The Ruin Realm streaked through the bizarre mist like lightning. The realm inside the colossal skull surged with chaotic energies. Waves of invisible energy rippled outward in concentric rings, sweeping tens of thousands of li across the bizarre mist in a breath of time. It could sense and identify anything unusual that existed within the bizarre mist, so long as it was not illusory or insubstantial. Pang Jian's divine sense became increasingly intertwined with the Ruin Realm and its energies, allowing his will to extend out through it to scour the bizarre mist for hidden treasures. Could other Dao Sources besides the Dao Sources of Soul and Metal be hidden in the bizarre mist? The Dao Sources existed in many forms. If the Dao Sources of Metal and Soul could be found, then surely so too could those of the Daos of Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, and more. The profundity of the Dao Sources was something Pang Jian had since gained a deep understanding of. Even a single shard of the Dao Source of Life, if grafted into the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis, could elevate it instantly and give rise to new miracles. Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth are the five fundamental elements of all creation, he mused. If the Dao Source of Metal exists, then surely the others do as well. They could lie in the starry skies or be concealed somewhere within this bizarre mist. Pang Jian continued his search. Time passed in the blink of an eye. One day, as Pang Jian was hovering above within the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis, he sensed a transmission from the Soulstream. Focusing his mind, he soon heard his younger sister's gentle voice echo softly through his mind. Brother. Many Outer Gods are about to descend upon the Bewildering Dustlands. I intend to involve myself in that matter as well. Brother, I know you care deeply about the battles unfolding there. I'll dispatch a few ancient Fey Gods to lend their support. Don't worry. I've built up a few loyal forces out in the starry skies. They're dependable enough to ease my burden. A light confidence danced in her voice. Hearing this, Pang Jian once again merged with the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis, allowing his awareness to drift outward into the starry skies. His divine sense soon locked onto the World Tree and the many figures gathered around it. Pang Jian watched as Fang Jiu killed Dong Yan, and Sword God Xu Ling boldly challenged Leng Jin. The battle has already started. Pang Jian replied in a low voice, his divine sense peering through leaf after leaf, observing the distant battlefield. What I'm worried about is the descent of a Sovereign in the Bewildering Dustlands. I've already healed their serious wounds. Some have even undergone breakthroughs. As long as no Sovereign shows up, they have the strength to contend with the Outer Gods. If I could enter the Bewildering Dustlands myself, our chance of victory would soar. Pang Jian's tone brimmed with confidence. Pang Lin chuckled softly. I see. It seems I've been overly cautious. The two Sovereigns are stationed in the starry skies above Abyss. They won't so easily shift their true bodies. At most, they'll dispatch some of their high-ranking subordinates to the Bewildering Dustlands. As for the God of Space, the leader of the Void Race has always been protective of his own and rarely leaves his domain. The God of Fate won't bother to appear for such 'trivial' matters. Brother, I've already activated the Illusory Void Realm. Keep an eye on the Bewildering Dustlands. If someone extraordinary appears, I may personally descend. As her voice faded, an image surfaced in Pang Jian's mind. Above a star shrouded in darkness, awe-inspiring Fey Gods assembled before an altar carved from black obsidian. A massive mirror materialized from the shadowy vacuum of space, its surface swirling like a black hole. Spatial ripples pulsed violently within the mirror, fiercer than any teleportation array. A hidden force within it seemed capable of rewriting the laws of space in an entire starry region. Suspended above the colossal mirror was a black phoenix, identical to the one in the Seventh World of the Abyss. Its monstrous eyes gleamed coldly as it looked down upon the assembled army of fearsome Fey Gods. All it would take was a single command from this black phoenix for the Fey Gods to plunge into the swirling black hole in the mirror. The Fey Gods stood at the ready, fully armed and dead silent as they awaited the black phoenix's order. The Illusory Void Realm is in my hands, Pang Lin said. With it, I can move through the starry skies at will, teleporting to any region I wish. Pang Jian's expression shifted. The Illusory Void Realm! He had heard about this artifact from the Abyssal Demon and a few World Gods. It was a supreme treasure of the Dao of Space, a divine artifact unrivaled in manipulating space itself! According to legend, the Illusory Void Realm was forged in the ancestral lands of the Void Race and was intimately tied to their origin. It was thus revered as their most sacred treasure. The Illusory Void Realm mysteriously vanished long before Tian Yu, the leader of the Void Race, ascended to Sovereignhood. For years, the members of the Void Race and Tian Yu himself had scoured the starry skies in search of it, hoping to reclaim it and return it to their ancestral land for veneration. Unexpectedly, this supreme divine artifact had ended up in the Ancient Fey World, in Pang