C2131 The News of the Death of the Souls

In the vast expanse of the Origin Realm, foreign races that relied on their bloodlines to amplify their strength have recently endured a nightmarish slaughter. The Protoss, Devaputra, and Abyss Evil Gods united their formidable powers to ravage the Starfield, decimating intelligent races with ruthless efficiency. In a brief span, countless foreign warriors fell, their blood turning the cosmos into crimson rivers, and their bones littering the heavens—a world shrouded in apocalyptic ruin.

Amidst the Shattered Star Sea, a celestial expanse composed of star fragments, has long stood as the Star Race's sacred ground, forbidden to outsiders. Now, it is strewn with the lifeless bodies of Star Race clanspeople amidst the meteorites and celestial debris. The deceased clanspeople's eyes, devoid of life, gaze upward in despair, as if in their final moments they were still seeking a glimmer of elusive hope. Until their last breath, they pondered the future and hope of their Star Race.

The Protoss, originating from the Abyss, could single-handedly challenge all extraterrestrial beings. Were it not for the suppression by the Great Demon God Beilstein, none of the combined forces of the Outland Star River could stand against humanity. Yet, in the current state of the Outland Star River, the Protoss and Devaputra have aligned, creating a unified force of devastating power.

Moreover, with the aid of dozens of fierce Evil Gods emerging from the Abyss, these allies have swept through the heavens. In this world, who could possibly withstand such might? The Beast Gods from the Desolate Realm, sensing the dire circumstances, retreated, and the barrier sealing the two realms reemerged, impenetrable to all.

The valiant warriors of the Star Race, fleeing to the Shattered Star Sea, continue to be hunted to their deaths, with no glimpse of hope on the horizon. The star fragments at the sea's edge are now drenched in the blood of the Star Race's warriors, led by their chieftain, Barol. With his handsome features and resolute character, Barol sits in silent vigil, his wounds like fissures in a shattered marble statue, his arm emitting bursts of starlight mingled with his blood.

His physique, meticulously forged, resembled a shattered starstone on the verge of complete detonation. Surrounding him were Denise and the grievously wounded Beru, along with a contingent of Eighth and Ninth Level Star Race warriors.

Denise, of the Ninth Level bloodline, donned a diaphanous gauze dress adorned with stars at the hem, radiating a dazzling light. Yet her eyes were void of spirit, her consciousness adrift, her being permeated with profound sadness. Her father, Gheirat, had fallen in battle, and the Starfield he once ruled now lay silent, its inhabitants mercilessly slaughtered. Many of those lost were her kin, who had cherished her as a precious jewel of the cosmos.

The relentless flight and the mounting death toll among her people had extinguished any glimmer of hope in her heart. She couldn't fathom how many would remain by her side after the next battle, nor whether Barol... would survive.

"Denise, you must find your strength! If I fall, you will become the next leader of the Star Race!"

Moments later, when Barol's wound ceased to emit starlight and his condition temporarily stabilized, he rose abruptly. "The Evil God is upon us; I can sense it."

A desperate ferocity gleamed in Barol's eyes as he thrust a sapphire ring into Denise's hands, commanding, "This ring holds our Star Race's treasures! Ali, Doggie, take Denise and the Great Sage and flee!"

"But Patriarch, where can we possibly go?"

Two Ninth Level Star Race warriors in their prime gazed at the elderly patriarch before them, their cries of anguish filling the air. "We're lost without a direction! Patriarch, even if we flee, surely we must have a destination?"

Across the Origin Realm, every Starfield suffered under the onslaught of the Protoss, the Devaputra, and the Evil God, leaving no safe haven from their relentless pursuit. Warriors of the Star Race, whether of Ninth, Eighth, or Seventh Level, were all targets for extermination.

Only those too weak to break free from the celestial confines escaped the mass slaughter. Naturally, any with unique bloodlines or exceptional talents were sought out and executed without mercy.

This was a brutal and bloody campaign of extermination. They were desperate to escape, yet they had no idea where to flee.

"Head to the Dark Domain! Seek the path to the Dark Domain and enter it!"

With those words, Barol charged into the debris of shattered stars behind him.

In pursuit were three formidable Evil Gods from the Abyss, who had already picked up their trail.

...

In the Firefly Starfield.

In this forsaken Starfield, Elena of the Asura Clan ascended to a Tenth Level Bloodline Golden Asura and took her place as the current leader of the Asura Clan.

She was the new Asura King.

