C2131 Bad News Kept Coming

In the Origin Realm, the Otherkin, who bolstered their strength through their bloodlines, recently endured a nightmarish slaughter. The combined forces of the Gods, the Sky Fiend, and the Abyss's Evil God swept through the Astral Domain, decimating intelligent lifeforms. In a brief span, countless Otherkin warriors fell, the vastness of space turned into rivers of blood, and corpses littered the cosmos. A cataclysmic disaster shrouded the world.

Within the Sea of Fallen Stars, a celestial sea of Starshards, lay the forbidden area of the Starborn, off-limits to extraterrestrial beings since time immemorial. Now, amidst the meteorites and Starshards, the lifeless bodies of the Starborn were strewn about. Their lifeless eyes still gazed upward in despair, as if in their final moments they were searching for a glimmer of hope. To the end, they pondered the future and hope of their lineage.

The Gods from the Abyss alone were formidable enough to take on all extraterrestrial beings. Were it not for the Demon God Bertain's suppression, no alliance of extraterrestrial races could stand against the might of the Human Race. Now, the Star River and the Sky Fiend have aligned with the Gods, creating an unstoppable force that could devastate both heaven and earth. Furthermore, with dozens of ferocious Evil Gods from the Abyss joining forces with the Sky Fiend to ravage the heavens, one must wonder who could possibly withstand such power?

As the Beast Gods from the Wasteland sensed the dire turn of events, they fled back to their realm, and the barrier sealing the two worlds re-emerged, impenetrable to all. The valiant Starborn warriors, seeking refuge in the Sea of Fallen Stars, continued to be hunted to their deaths, with no glimmer of hope in sight.

At the fringes of the Sea of Fallen Stars, the Starshards were stained with the blood of the Starborn warriors. Among them was their chieftain, Ballo. With his handsome features and a demeanor of calm resilience, Ballo sat amidst the carnage, his body riddled with wounds, resembling a fractured marble statue. From his lacerated arms, bursts of starlight mingled with his blood.

His physique, painstakingly honed, resembled a shattered starstone on the brink of complete disintegration. Denise and the grievously wounded, unconscious Beru were among those encircling him, along with a cadre of Starborn warriors of the eighth and ninth levels.

Denise, of the ninth level bloodline, draped in a diaphanous gown adorned with embroidered stars at the hem, radiated a dazzling light. Yet her eyes were hollow, her consciousness fleeting, and her being permeated with profound sadness. Her father, Gheirat, had fallen in battle, and the Astral Domain he once ruled was now eerily silent, many Starborn having been mercilessly slain. Many of the deceased were her kin, who had cherished her as a treasured jewel of the cosmos. The relentless flight and the mounting deaths of her people left her without a glimmer of hope. She could not fathom who, if anyone, would remain by her side after the next confrontation, nor could she predict Ballo's fate.

"Denise, you must find your strength! If I fall, you are to be the next leader of the Starborn!" Ballo declared.

Moments later, once the starlight ceased to seep from Ballo's wounds and his condition stabilized, he rose abruptly. "An Evil God is approaching. I can sense it."

A desperate, fierce light blazed in Ballo's eyes as he thrust a sapphire ring into Denise's hand, commanding, "This ring holds the Starborn's treasure! Alley, Doggie, take Denise and the Great Sage to safety!"

"But Patriarch, where can we possibly flee to?" inquired the two prime-aged ninth level Starborn warriors, their voices laden with despair as they gazed at their venerable leader.

"We need a direction! Patriarch, even if we must flee, surely we need a destination?" they implored.

The Astral Domains of the Origin Realm were all under siege by the Gods, Sky Fiends, and Evil Gods. No refuge remained untouched, no sanctuary from the relentless pursuit of these formidable adversaries. Warriors of the Otherkin, those of the ninth, eighth, and seventh levels, Heirs of Blood, all were targets for extermination. Only the weakest, those incapable of breaking free from the celestial expanse, were spared from the mass slaughter.

Certainly, those with unique bloodlines and exceptional talents were singled out and slain.

It was a brutal and bloody campaign of annihilation. They longed to flee but had no idea where to seek refuge.

"Head for the Dark Realm! Find the path to the Dark Realm and enter it!"

With these words, Ballo charged into the sea of starshards behind him.

Already on their trail were three formidable Evil Gods from the Abyss.

...

In the Glimmerdrift Nebula.

In this forsaken Astral Domain, Elena of the Shura ascended to become a Golden Shura of the tenth level and the current leader of the Shura.

She was the new Blood King.

Hundreds of valiant Shura warriors followed her in their flight to the Glimmerdrift Nebula.