Lin's hands. With the Illusory Void Realm, I could bring you into the Bewildering Dustlands as well, Pang Lin said with a laugh. Brother, if you wish to fight, I can clear the path for you. Using what as a medium? Pang Jian asked. Our connection through the Soulstream. Just like how you summoned the black turtle, the Black Dragon King, and the World Tree in the Abyss using the World God Pendant. The World God Pendant, Pang Jian mused. It has teleportation abilities. Does that make it a spatial artifact as well? Only half of one, Pang Lin answered from the shadowed stars of the Ancient Fey World. With that, she severed their connection and used the Illusory Void Realm to lock onto the Bewildering Dustlands. In the Bewildering Dustlands, Leng Jin raised his hand to control a frigid moon, his divine platform hovering beneath him. His Divine Persona emerged from between his brows. Endless light shone forth from that Divine Persona, merging with the radiance of his cold moon to conjure a realm of celestial strangeness. The dusty battlefield transformed into a divine domain with countless moons. The surrounding meteor fragments, debris, and stone dust all became luminous moons of varying sizes when the glow of moonlight touched them. "I am the supreme Moon God. That which my light graces will be reborn as the incarnation of the moon." Leng Jin swung his white jade staff with practiced ease. Divine power pulsed from his crescent-shaped divine platform, resonating with the profound truths sealed within his staff. The meteor fragments, debris, and drifting dust all converged like herded cattle. Everything in the area, so long as it was not under someone else's direct control, swiftly shot toward Xu Ling's sea of sword light. A thunderous shockwave surged from within the sea of sword light. Xu Ling's meticulously refined sword lights shattered under the barrage imbued with the Moon God's esoteric might. Faint silhouettes of Leng Jin flashed within that sea of sword light, only to be extinguished just as swiftly. This marked the onset of battle between two beings of equal standing. High-ranking God Leng Jin was known across the starry skies as the mightiest Moon God. He was also the one responsible for Xu Ling's grievous injuries in the past. Back then, even with his formidable skill, Xu Ling had been soundly defeated, forced to flee while bleeding and injured. Leng Jin saw no reason why this time would be any different. While Xu Ling had recovered, his cultivation realm had not advanced from before. "I'm not Dong Yan," he sneered. "There's no gap between us. I injured you before, and I can do it again today." Raising his white jade staff, he approached Xu Ling's sea of sword light. The crescent divine platform beneath him expanded, transforming into yet another radiant moon, hovering ominously above the sea of sword light. Xu Ling's ghost-like form hovered just beyond the sea of sword light, keeping a measured distance as he waited for Leng Jin's arrival. "They call me the Void Sword. You only know me for my mastery of the real and the illusory. That's why you assume my tangible form is my true self. But in the Abyss, the reason my name is truly feared..." His ethereal form shimmered as he transformed into a luminous divine sword of translucent white. The divine sword was one born purely of Xu Ling's will and was infused with his Dao of Sword. It silently thrust upward toward Leng Jin. "My Void Sword is also a Soul Blade!" The illusory divine sword abruptly vanished, reappearing within Leng Jin's sea of consciousness and piercing into his Divine Persona! The insides of the Divine Persona that had emerged from Leng Jin's forehead blazed with terrifying brilliance as sword lights furiously severed his insights into the Dao of Moon. Gaping cracks split open across his Divine Persona. That sea of sword light had merely been a ruse to draw Leng Jin in. Xu Ling's true Dao of Sword was rooted in the mysteries of the soul. The more mysteries he unraveled, the more terrifying his Soul Blade became. As Xu Ling was already in the Transcendent God Realm, his cultivation had not advanced under the World Tree's nourishment. After all, the next step was the Exalted God Realm, a threshold nobody had yet to reach. Still, Pang Jian had bestowed upon him a collection of soul-related divine techniques, drawn from the Soulstream of the Nether Abyss. These were the key to his transformation. Though his cultivation realm remained the same, his mastery of the Soul Blade had reached unfathomable heights. Leng Jin, having believed the sea of sword light was Xu Ling's true form, focused his attention and divine power there, sealing his fate. Soon, nothing of Leng Jin's insights into the Dao of Moon remained in his Divine Persona. Even all his memories in his sea of consciousness had been cut down and erased. This was the equivalent of brain death. This formidable Moon God was next to perish after Dong Yan, marking the fall of two Outer Gods. Zi Wu could not bear to watch any longer. "Stop throwing yourselves at them one by one! Go at them all at once!" he cried, body shrinking further into the spatial rift behind him. "Think back! How do you think the Hall of Gods was destroyed in the first place?! "If the human race were truly weak, we would have broken into the Abyss by now! Why do you think we've yet to purge the abominations that shattered the Hall of Gods?! The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 "Remember your advantage! There are only roughly a dozen of them. We outnumber them!"