Chapter 369: The First Battlefield

Various divine arts simultaneously clashed against the sealed passage.

Boom—!

The thunderous roar shook every corner of Earth.

Five worlds' immortals, demons, and gods struck together, shaking the five fractured channels of the Heaven-Earth Separation—channels sealed by the Dao, and piercing them meant opposing the Dao of this world.

Even though this Dao was fractured.

The Heavenly Dao was shaken, and the blue Earth trembled violently.

Fortunately, Luwu Niu, the Demon Lord, and others stationed here acted in time, forming a protective array with their bodies to guard Earth's heavens and earth—otherwise, such bombardment would have triggered floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

The violent impact caused the entire Earth's spatial void to shudder as if crying out in agony.

The sealed passage was guarded by this world's Dao, a membrane that must be pierced to emerge from the channel.

This membrane was connected to the world.

Piercing the membrane meant weakening it until it became as thin as parchment.

Precisely because of this, the space of this world grew thin, triggering terrifying chain reactions.

Boom!!

A deafening, earth-shattering sound.

From one world's passage, several immortal, demon, and god beings unleashed great divine arts; the passage rippled like a stone cast into a lake.

Then, Earth's sky changed.

"Look over there!" someone cried in terror, voice cracking.

The five otherworldly immortal, demon, and god beings also sensed it, lifting their gaze toward the heavens beyond the passage.

There, above Nebraska, USA—the very passage from which the earlier assaults had come.

The sky, like a sheet of white paper, thinned and turned transparent under violent trembling, as if drenched in water, glowing through.

"Damn! The passage is linked to this world—our strikes on the passage have weakened the spatial void of this world!"

Above Nebraska, USA.

The azure sky had become luminously transparent—not so that one could see the stars beyond, but in another kind of transparency.

People looked up.

Within the transparent sky, vast, endless lands stretched beyond sight.

Countless stars hung above the land, rivers of stars inverted like silver curtains, majestic and overwhelming, filled with grandeur and brutality.

Divine auras and demonic light erupted, immortal auras and demonic radiance blazed—countless immortals, gods, demons, demons, and Buddhas fought bloody battles, shattering lands and tearing apart starry realms.

Every aura was terrifying; every divine art seemed ready to overturn all existence, with not a single ounce of restraint.

Only forward momentum. Only an unyielding vow to kill the enemy.

Faintly visible, a god wreathed in countless thunder punishments, his eyes transformed into gleaming Lei Chi, raised his warhammer—ten thousand myriad lightning bolts fell from the nine heavens.

That boundless land crackled with lightning and thunder, dazzling even gods and demons.

The warhammer descended like an ancient divine mountain crashing down, accompanied by countless thunderbolts, all converging upon a powerful being across the battlefield.

Here became an ocean of thunder—thunder seas drowned the powerful being, his flesh and soul utterly erased by lightning.

Too powerful.

That thunder god charged through the battlefield like an ancient primal ox, thunder rolling, bringing divine punishment upon the battlefield.

"Lei Shen Thor!"

People recognized this thunder god—he was Lei Shen Thor from Norse mythology.

This was the Original Battlefield!!

The otherworldly immortals, demons, and gods had pierced the passage, thinning this world's space, allowing the ripples of the Original Battlefield to pass through the void and manifest here.

The immortal, demon, and god beings from the Five Otherworlds froze in shock, standing motionless; some trembled uncontrollably.

What did I just see?

Is this the Original Battlefield?

Gods and demons walked like dogs, immortals and demons crowded thickly—immortals long thought mythical now appeared faintly.

Vast stretches of battlefield, each one an immortal or demon performing terror, forging legends, writing their own glory.

Where gods rose to glory on the battlefield, there gods fell—becoming stepping stones for others, buried far from home, eternally sleeping here.

The aura of gods and demons surged like an endless ocean, roaring and destroying all.

Countless divine arts filled every stretch of battlefield; watching gods and demons as powerful as themselves perish, crushed to ash, shattered into soul fragments, they trembled uncontrollably.

They had thought themselves mighty in their own worlds, atop the Jin Zita, titanic beings.

But in truth, in this Original Battlefield, the strongest among them were merely centurions—mere minor leaders; the strongest among them barely reached the mid-tier, most hadn't even reached mid-tier.

Sssss!!

The immortal, demon, and god beings who pierced the passage felt their scalps go numb, their bodies and souls freezing, utterly devoid of warmth.

"He… he's looking… at us…"

A god or demon chattered, teeth clattering—since becoming a god or demon, they had forgotten what fear felt like, yet now fear rose again in their hearts.

In that realm of countless thunderbolts, now a vast Lei Chi.

That being they had once revered as a god—the Lei Shen—after slaying another terrifying entity, frowned slightly, then slowly turned his head.

Gazing through ten thousand eons, through infinite void, he looked across the Original Battlefield toward them.

A pair of Lei Chi eyes, countless thunderbolts surging, radiating an indescribable majesty and punishment.

So profound, as if piercing the distance, seeing through all things under heaven and earth.

He's looking at us?

He saw us!

In the passage, immortals, demons, and gods were all horrified, realizing they had become overconfident; though the gods had been fighting on the Primordial Battlefield, their commotion was so great that they could sense it.

They had ultimately failed to reach that level, forgetting that for such primordial and ancient titans, space, distance, even time itself meant nothing—they could traverse and peer through them!

Earlier, no one had paid them any attention simply because they were all busy—busy fighting on the Primordial Battlefield, busy carving out a bright and clear world for the Initial Realm, fighting to forge a beautiful future.

Now, the immortals, demons, and gods had weakened and pierced through the veil of the void.

Even if they were busy, they all now knew, all understood what had happened here.

Then,

Immortals, demons, and gods from other worlds were also terrified; some dropped to their knees on the spot, barely missing bowing their heads in apology, barely missing turning and fleeing.

There was no choice.

It wasn't that they were cowardly!

It was just damn terrifying.

The gods fighting on the Primordial Battlefield—Lei Shen, Tsukuyomi, Luxi, Anubis, and countless other deities—turned their heads to look over.

Standing on the Primordial Battlefield, they stared directly toward Earth, the immortals, demons, and gods.

Being watched by a host of beings at least stronger than immortals, some even immortal, they were already lucky not to have pissed themselves.