In a Frozen World, where the Wintermaw once stood, Elena ventured deep into a Frost Well, gathering ice crystals in an attempt to mend the Frost Well and forge a key to the Dark Realm.

Whoosh!

A lithe silhouette suddenly emerged from another realm.

Like a shadowy cloud, he paused silently in the midair, peering down.

"Elena, it's been a while."

He was Pattinson of the Shadowkin, now a servant to the Dreadlord of the Abyss, just like Awkwafina.

The Shadowkin, having pledged their allegiance early on, had secured their survival by serving the Dreadlord.

"The Shadowkin's lackey!"

Several Platinum Shuras rose up, hurling curses at Pattinson with indignant fervor.

The Shura, inherently fierce and warlike, were not disheartened by their dire straits but remained resolute and combative.

"Pattinson, I had assumed you were dead. To my surprise, you're still alive. Since you're here, Awkwafina and the Evil God can't be far behind, can they?" Elena remarked, her voice tinged with melancholy.

In the distant past, she and Pattinson were outlaws, and it was then that she became acquainted with Yu Yuan.

She and Pattinson once shared a profound camaraderie.

But now, Pattinson was an agent of the enemy, and she was the fleeing patriarch of the Shura.

They were sworn adversaries.

"Behind me, there's no Awkwafina. Instead, there's... the ancient Demon God Saca, along with some of the Gods' mightiest," Pattinson lamented.

"The ancient Demon God Saca!"

"Champions of the Gods!"

The Shura warriors, led by Elena, were plunged into despair by Pattinson's declaration.

The ancient Demon God Saca, a trusted lieutenant under Bertain, was at the height of his power, having slain countless alien beasts.

Rumor had it that even the strongest and most defiant alien beast kings had fallen to Saca's might.

His arrival signified that there were no alien beast kings left worthy of his attention—no need for his intervention.

Pattinson fell silent for a moment, then pointed to his head and said, "I remember our shared history. So... I'll act as if I've never seen you."

"Elena, the Glimmerdrift Nebula is no longer safe. It would be wise for you to depart at your earliest convenience."

With those final words, Pattinson of the Shadowkin dissolved into a shadow and disappeared.

Elena was taken aback.

She had not expected that Pattinson, after the Shadowkin had aligned with the Dreadlord and thus ensured their survival, would still honor past loyalties and spare her, risking so much.

"Is it possible he left only to alert Saca and the Gods?"

A Shura warrior muttered with unease.

"Regardless, we must make haste and leave. I have gathered enough Celestial Ice Crystals!"

Elena rose to her feet.

...

Stellar Oblivion.

Rebecca of the evilkind, utilizing a concealed spatial passage, led her elite kin from their domain on a flying carpet to the former stronghold of the Boulderdawn.

The once mighty gathering place of the Origin Realm's strongest had been reduced to ruins by the arrival of the Lord of Ruin.

The mountain in the Wasteland had vanished along with it.

In a state of desperation and lacking any other options, Rebecca considered the possibility of seeking refuge in the Wasteland.

After all, it was a better fate than remaining in the Origin Realm, relentlessly pursued by the Gods, Sky Fiend, and Evil God.

"Those deceitful and malevolent humans have betrayed us all!"

"They spoke of forging the New Everlands, luring us to the Ashlands, only to conspire with the Sky Fiend and Evil God, hunting us across the entire Star River."

Aboard the flying carpet, the evilkind clansmen, who had survived harrowing ordeals, bitterly denounced the Gods.

In the hearts of the enchantresses, these beings who had once called themselves humans and now arrogantly bore the title of Gods were more despicable than the Evil God and Sky Fiend.

The flying carpet had finally arrived at the once-thriving place, now laid to waste. Before the barrier separating the two realms, the ground was littered with the countless corpses of alien beasts, their blood having long since stained the starry sky crimson.

Many alien beasts had failed to reach the mountain in time, unable to enter the Wasteland through its heights.

They had been just a bit too slow, and as a result, upon their arrival, they were all mercilessly slaughtered.

The Evil Gods of the Sapphire Snail and Horned Demon clans, along with several Sky Fiends, were still unleashing their fury in the midst of the sea of alien beasts, relentlessly cutting them down.

"Run!"

Rebecca, quickly realizing the gravity of the situation, steered the flying carpet to escape.

"Once you've come, don't even think about leaving."

The Demon God Youqian, accompanied by the Sky Fiend Indigo Wraith, materialized behind Rebecca.

Youqian brandished the Tears of the Azurefiend and spoke with a detached tone, "We are simply following orders. Please don't hold it against us, Lady Rebecca."

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