Chapter 262: The First Battlefield Appears

In the Wanhuang Realm, although Luwu Dou and Luwu Wei had departed, news of the Origin Realm, the Luwu Clan, and other matters spread throughout the Wanhuang Realm.

On that day, when Minghong had begged the two for help in securing the City of Humans, while traveling, someone mustered courage to ask about the Origin Realm and the Luwu Clan; Luwu Dou and Luwu Wei did not conceal anything and revealed everything.

"Nine Steps of the Gods? The God-King is merely a Second Step Realm cultivator?!"

As the strength and cultivation realms of the Origin Realm became known, no one was unshaken; all races were moved.

Even the top ten races of the Wanhuang Realm were profoundly shaken—how powerful the Origin Realm truly was, and that their own world had merely been born from a fragment of the Origin Realm's ancient lands.

Whether news of the Origin Realm's strength, the Luwu Clan, or the Luwu Clan heir's talent and power—all without exception—each piece stunned the Wanhuang Realm.

In the lands of the Human Race: the City of Humans.

Statues of Luwu Dou and Luwu Wei were erected; though they were servants of the Luwu Clan, they were also great benefactors of the City of Humans, their names destined to be engraved in the City of Humans' history, honored alongside its ancestral founders.

On that very day the statues were erected.

Leaders of numerous races from the Wanhuang Realm came to the City of Humans, seeking to submit to it, hoping to become its vassals—all minor races, who had learned of the Origin Realm's might, the City of Humans' ferocious reputation, and its immense potential, and understood well the wisdom of clinging to a strong leg.

Even though the City of Humans was not yet the strongest in the Wanhuang Realm, it was merely a matter of time.

Given time, the City of Humans would inevitably rise to stand atop the pinnacle of all races in the Wanhuang Realm.

It was foreseeable that this day, when the various races arrived, would be the beginning of all races paying homage.

…

Meanwhile.

Earth, United States.

Kamikawa Mitsu was touring Disneyland with his sister, Takee Sashiko; he was aware of the situation in the Wanhuang Realm, and when shaping Luwu Dou and others, he had spent Script Points to grant himself the ability to observe Luwu Dou and the others.

After all, they were tasked with promoting the might of the Origin Realm and were his Luwu Clan servants—if they met misfortune or died in the other world, not only would the promotion of the Origin Realm fail, but the other world might look down upon the Origin Realm, and the Luwu Clan's reputation would suffer.

To prevent accidents, Kamikawa Mitsu needed to know Luwu Dou and the others' movements at all times, ensuring he could intervene promptly.

"The plan on the other world is progressing well; it's time for the next plan."

As Kamikawa Mitsu murmured, he boarded the roller coaster with Takee Sashiko.

…

Earth, Europe, Russia.

An old-fashioned bar.

Though it was broad daylight, the bar was packed, lively, crowded—among this warrior race, drinking knew no hour; whether acquainted or not, once you drank this shot of vodka, you and I were brothers.

Undeniably, the warrior race was truly a warrior race—everywhere one looked, the bar was filled with burly men.

"Have you heard? Lucifer and Tsukuyomi have appeared in Tokyo, Japan." A massive, broad-shouldered man sat down at a small round wooden table, drinking liquor like water.

Upon hearing this.

His companion at the table rolled his eyes: "Walter, have you been screwing your wife for a day and night, or did your internet just get connected? Everyone knew this news yesterday."

"Oh? Really?" Walter scratched his head, showing no embarrassment, and laughed heartily: "I was busy building a treehouse for my boy yesterday—I didn't go out or watch TV, so I didn't hear."

Since the gods returned, relations among nations have become delicate, conflicts have decreased, and internet communication has surged.

De facto, world peace.

In daily conversations over tea and meals, people no longer spoke primarily of family or work, but of gods, the supernatural, demons, and so on.

"You say Japan has so many supernatural events, yet why is our side so quiet?" Walter took a large gulp of liquor and grumbled: "My boy's been begging to go to the U. S. or Japan, saying he can meet gods there—it's driving me crazy."

"Our side is quiet because our country has no great myths—but honestly, I envy Japan so much, being able to see gods right outside your door. If I could look up and see a god from my own yard, I'd gladly die for it."

His companion clinked glasses with Walter, joking.

Just as Walter was about to reply, screams erupted from the street outside the bar.

"My God, what is that?"

"Ahh!!!"

"My God, am I dreaming?"

The voices were many, loud, and so noisy they carried clearly into the bar.

Huh?

The patrons inside the bar were puzzled—what were those people outside screaming about?

One drunken, ill-tempered giant, irritated by the noise, slammed down his glass and stormed out of the bar, cursing.

"What the hell is going on out—WTF!!"

Less than a second after opening the door, everyone inside the bar saw the giant's furious expression vanish instantly—his eyes bulged, his anger disappeared, replaced by sheer terror, his deep, resonant voice shrilling like a woman's scream.

Instantly, Walter and the others could no longer sit—they rose and hurried toward the bar's entrance, eager to see what was happening.

As they stepped outside.

Walter and the others followed the gaze of everyone on the street, looking upward.

"My God!!"

Like the people on the street, Walter and the others all screamed in shock, eyes wide with horror.

Above the sky.

The clouds, as if crushed by an invisible pressure, visibly sank downward—vast stretches of cloud, stretching countless kilometers, collapsing toward the earth.

As if the sky itself would collapse in the next instant.

A suffocating, oppressive atmosphere rapidly formed—every person stared at the sky, feeling something would emerge from it in the next second.

Then.

From the center of the cloud section plunging toward the ground, it began to turn blood-red, spreading rapidly outward.

Even the void itself changed, like a canvas being pressed from within—something was forcing its way through.

A terrifying pressure descended.

Every person trembled violently, tongues stumbling, paralyzed by sheer terror.

"The sky is collapsing!"

Walter's companion shouted, his eyes filled with terror.

Earlier he had been complaining that there were no supernatural, divine, or yokai incidents discovered on their side, so he couldn't witness them in person—what a pity—and envied places like Japan for being able to see them firsthand.

Now that a supernatural event had truly occurred in their own area, he couldn't be happy at all—only panic.

At the same time he understood that witnessing it in person was no happy matter—this was damn life-threatening! Perhaps Japan's side envied them for having no supernatural incidents, because that meant safety.

The next moment.

The sky shattered.

It was not an abstract description, but truly shattered—broken like a mirror, collapsing past the limit of what it could bear, and bursting apart with a roar.

Even the cracks spreading outward looked like porcelain fracturing—ghastly to behold.

Especially the scene visible through the fissures, which made one shiver involuntarily down to the depths of one's soul.

"The Primordial Battlefield?!!!!!"