Chapter 401: Primordial Universe Tremors

Such events also occur among the Mechanical Race and the Demon Race, and their methods differ little. Territory will first be ceded from those groups in which all Lords of the Universe have fallen, and any shortfall will be shared among the remaining races.

Moreover, whether Demon Race, Mechanical Race, or Insect Race, they all know that the territory coveted by the Human Race is the native land of their three races, so they endure the painful cession; otherwise, in their view, the entire cession would fall to subordinate species.

……

Primordial Universe, remote territory.

Within the Prison Race's territory.

Inside the massive divine temple.

"Demon Ancestor, latest news: the joint forces of the three great Peak Clans—Demon Race, Mechanical Race, and Insect Race—have failed, with heavy losses," the Lord of the Bar Lion said respectfully.

An incomparably tyrannical aura emanated from the massive throne, where the Demon Ancestor roared, "Useless! All of them are useless."

He did not expect the Demon Race, Mechanical Race, and Insect Race to fail so swiftly, leaving no time for his assistance. It truly caught him off guard.

He had originally intended to profit from the chaos.

"How about the Human Race's losses?" the Demon Ancestor stared at the Lord of the Bar Lion, ready to kill him at the slightest disagreement.

"Not a single human has fallen," the Lord of the Bar Lion replied cautiously.

"And the joint forces of the Demon Race, Mechanical Race, and Insect Race?" the Demon Ancestor pressed, exuding dense Black Mist that enveloped the entire throne.

"The three‑race alliance has lost 107 Lords of the Universe, over 60 of whom fell completely," the Lord of the Bar Lion replied, noting that these figures came from a friend.

Within the Black Mist, a massive claw suddenly elongated, seized the Lord of the Bar Lion's neck, lifted him high, and barked, "How is this possible? How can humans be so powerful? Even if the Giant Axe Founder were present, it couldn't cause the three‑race alliance to lose so many Lords of the Universe in such a short time. You aren't deceiving me, are you?"

"How could I deceive you, Demon Ancestor? I have a friend in the Insect Race Alliance who told me that without his duplicate, they would already have fallen," the Lord of the Bar Lion hurriedly added, fearing a delayed word would earn him death, "Moreover, in this battle, the enemy of the Primordial Universe, Lord of Purple Heaven, has ascended to become the Strongest of the Universe and has even joined the Human Alliance to aid humanity."

"Lord of Purple Heaven." The Demon Ancestor had previously clashed with the Lord of Purple Heaven before the latter became the Strongest of the Universe, having suffered a loss and thus aware of his might.

The Lord of the Bar Lion was lowered, the Demon Ancestor's massive claw retracted, and he calmly said, "The three races' strength has waned; they no longer deserve such vast territories."

……

Primordial Universe, remote territory.

Crystal Tribe temple.

Inside the crystal‑clear temple, the main hall is laid out in a circular pattern, with crystal thrones distributed throughout, sixteen in total.

Crystal Tribe elites sit upon the thrones.

Each of them possesses a flawless visage, regardless of gender.

Their bodies, forged like crystal, seem to gather the essence of the universe; a golden eye rests at the brow of each, radiating an unfathomable aura.

"Holy Lord, we have just received word that humanity has won, the three‑race alliance suffered heavy losses, and more than half of the Lords of the Universe have fallen..."

The Crystal Tribe Holy Lord, upon learning the news, expressed displeasure, "Humans have completely triumphed; the Demon Race, Mechanical Race, and Insect Race Alliance are truly incompetent!"

"Creator Lord, indeed they are overly strong!" the Crystal Tribe Holy Lord sighed.

He then extinguished the thoughts that had arisen earlier.

"Human territory has increased by more than double this time; surely more strong beings will emerge, and humanity's rise has become inevitable," a Lord of the Universe from the Crystal Tribe lamented.

……

Yan God Secret Realm.

In the Yan God Clan's temple, the Yan Emperor, upon learning the news, raged, "Humans have won!"

"Creator Lord, Luo Feng!" the Yan Emperor roared, having harbored deep hatred for the Creator Lord ever since the last time he was threatened to surrender the Disaster Armor.

"The Human Race opposes me; the Creator Lord, a newly ascended Lord of the Universe, even uses me as a stepping stone, and even the Immortal Luo Feng deceives me, using a mountain dweller to oppress me!" the Yan Emperor roared.

In the temple, each Universe Venerable sealed their hearing to avoid hearing anything untoward; after all, ignorance prevents leaks.

……

Within the Starlit Beast Sacred Mountain.

Amid the endless mountain range lies a Starlit Beast comparable to the mountain itself, the Starlit Beast Ancestor.

He gently opened his eyes, a golden ray shooting toward the heavens, the surrounding infinite spacetime trembling, and a whisper‑like voice said, "The Creator Lord is indeed so powerful!"

"I hadn't accepted his invitation earlier, unsure if that offended him," the Starlit Beast Ancestor thought, "Nevertheless, I have some rapport with his brother Luo Feng, so it shouldn't harm my Starlit Beast Clan."

Now that the Creator Lord is so dominant, the Starlit Beast Ancestor is somewhat worried; he had thought that even if the Creator Lord already has Yuan Zu's level of power, he would still fear overwhelming numbers.

No one expected the Creator Lord to possess such a bizarre secret technique.

……

The news of the Human Race's decisive victory over the Mechanical Race, Demon Race, and Insect Race alliance spread rapidly throughout the Primordial Universe; within a day, the Nine Great Super Powers, twelve top‑tier forces, and many other mighty powers were all aware.

Each of these powers reacted differently.

……

The originally fierce great battle among the four great Peak Clans, intended to sweep across all four clans' territories, unexpectedly only affected an uninhabited border region of the Human Race.

Countless ordinary lives remained completely unaware.

The originally massive migration, with the Initial Universe and Primordial Universe nearly overpopulated, was not hurriedly reversed by Human leadership.

Instead, they plan to wait until the Divine Eye Clan's crisis is fully resolved before releasing these humans' futures.

Nevertheless, the news of the Human Race's victory in the species war has already been released.

Initial Universe, Chaos City.

On the balcony of a mansion.

The handsome Immortal human, Hu Yanbo, was chatting on the balcony with a newly acquainted Immortal friend, celebrating.

"Hu Yanbo, this wine is truly excellent! The flavor is wonderful!" an Immortal god with a human appearance but six purple eyes lifted a cup of blue‑glowing wine.

"Shi Boliu, this was given by one of my disciples," Hu Yanbo laughed.

"Wow! Who is your disciple that can afford such fine wine? This bottle's exchange price on the Outer Realm Battlefield is nearly one million Mixed Yuan Units," Shi Boliu exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Hu Yanbo as if trying to see through him.

"With humanity's victory, we can return to the Human Race's territory—cheers!" Hu Yanbo raised his cup, waved his hand, and nine of his servants along with one before the Babata each produced a cup, after which his divine power poured the wine into ten cups.

"Cheers to the Human Race!" Shi Boliu rejoiced.

"To the Human Race!" the nine Immortal slaves all raised their cups.

"To the Human Race! To the Creator Lord!" Baba Ta shouted, and he was also thrilled beyond measure. (End of chapter)