Chapter 357: The Seven Martial Seas of the Dead

More than crazy… there's no saving them.

Professor Zhongtian's eyelids twitched violently.

When they saw the incoming lifeform wasn't 'from over there,' they sighed in relief—until they learned this lifeform intended to seize this world, pointing to that direction's land as its rightful claim, and their scalps exploded with dread.

That direction? That's the Eastern Nation, for god's sake.

That's the forbidden land of the gods, the taboo zone of every mythology, the most terrifying mythological site in the Initial Realm.

For them to try and seize that place—what else could it be but a death wish?

The key…

"He doesn't just want to seize the Eastern Nation—he wants the entire Eurasian continental plate."

In the command room, someone muttered something, and the entire scene fell silent.

Every face was etched with absurdity.

The Eurasian continental plate hosts countless nations—not to mention Asia has Chinese mythology, Indian mythology, Japanese mythology, nor Europe's mythologies—just the sheer number of these mythologies alone would fill an entire pot.

Not to mention the power of these mythologies—pull any one out, and they could casually destroy a world.

Now, this supreme lifeform intends to seize all these mythological lands…

Gao Xiang Hong's mouth hung open, stunned.

The next second.

He typed rapidly, sending news of Earth's events to the chat group.

Originally, he'd planned to notify the group owner and request help from the group's elders if the Shishan anomalies were caused by an invasion 'from over there.'

The group's big shots took this situation seriously.

The Initial Realm is the main force resisting the future 'from over there'; the gods fought bloody battles in the past, battling on the front lines.

Just this alone meant the group's big shots had to help—let alone they were group members, and the group owner was from the Initial Realm; helping the group owner and Xiang Hong's world was only right.

So Xiang Hong immediately contacted the chat group and sent the livestream link to let members watch.

The Immortal King with Chronic Rheumatism: {I thought Great Saint Jun was already reckless—but turns out there's always someone more reckless. }

Da Huang Tian Zun: {Challenging all mythologies at once? Just for that, I respect this brother. }

Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun: {Cough, this isn't recklessness anymore—it's a suicide pact. }

At this moment,

Every person across the world wore an absurd expression, staring at the lifeform as if it were already a corpse.

Especially those in the Chinese region and Ghana in Africa.

When people saw this lifeform point to the Eastern Nation's land and speak, in that instant, they seemed to hear—the familiar music—and saw—the familiar seven black brothers.

One led, six carried a coffin on their shoulders, swaying their bodies, dancing to the music.

They called themselves the 'Seven Martial Seas of the Dead,' the 'Seven Coffin Ninjas.'

They had a 'legend': When the Black Brother smiles, life and death become uncertain; when the coffin is lifted, the world turns empty; when the suona blows, piles of corpses follow.

In Ghana, at the funeral parlor,

Blackie, the director, twitched with anticipation, desperate to rush to Japan and hand this lifeform his business card to promote his services.

If this entire lifeform species died, exchanging their transcendental resources, they could collectively ascend—achieving transcendence in an instant, expanding their business not just domestically and internationally, but into other worlds.

Craft the finest coffins for powerful lifeforms from other realms, dance the most joyful dances.

The supreme lifeform knew nothing of mortal thoughts; his gaze fixed on the Eurasian continent, nodding with satisfaction.

Just now, he'd briefly sensed it.

This world truly had just endured a cosmic calamity—no trace of any powerful lifeform's aura remained.

At the same moment, other powerful lifeforms in the vicinity also began selecting territories.

Some chose Africa, others chose the Pacific, each vying fiercely, unwilling to yield the best lands.

Yet none dared challenge the supreme lifeform's claim to the Eurasian continent—as if his clan's power made all others unable to stand against him.

As the lifeforms fought over territory,

Takahashi, the director, could no longer sit idly—he ordered the translator to activate the public broadcast.

They'd already invaded their own territory, disrespected their gods—doing nothing now would be unforgivable; in truth, he'd been seething with rage.

Fuck, our gods fought to the death on the earliest frontlines, and you bastards come to loot while the fire's still burning? Too shameless!

"To all of Yongxing Realm, this is the Initial Realm. Please leave this place. If you depart now, we will overlook today's events. Otherwise, when our gods return, we will report this incident."

"Cultivation is hard—don't ruin yourself over momentary greed."

The loud words spread through the broadcast.

All the arguing lifeforms froze, stunned to hear this.

"Huh? That's our language."

"How do these people know about Yongxing Realm?"

Even the supreme lifeform was startled, his eyes flickering open as he turned toward the command room fifty li away.

That was the source of the voice.

The other lifeforms also noticed, turning their gazes there in surprise.

"Mortals?"

They were stunned—utterly astonished that such stern words came from ordinary humans; a quick glance confirmed they were all ordinary.

And how were these ordinary humans looking at them?

Not a trace of reverence, not a hint of fear, not a shred of timidity.

On the contrary—it felt almost… superior!

They froze, momentarily unable to react—it was the first time they'd ever seen this.

What's going on?

What's the deal with these mortals who aren't even as good as ants? Why aren't they afraid of them at all?

The key thing is, it would be one thing if you weren't afraid—after all, there are many people in this world with powerful hearts and minds, who don't fear the strong; even if their own strength is low, they possess the heart of a strong one.

But the current situation isn't right.

It's gone beyond just not being afraid—they're acting completely self-righteous, even arrogant.

You're just a bunch of ordinary mortals without even a shred of supernatural power. What right do you have to be arrogant? What gives you such pride and courage?

As for the return of the gods that Director Takahashi and the others spoke of, the powerful beings simply didn't believe it.

Please, we're not blind. We've scanned the entire world and haven't found a single powerful being, okay?

But how would the mortals of this world know their language, and know that they came from the Eternal Star Realm?

And in the subsequent broadcast, these mortals even revealed their species, clearly knowing all about them.

For a moment, all the beings were dumbfounded.

If this were before the emergence of the supernatural, when people saw these powerful beings, they would surely think they were immortals, would be afraid, would worship them.

But times have changed.

With the supernatural emerging one after another, people have grown accustomed to seeing powerful gods and demons, grand battlefield battles, immortal wars, and have even witnessed the River of Time.

Although these beings are powerful, they've built up immunity, not a single ripple of shock.

As for how they knew about these beings, all credit goes to the Codex of Beings, which contains introductions to these beings.

In fact, Kamikawa Mitsu deliberately added information about these invading beings to the first volume of the Codex of Beings; the beings in the first volume are all the otherworldly beings most likely to invade Earth at present.

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