Chapter 518

Across many regions, Earth kept spreading transmigrators.

The supreme Great Desolation's projected planes went mad, searching everywhere for the Great Desolation's location.

Three thousand Great Daos clashed and fought, special forces appeared and operated everywhere, the projected image of the River of Time spanned ten thousand realms, and many ancient yet eternal figures, as if standing above all else, shifted from overlooking the heavens to seemingly about to enter the fray.

On top of that, the Great Desolation had already entered the fray, splitting into teams that dispersed in all directions to invade the myriad realms and destroy the myriad realms.

The chaos of the entire heavens and myriad realms—how could words possibly describe it, how could language possibly summarize it?

Decay, chaos, destruction, emptiness, frenzy... Looking around, the entire heavens and myriad realms seemed on the verge of destruction, yet carried a hint of nirvana, as if to be reborn within destruction, to revive within annihilation.

Beyond words, impossible to describe.

In the unseen depths it was as though a great tribulation were about to descend upon the world; the entire heavens and myriad realms were saturated with waves of tribulation power, and under endless slaughter the minds of many powerful beings of the heavens seemed affected, their emotions growing restless—truly giving off that sense of immeasurable calamity.

Time flew, years slipped by.

In the blink of an eye, several thousand years had passed.

Because the entire heavens and myriad realms were in chaos, even though several thousand years had gone by, the Great Desolation still had not been discovered.

Even though the Great Desolation overlords invaded the heavens and myriad realms with complete abandon, and never bothered to conceal themselves at all, it was still so.

Unthinkable?

Absurd?

No.

It was purely because the heavens and myriad realms were simply too vast.

One must understand that while the heavens and myriad realms cannot be called truly infinite, they are not far off from it either.

The number of planes born each day exceeds hundreds of millions of trillions, and the total number of planes across the heavens and myriad realms is beyond estimation—the sheer magnitude of the area goes without saying; the Great Desolation overlords dropped into the heavens and myriad realms like a single grain in the ocean, naturally hard to discover.

Even though, over these several thousand years, the number of planes the Great Desolation overlords had suppressed in total already exceeded a hundred million trillion, it was still so—compared to the planes of the entire heavens and myriad realms, it didn't even amount to a fraction of a fraction of a fraction; one can well imagine.

Suppress!

Refine!

Suppress!

Refine!

In just a few thousand years, though the increase in the Great Desolation overlords' own strength was negligible, the increase in strength and cultivation base of the Great Desolation's living beings and armies was unimaginable, and had already reached an utterly terrifying extreme.

After all, this was using the foundation and origin of hundreds of millions of trillions of planes to strengthen and elevate themselves, waging war to sustain war, constantly expanding and nurturing themselves—the effect and benefits achievable could well be imagined.

Of course, although they had not yet been detected or discovered, through the unseen feedback of the supreme root-tier position, all the Great Desolation overlords had already sensed something, and had already gained some enlightenment.

The great war... is about to begin!

There is no more time left!

"Halt. By my command, proceed to the center of the heavens. Our realm can no longer remain hidden for long. Those of you who needed tempering have been tempered, those who needed preparation have prepared. Life or death—let this be decided in this one battle."

"If we endure, our realm shall reach the supreme root, we shall reach the supreme root, and you shall all become immortal, shall all stand above the heavens."

In the east of the heavens, Supreme Hongjun's movement paused, his gaze turning toward a corner of the void, a hint of temporal rhythm surfacing in his eyes. In an instant, he withdrew his gaze, slightly raised his hand, and said in a deep voice.

Though he was not Brother Fuxi, nor did he wield the supreme authority of time and space, his strength had after all reached this stage; employing the power of time and space was naturally no difficulty for Supreme Hongjun, and naturally effortless.

This much need not be said.

It's not as if cultivating one authority means one can only employ that authority—that's nonsense; "master one path and all paths are mastered" speaks precisely of this.

"We obey the Dao Ancestor's decree!!!"

"We obey the Dao Ancestor's decree!!!"

Supreme Hongjun's three thousand apostles and hundreds of millions of trillions of living beings shouted in unison.

And at the same time, this very scene was unfolding in other regions of the heavens and myriad realms as well.

In perfect tacit understanding, as if by unspoken accord, all the Great Desolation overlords ordered a halt to the fighting, ceased invading the myriad realms, and instead all announced they would proceed to the center of the heavens.

As if by a sudden inspiration, as if by an unseen enlightenment, all the Great Desolation overlords had made the same choice and decision.

The Final War... shall raise its curtain!

The true curtain shall be drawn! Two.