Chapter 370: The Heaven Weeping Phenomenon—The Struggle Over the Tiny Black Dot

It's too late to regret now.

The gods have already discovered them; there's nowhere to run.

Just as they were caught between advance and retreat, helpless and bewildered.

In the primordial battlefield, heaven and earth trembled, chaos surged with slaughter, and the color of the starry sky changed.

Vast and boundless battlefield, the heavens turned crimson as blood, and blood-colored rain fell; heaven and earth shook with lamentation, as if heaven wept and earth wailed, mourning for something.

An indescribable sorrow spread through heaven and earth.

Lei Shen, Luxi, and other gods froze, withdrew their gazes from this place, and turned toward the deepest reaches of the Nine Heavens at the center of the primordial battlefield.

There, blood gushed freely, staining the long sky, even forming a blood-colored Tianhe hanging inverted from the Nine Heavens.

In this primordial battlefield, littered with corpses and countless immortal gods and demons fallen, stained skies with divine and demonic blood were commonplace.

But this time, it seemed different.

The blood-formed Tianhe shone brilliantly, crimson yet unmistakably representing death.

Yet it bestowed boundless vitality upon gods and demons; each drop of blood contained infinite life force, as if inexhaustible.

The blood-colored Tianhe gleamed, shining even across billions of miles, as if illuminating life and death, lighting up the mortal realm and illuminating the netherworld, blurring the boundary between life and death.

Heaven wept.

Earth wailed.

This phenomenon had never been seen before.

The immortals and demons of the five worlds stared in confusion, not understanding what was happening, yet faintly sensing that something monumental had occurred in the primordial battlefield, tied to the blood-colored Tianhe in the depths of the Nine Heavens at its center.

Perhaps some great figure had bled out on the battlefield and perished.

For whether from the blood-sprayed Tianhe or the weeping heavens, all signs pointed to this.

As expected.

All gods and demons in the primordial battlefield were shaken; some roared in grief toward the moon, shaking the Three thousand worlds; others' eyes split with rage, their divine and demonic power running wild.

It seemed the weeping heavens phenomenon was unbearable, something they refused to accept.

Suddenly.

A god-demon from the Eternal Star Realm stared at the strange phenomenon in the primordial battlefield, as if remembering something, murmured:

"Could this be the Heaven Weeping Phenomenon?"

All gods and demons turned, puzzled.

Heaven Weeping Phenomenon?

A phenomenon where heaven cries? What could cause the Dao of heaven and earth to weep?

Without waiting for others to ask, the god-demon spoke slowly, as if answering himself or voicing what all hearts wondered:

"I once visited a world where an ancient scroll described the Heaven Weeping Phenomenon: it is said that when a god or demon attains immortality and indestructibility, they transcend life and death, escaping the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

Such immortal beings are supreme entities recognized even by the Dao of heaven and earth.

Should they perish, they trigger cosmic upheaval—heaven and earth weep, blood rain falls, and the cosmos moans in lament.

Therefore… the Heaven Weeping Phenomenon signifies the death of an immortal…"

His voice trembled at the end, shaken, eyes fixed unblinkingly on that primordial battlefield.

It matched the ancient scroll's description of the Heaven Weeping Phenomenon too closely.

Blood rain across the land, heaven wailing in sorrow—wasn't this the Heaven Weeping Phenomenon?

"Impossible. Immortal beings exist only in legend; such entities are invincible—how could they be killed? Even on that battlefield, immortals were top-tier beings; how could they die?"

Some gods and demons refused to believe it.

Then, the next second, they were proven wrong.

"An immortal has died…"

A low voice spoke, quiet, yet clearly audible to all immortals, demons, and gods across the five worlds.

Turning to see the speaker, it was Luwu Niu, a god-demon from the ancient clan Luwu of this world.

Since witnessing the blood rain over the primordial battlefield, his expression had grown Solemn, his eyes never leaving the blood-colored Tianhe deep within the Nine Heavens.

This world is the Origin Realm, possessing a civilization dazzling beyond all others.

Not only immortals, but beings transcending time itself existed here—this was the mainstream of the River of Time.

Luwu Niu was a god-demon of the ancient Luwu clan of the Origin Realm.

If even he said an immortal had died, it was virtually certain an immortal had perished.

A collective gasp of shock.

All immortals, demons, and gods turned pale in horror.

An immortal perished?!

That was an immortal! A supreme being whose lifespan rivaled heaven and earth, whose radiance matched the sun and moon, an eternal one who had broken free from the bonds of life and death—yet… he died?! How could this be…

Who killed the immortal?

At this moment, all immortals, demons, and gods were reeling.

Countless people across the globe were terrified, but more were filled with dread.

The Heaven Weeping Phenomenon meant an immortal had perished—unavoidably, they thought of Su Daji and the withered old man of the extinct lineage.

They were both immortal beings.

The day they had clashed, striking deep into the Nine Heavens, it was precisely in that direction.

Could one of them have perished?

"Please, not Su Daji," Director Takahashi prayed.

Though Su Daji had nearly destroyed a generation of Japan, forcing Abe Yasachika and Saicho the Master into the primordial battlefield to remain forever lost, even the most perceptive knew.

That battle was not Su Daji's fault; it was all the doing of Emperor Toriha, and she merely responded in self-defense.

Now, Su Daji too fights on the Initial Battlefield; whether she fights for King Zhou Di Xin or for the Initial Realm, she is nonetheless fighting on the Initial Battlefield, worthy of reverence.

If such an existence perishes, it would be a great loss to the Initial Realm and to the past, possibly altering the course of the war.

An immortal existence, even on the Initial Battlefield, is an indispensable force, capable of tipping the balance of an entire realm.

People do not wish for an immortal of the past side to perish; they pray and hope that the immortal who falls belongs to the future side.

"My god!"

"What is that?!"

"Holy shit!"

Countless people across the globe widened their eyes and screamed in terror.

In their prayers, they saw the blood-red Tianhe rain down, and a tiny black dot descending; at first they thought it merely a shattered star, appearing as a small black speck from afar, but as time passed, the black dot kept descending.

Toward their world.

The appearance of that tiny black dot seemed to ignite chaos across the entire Initial Battlefield.

Countless gods and demons roared, shattering Shanhe, shattering the void of the heart.

Both the past side and the future side launched attacks, reaching for that tiny black dot.

The great war erupted once again, sparked by a tiny black dot.

Countless people on Earth and the immortals and demons of the five worlds were stunned—what was that tiny black dot, that both past and future fought over?

Then.

They saw the tiny black dot hurtling straight toward Earth; more precisely, the past and future sides fought over it, and the past side, to prevent the future side from seizing it, blasted the black dot, altering its trajectory.

Their sole aim: prevent the future side from obtaining the tiny black dot.

Countless gods and demons struck, each participant at least at the Immortal-Demon level—only those of that tier could join this struggle.

The tiny black dot pierced through one void after another, crossed one starry expanse after another.

People finally confirmed: the tiny black dot was truly heading toward them.

As the black dot drew ever closer, they finally discerned what it truly was.

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