Luo Hongyan's massive sphere of light dimmed. All six bodies of Luo Hongyan knitted their brows within the sphere of light, watching silently as layer upon layer of endless darkness crept in. Luo Hongyan had not noticed the subtle flaw that had formed in one of her six Divine Personas. Only after the Black Empyrean Phoenix pointed it out did she become aware of it. Upon closer reflection, if not for the wavering in her heart and her uncharacteristic emotions, she would never have recruited Han Yi and Ying Yue. After all, the two were hardly even worth the attention of a being like her. At the root of it all was the lingering bond she still held for the Abyss and for Pang Jian. Whether she admitted it or not, reality had already proven that she cared about that entangled past. Her plans in the Abyss would not have ended in such decisive failure if not for that. She fell deeper into thought. This old rival of mine never truly perished. Instead, her soul was scattered across a world steeped in murky energy. Does that mean my body in the Abyss was under her watchful gaze ever since it first went to Eight Trigrams City? Could she have influenced my time with Pang Jian from the shadows? Was this flaw deliberately engineered? Perhaps it wasn't an accident at all. Luo Hongyan pondered silently. Her six Divine Personas and bodies continued to brush against one another within the sphere of light, but continuously failed to merge. Her primary body, clad in white, glanced at the crimson-robed version of herself, quietly contemplating how to resolve the issue. Fu Ya's voice suddenly rang out from the Hall of Gods outside. Each divine seat corresponding to an Outer God rippled with intense spatial tremors. Many high-ranking Gods sensed the summoning of the Hall of Gods, but none could cross the vast starry skies to reach this battlefield without the God of Space to anchor and open a path for them. "That Illusory Void Realm has locked down the starry region I'm in. I cannot open a spatial rift!" The God of Space's agitated voice echoed through the Hall of Gods. "You two take down the Black Empyrean Phoenix's true body!" He had not expected the Black Empyrean Phoenix to leave the Abyss and even retain her former strength before her fall. She was clearly on the verge of death when she disappeared. How did she return to full power? Tian Yu could not figure out an answer to his own question. The starry region around him shimmered and twisted with streams of light. Pang Lin had brazenly revealed herself, wielding the Illusory Void Realm, the Spear of Ruin, and the Eye of Destruction to rip through his Shattered Void. His shock and disbelief at the situation only grew deeper. "Sovereign Luo's six bodies have developed a flaw. It'll be difficult for her to unleash her full strength," Fu Ya said. Tian Yu paused in thought, then replied, "Our old rival dared to open two battlefronts just to stop the three of us from joining forces and prevent the Hall of Gods from reaching its full might. Perhaps..." A new strategy formed in his mind. The Sovereigns continued to communicate through the Hall of Gods, deliberating countermeasures. What they did not realize was that Pang Jian's physical body in the Ruin Realm could overhear their conversation, thanks to the resonance between him and the desolate starry skies above the Abyss. The breakthroughs of the beings reborn from the World God Pendant were all fueling Pang Jian's rise. Primordial Chaos Spiritual Sea! The starry sky in the dantian of his physical body was becoming increasingly synchronized with the real starry skies above the Abyss. His divine sense could shake the fabric of space of the real starry region through the one in his dantian. Turning his gaze inward, he felt like a supreme ruler watching everything from above. Pang Jian could even perceive the smallest details within the Hall of Gods, except for Fu Ya's, Luo Hongyan's, and the Black Empyrean Phoenix's divine souls. As he gazed at the Hall of Gods, his sight and senses eventually fell upon the pyramid corresponding to the Demon Races. The bodies of Great Demon Gods Luan Ji, He Motian, Tian Wei, and Qi Ling had become alarmingly shriveled, their demonic energy and souls drained away as fuel for the Hall of Gods. Many of the low-ranking and mid-ranking Demon Gods below them had already faded into dust. Fu Ya was recklessly wielding the Hall of Gods in a desperate effort to combat the Black Empyrean Phoenix. Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 The Demon Gods were the first to be sacrificed as punishment for allying with him. If nothing changes, they likely won't live to see the rise of a Sovereign from the Demon Races. The Demon Races were about to suffer an unprecedented catastrophe. Knitting his brows, Pang Jian racked his brain, desperately searching for a way to rescue the imprisoned Demon Gods. With a Life Crystal, the World Tree had undergone a full transformation and swelled in size once again, its trunk glowing with a jade-like luster. Pang Ling's tangible body was adorned with natural armor that resembled tree bark. It glimmered like fine jade, radiating a rich aura of life, with light rippling beneath its surface like flowing water. "Rank Thirteen!" Pang Ling cheered, twirling joyfully in the air. Hundreds of branches extended from the World Tree, piercing multiple Void Singularities and thrashing wildly within, shattering them. The many wonders within the Void Singularities teetered on the verge of collapse. "A Rank Thirteen Aberrant Spirit!" Older True Gods like Lin Baixiang and Mu Qingya exclaimed, fully understanding the significance of her transformation. The World Tree, once wrongly deemed one of the sources of murky energy within the Fifth World of the Abyss, had ascended! A Rank Thirteen Aberrant Spirit was the equivalent of a Sovereign or an Exalted God. In other words, Pang Ling was now qualified to contend with a Sovereign! "Little Lin helped it, and in doing so, gained a powerful new ally!" Su Wanrou was overjoyed, her eyes curved with a smile. "With a Rank Thirteen Aberrant Spirit on our side, we could actually come out victorious in this fight against the God of Space!" "A Rank Thirteen Aberrant Spirit..." Lin Baixiang sighed in awe. Li Zhaotian burst into laughter, exhilarated beyond words. "The scales of victory are tipping in our favor!" Fear and uncertainty had been their constant companions since they had fled the Darkcloud Realm for the Bewildering Dustlands. Not long after, Zi Wu had appeared, followed by a steady stream of Outer Gods. Their circumstances had been dire, especially after learning that the older True Gods like Lin Baixiang were not the dependable pillars they had hoped for. Witnessing firsthand how harshly the True Gods of the human race had been treated in the starry skies caused many of the younger generation to fall into despair. Leaving the Abyss was like a lamb walking into a tiger's den. None of them had expected that grim situation to turn around. In the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis, Pang Jian's physical body and Divine Persona flared with blinding brilliance, illuminating the entire Ruin Realm. The stars, continents, and Heavenly Daos of the Ruin Realm fell into harmony. The various energies that the God King's skull previously drew in converged on the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis like a roaring flood. Pang Jian had become a terrifying magnet, pulling in the vast energies. The sight left Mu Duo shaken. Staring fixedly at the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis, he quietly attuned himself to the surge of energies. This terrifying shift...what's happening!? Is Pang Jian about to break into Sovereignhood?" Strands of Dao-infused lightning crackled around Pang Jian. Deep crimson, ghostly blue, pitch black, radiant white, and pure gold lightning flashed all around him. Pang Jian's physical body slowly rose from within the Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis. His crystalline Divine Persona emerged from between his brows, its brilliance outshining even the sun. It was so blinding that Mu Duo dared not look directly at it for long. "World Tree. Pang Ling." Pang Jian's voice echoed throughout the Ruin Realm. Though his lips did not move, his voice resounded in every corner, thunderous and overwhelming like a sky-splitting storm.