Chapter 316: Alliance Takes Shape

The Newborn Realm, Data Temple.

In front of Zhang Mei, the previously orderly blue data stream waterfall is no longer present.

The entire temple is stained a glaring blood red.

The sharp Alert does not sound, because within the 0.001 second after the Alert protocol is triggered, the monitoring node that would trigger the Alert has already been erased.

Thousands of Light Screens represent thousands of civilized worlds that have just joined the Newborn Realm alliance.

At this moment, three hundred and forty‑seven of those Light Screens are, at a visible speed, instantly switching from the emerald green that signifies "stable" to the dark red that signifies "collapse".

On the Light Screens, once‑prosperous cities are turned to scorched earth by black demonic flames.

Cultivators who have just connected to the Source of Creation Spiritual Energy Network have not had time to celebrate the new era's arrival before monsters emerging from fissures in the earth tear them to pieces.

A technological civilization that has just ignited its jump engine has its primary star's orbit pierced directly by a bone spear larger than a planet, bristling with barbs.

Destruction.

Simultaneously, indiscriminate destruction spanning hundreds of star regions.

"Information interrupted."

"Law contamination index spikes beyond the scale instantly."

"Before the distress signal could be sent, its source was erased from the causal layer."

Zhang Mei's voice does not tremble; she is like the most precise quantum computer, converting each desperate battle report into cold data and feeding it into the central processing Core.

The successful case of the Nine Profound Realm is like a bomb dropped into the stagnant void of the universe, causing the Newborn Realm's recruitment announcement to achieve explosive success. Countless civilizations struggling under Old Gods' oppression and a decaying world saw hope and hurriedly submitted alliance applications.

The alliance's territory expanded by thousands of times within a very short period.

Now, this prosperity is being "bad debt cleared" in the bloodiest possible way.

"Lawbreaker Legion" First Operations Command Center.

Li Hu slams a fist onto the star map formed of laws, causing the entire map to ripple violently.

"Report!"

A communications officer stands up, his voice trembling with excitement: "Cultivation World K-789, final footage captured successfully before loss of contact!"

The footage is projected onto the main screen.

It is a world suffused with immortal aura, where countless Sword Immortals wield flying swords in formation to battle the sky‑obscuring black monsters.

The next instant.

An indescribable will descended.

The sky cracks open, and an unimaginably huge eye burning with Abyssal flame opens behind the fissure.

Simply being gazed at by that eye.

The world's immortal Dao laws begin to collapse.

Flying swords fracture inch by inch, turning into rusted iron.

The glow of the Mountain Guard Formation bursts like a punctured soap bubble, vanishing silently.

All cultivators, regardless of their level, find their bodies twisting and mutating uncontrollably, black scales sprouting on their skin, malformed bone wings growing on their backs, and non‑human roars issuing from their mouths.

They have been "transformed".

From guardians of the world to monsters that destroy it.

At the footage's end, that massive eye seems to pierce space‑time and the monitoring formation, staring unblinkingly at everyone in the command center.

A grand, cold thought reeking of rust and sulfur detonates in everyone's mind.

"Newborn Orderer..."

"Insect."

"We are the universe's eternal decay and end."

"My name is Abyss Demon Emperor!"

The footage abruptly stops.

The command center falls into dead silence.

Li Hu's fist clenches, creaking.

This is not war.

This is slaughter.

The Lawbreaker Legion's strength lies in analyzing and rewriting laws. Yet the opponent directly polluted and rewrote every underlying rule of a world from a higher dimension!

This makes his proud legion like a bunch of fools wielding fire hoses, yet trying to extinguish the sun.

He knows this is no longer a problem he can solve.

This is a rival on his boss's level.

And he doesn't even have the right to meet the opponent eye‑to‑eye.

A strong sense of helplessness intertwines with even hotter battle resolve in his chest.

……

A corner of the Newborn Realm.

In a chaotic void, a light sphere ten thousand times brighter than an ordinary star pulses rhythmically.

That is Wang Zhitao.

He is digesting a recently devoured old evil god that refused the Newborn Realm's transformation.

The taste is average, a bit gritty.

Suddenly.

His hiccup stops.

His immeasurably massive body trembles slightly.

It's not fear.

It's excitement.

A craving for top‑grade ingredients that originates from the deepest core of the Devouring Primordial Overlord Body!

He caught a scent.

A scent that traversed countless dimensions and pierced precisely into the source of his olfactory sense.

That scent is older than the Father of the Void and purer than the Lord of the Abyssal Chasm.

It is filled with the fragrance of destruction and the sweet taste of Termination.

"So… so fragrant…"

Drool streamed from Wang Zhitao's corner of the mouth, enough to form a nebula.

His eyes instantly turned blood‑red; it wasn't a lust for killing, but the most primal impulse a glutton feels upon seeing a peerless delicacy.

He can hardly wait to take that guy called the Abyss Demon Emperor, along with the entire Demonic Path system behind him, and…

Package it, turn it into a chaotic stew!

…

Above the primordial Void, over the core of creation.

Wang Zhize's will hovered silently.

In front of him there was no Light Screen, no battle report.

Only the underlying data stream of the Newborn Realm Alliance Network.

The instantaneous collapse of those 347 worlds, to him, was merely 347 lines of code in a database being simultaneously injected with a high‑risk macro virus.

The will that calls itself the Abyss Demon Emperor, in his view, is not some incomprehensible great power.

It is a super worm virus with an extremely ancient signature authentication, exceedingly high privileges, and the ability to propagate across worldlines and self‑replicate…

Interesting.

Much more sophisticated than that Father of the Void who only knows how to delete databases and flee, and the Lord of the Abyssal Chasm who is merely a native bug.

"Possesses homology, but its infection protocol is more domineering."

"It bypassed the basic firewall of the Newborn Realm and directly attacked the terminal 'World' itself."

"Attack mode defined as 'existential meme contamination'."

Within Wang Zhize's will there was no anger, no solemnity, only the faint appreciation a programmer feels upon discovering a highly challenging new virus.

He extended a finger.

At his fingertip, the fragment of the Abyss Demon Emperor's will he captured was constantly shifting form, attempting to parse and contaminate his existence.

"Fine sample."

His will linked to the overwhelmed Li Hu.

"Li Hu."

"Boss! I…"

"Pause expansion, all legions shift to defensive posture, contract the front lines, and tally losses."

Wang Zhize's voice was as calm as if he were ordering a trivial matter.

"Yes! Boss, next we…"

"Wait."

That single word choked all of Li Hu's words in his throat.

Wait?

Waiting for what?

Wang Zhize gave no explanation.

His gaze pierced endless spacetime, landing on the vast universe tainted by Abyssal demonic aura.

A familiar, fear‑inducing curve lifted at the corner of his mouth once more.

Business can expand again.

"The Newborn Realm Cosmic Security Center, effective immediately, adds a new service—"

"'Demonic Path Virus' targeted elimination service."

"First-time eradication, free across the entire universe."

"As for that virus source that calls itself the 'Demon Emperor'…"

"Coincidentally, my Newborn Realm still lacks a 'Recycle Station' system responsible for handling universal negative entropy and civilization waste."

"You're it."