Hundreds of valiant Asura warriors followed her, seeking refuge in the Firefly Starfield.

In the icy world once home to the Cold Abyss Entrance, Elena delved into an ice cavern, gathering shards of ice crystals in an effort to mend the Frost Well and forge a key to the Dark Domain.

Whoosh!

A lithe silhouette suddenly appeared from another realm.

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

"Elena, it's been a while."

He was Pattinson from the Shadow Clan, now serving the Abyss Evil God, just like Awkwafina.

Both belonging to intelligent races from beyond, the Shadow Clan had sworn fealty to the Abyss Evil God early on, thereby securing their survival.

"You're nothing but the Shadow Clan's lackey!"

Several Platinum Asuras sprang to their feet, hurling insults at Pattinson with indignant fervor.

The Asuras, inherently fierce and warlike, refused to be disheartened despite being cornered, their spirits undiminished and combative.

"Pattinson, I had assumed you were long 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 mused.

In times long past, she and Pattinson were both outlaws, and it was then that she came to know Yu Yuan.

She and Pattinson once shared a profound bond.

Now, however, Pattinson stood with the enemy, while she led the fleeing Asura Clan as their current chieftain.

They were sworn adversaries.

"Awkwafina is not behind me. Instead, what follows is... the ancient Great Demon God Saka, along with some mighty beings of the Protoss," Pattinson lamented.

"The Great Demon God Saka!"

"Mighty beings of the Protoss!"

The Asura warriors, led by Elena, were plunged into despair by Pattinson's words. The ancient Great Demon God Saka, a formidable lieutenant under Beilstein, was at the height of his power, having slain countless alien beasts. It was rumored that even the strongest and most defiant alien beast kings had fallen to Saka's might. His presence here signaled that there were no alien beast kings left worthy of his attention, and his intervention was no longer necessary.

After a moment of silence, Pattinson pointed to his head and spoke, "I remember our past encounters, so... let's pretend I never saw you." He then warned Elena, "The Firefly Starfield is no longer safe. It's best you leave at once." With that, Pattinson of the Shadow Clan dissolved into shadows and disappeared.

Elena was taken aback. She hadn't expected that, even after the Shadow Clan's allegiance to the Abyss Evil God ensured their survival, Pattinson would still honor past loyalties and take such a risk to spare her. "What if he's gone to alert Saka and the Protoss?" an Asura murmured with unease. "Regardless, we must depart swiftly. I've gathered enough Ice Soul Crystals," Elena declared, rising to her feet.

...

In the Perish Starfield, Rebecca of the Banshee Clan, along with her elite kin, traversed a concealed spatial channel from their domain to the once headquarters of the Divine Soul Sect. The arrival of the King of the Desolate Realm had reduced the once-mighty meeting ground of the Origin Realm's powers to ruins, and the mountain of the Desolate Realm had vanished.

Faced with no other options and driven by despair, Rebecca contemplated the possibility of seeking refuge in the Desolate Realm. It seemed a far better fate than remaining in the Origin Realm, hunted relentlessly by the Protoss, the Devaputra, and the Evil God.

"The deceitful and venomous humans are to blame for our plight!" they seethed. "Promising a new beginning in the Gray Domain, they lured us into a trap, only to conspire with the Devaputra and the Evil God, relentlessly pursuing us across the stars." The Banshee Clan members, still reeling from their brush with death, cursed the Protoss bitterly. In their eyes, these beings, once known as humans and now proudly calling themselves the Protoss, were more detestable than the Evil God and the Devaputra.

Upon their arrival at the once-thriving boundary now in ruins, they beheld a harrowing sight...

Innumerable carcasses of alien beasts littered the barrier separating the two realms, their blood long since staining the cosmos crimson.

Many alien beasts had not reached the mountain in time to pass through it into the Desolate Realm.

Their delay sealed their fate—they were slaughtered without mercy.

Evil Gods from the Green Spiral and Horned Demon Races, along with several Devaputras, were still unleashing their fury in the heart of the alien beast sea, relentlessly slaying the creatures.

"Run!"

Rebecca, realizing the direness of the situation, swiftly maneuvered the flying carpet to escape.

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

The Great Demon God, Yuv Qian, and his fellow Devaputra, the Green Incubus, materialized behind Rebecca.

Yuv Qian brandished the Tears of Blue Devil and spoke with a detached tone, "We are merely following orders, Lady Rebecca. Please don't hold it against us."

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