dragon King, Ice Armor Eel Dragon, and Rock Bear alone could sweep across the First World and leave the human sects gasping for breath. "He's still alive," said the Bee Sovereign through the golden bee. "Not only alive, but doing very well." Suddenly, the bee's voice changed. "I'm fine," Pang Jian said through the golden bee. "I'm in the Seventh World, right beside that Black Empyrean Phoenix's remains. There's no need for you to worry about me. "As for the other True Gods, I actually sent them to the starry skies. They won't be coming back anytime soon." Pang Jian looked at his old companions through the golden bee's eyes and noticed that most of them had already reached the Immortal Realm. "You've all advanced very quickly. It won't be long before you can try to break through to the True God Realm yourselves. "The Abyss will soon face a true catastrophe, with more Outer Gods invading. Be ready to fight." In the Seventh World of the Abyss, Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul hovered before the Black Empyrean Phoenix's forehead. The thought of the Outer Gods breaching the boundary wall left him feeling deeply heavy-hearted. The seven towering Heaven Ascension Tribulation Pillars were essential for restoring the Hall of Gods, and the Outer Gods would undoubtedly fight to seize them. Can the Abyss, at its present strength, really stop those Outer Gods? Sovereign Luo, Fu Ya, and the God of Space can't descend with their true bodies, but can they possess high-ranking Gods to set foot in the Abyss? The longer Pang Jian thought about it, the more anxious he became. Suddenly, the Dao of Life in his Immortal Divine Soul stirred. A forest of towering trees erupted with immense vitality in his liver, where he stored the mysteries of life. An illusory cyan city formed within the internal world of his liver. The emergence of this city, linked to both the Ruin Realm and the real Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis, elevated Pang Jian's understanding of the mysteries of life to a new level. Life energy holds boundless vitality. I can use this pure power of creation to cleanse and reshape my Immortal Divine Soul! New insights into the Dao of Life flooded his mind. His prismatic Immortal Divine Soul was a crystallization of all kinds of energies and contained vast reserves of Fortune. The appearance of the phantom Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis caused Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul to feel as if it were nourished by life-giving rain. Does the Exalted God Realm require the power of creation itself? Or does the Immortal Divine Soul have to be turned into a being of flesh and blood?