C2331 Otherworld's Fourth

Around Zionidall, the various God-Kings of Boulderdawn, including Elena and Denise, watched Bertain in astonishment. The Space God, Devitt, was being summoned at his whim, not daring to defy his will. Even the fact that Ningshuang's spiritual pet had been injured by her was something he could tolerate, which spoke volumes of Bertain's formidable presence.

This led everyone to ponder what kind of status the Demon God, Bertain, held in the Otherworld. Were there other deities as subservient to him as the Space God, Devitt? If so, his power and authority in the Otherworld must be even more staggering than in the Origin Realm.

Suddenly, from Bertain's blood-red cloak, a stream of robust vital energy poured out and into the wounds of the butterfly. The injured creature's wounds healed rapidly, and in an instant, its skin was as smooth as new. The butterfly fluttered its wings, now glowing with a brighter light, and let out a relieved sigh.

"There, you're all better now," Bertain said with a snap of his fingers, smiling at Youqian, the God-Kings of Boulderdawn, and the mighty Otherkin.

"And you," he continued, "you are all members of my Origin Realm, the most exceptional beings to have emerged over billions of years. You've seen it for yourselves—I do indeed have connections with the Otherworld, and my status there is even higher than you might imagine."

The big devil's smile widened with pride as he boasted, "Let me put it this way: among those thirty-six worlds, the power and influence I, Bertain, wield would rank about fourth. Once I return to the Everlands and refine the Primal Soul, I might even climb to second place!"

The crowd was visibly shaken. In the thirty-six worlds of the Otherworld, populated by numerous gods like Harris, Devitt, and Kurkova, Bertain claimed he could rank fourth. Such a revelation about Bertain surpassed everyone's wildest imaginations and upended their understanding.

Their looks of astonishment brought a satisfied grin to the big devil's face. His blood-red cloak billowed, pulsing with a thick vitality, as if it were an extension of his own living flesh.

"My Origin Realm is truly exceptional. Once it borders the other worlds, it will undoubtedly be the center of attention! And you all have the opportunity to make your mark in the numerous worlds beyond!"

"I've managed the Origin Realm for many years, all for this moment—to integrate our realm into the greater universe!"

"Believe me when I say that the Origin Realm can dominate that world. I will lead our realm to new heights!"

"For years, I've toiled to bring the Origin Realm to its pinnacle of glory, to see the most dazzling figures emerge from it! How could I stand by and watch as gods and champions from the Otherworld slay those I've painstakingly cultivated?"

"It's not just you—Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian, and the Dark Phoenix are all pillars of the Origin Realm, crucial to our dominance over the major worlds!"

Bertain's devil soul continued to speak, rallying the spirits of those around him.

Whoosh!

The healed butterfly, donning a blood-red cloak, carried Bertain through the Zionidall Continent, effortlessly shifting through the void.

Devitt had departed, and in the Origin Realm, now a maelstrom of chaos from Devitt's spatial might, only his spirit companion was unaffected.

The butterfly navigated the tumultuous space rules to find the true trajectory.

Guiding Bertain, who had returned from the extraterrestrial realms, the butterfly soared through the void of the Origin Realm. The inhabitants of Zionidall believed Bertain would head straight to the Everlands to consecrate the Primal Soul.

Little did they know, the butterfly's true destination was the resplendent skies above the Abyss of Truth, beneath the All Spirits Ban.

"Two stubborn and obstinate fellows."

The big devil peered through the layered walls, his gaze settling on the desolate Abyss.

Below in the Abyss World, amidst a storm of dust resembling a sandstorm, the eternal sword light and the luminous bloodline lightning continued their relentless clash.

Zhiya from Shadow's Keep and Lin Daoke, the master of the Sword Sect, were locked in a fierce battle, their bodies scarred and their reserves of demon energy and spiritual energy dwindled to a mere fraction.

"Ah, Teacher!"

Yu Yuan gasped softly, his eyes drawn to the resplendent seal on the surface of the green-black pupils.

When the Great Demon God, Bertain, made an unexpected appearance in the Abyss of Truth, Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit, caught in the "maw of oblivion," instantly became aware of his presence.

When the Demon God Bertain suddenly appeared above the Abyss of Truth, Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit, located at the Maw of Oblivion, sensed it immediately. His real body had already entered a world in the Otherworld, following the small Primal Beast. The connection between his Solar Spirit and real body was completely severed, leaving his real body's actions unknown.

Yet, his actions managed to temporarily pacify the Four Great Primal Animas. Mother Earth, the Light Spirit, Thunder, and the Tree of Life all settled down. Initially, Mother Earth harbored a deadly intent towards the God-King Taishi. The Light Spirit intended to possess Canli's body to traverse the world and had no plans to relinquish control. After Qi Yunhong was possessed by Thunder, the other three Primal Animas also desired to fully occupy the supreme beings they had created.

Ultimately, their actions stemmed from a lack of security. They feared that an alliance between Yu Yuan and Bertain with the Origin Realm and the Otherworld would lead to an invasion by the Otherkin, who would relentlessly pursue and hunt them down.

"I will give you an explanation," Yu Yuan assured them, also soothing Loong Jie, Ballo, and Green Willow.

Whoosh! The All Spirits Ban veiling the green-black pupil unveiled a vision of the Otherworld, revealing Bertain to all. High above the Abyss of Truth, Bertain, cloaked in blood-red, plummeted towards the All Spirits Ban.

Eleven layers of resplendent barriers, representing gold, wood, water, fire, earth, the sun, the moon, stars, lightning, ice, and soul, materialized one after another, enveloping the sky of the Abyss of Truth. These barriers unfolded like eleven worlds, each layer attempting to contain Bertain.

The Bertain who returned from the Otherworld bared a wide grin, laughing heartily. The Chaos Orb beneath his cloak emitted a force that distorted the rules of the Primal Animas. The Dao symbols of Gold Mountain crumbled, dense forests disintegrated into a cloud of sawdust, rivers ran dry, towering flames died out, and the earth shattered.

Stars and celestial bodies dimmed, lightning ceased its crackle, and ice failed to solidify. The Primal Animas' eleven-layered barriers, each containing profound truths, were compromised by the Chaos Orb, steadily weakening in power.

Then, like a meteor, Bertain in his blood-red cloak descended rapidly.

Bertain glided effortlessly through the layers of walls.

Whoosh!

Having returned from the Otherworld, Bertain hovered in the Abyss of Truth, surveying the shattered battlefield where the Dark Phoenix and Lin Daoke were locked in fierce combat.

Zhiya, now in her purple phoenix form, spread her massive wings across the earth, emitting sporadic bursts of purple flames.

The residual power of the demonic flames was insufficient; the energy within the flames fizzled out, seemingly extinguished by Lin Daoke's sword's will.

Her once-beautiful wings were punctured with holes, yet not a drop of blood seeped through.

Her eyes, cold as ice, remained fixed on Lin Daoke, the master of the Sword Sect. She was analyzing the trajectory of his sword force, contemplating how to shatter his unwavering sword heart.

Meanwhile, Lin Daoke, the leader of the Sword Sect, stood with his back against a mountain of black iron, his human form devoid of any sign of blood or vitality.

—His very life force had been consumed by Zhiya.

Lin Daoke's Solar Spirit Sword had fractured once more, and the Lunar Spirit Sword was missing.

Hovering at the nape of his neck was a Divine Sword, casting an emerald glow around him.

This was his primordial spirit sword, his sword spirit, revered by all Grand Sword Immortals across the cosmos.

The Divine Sword hummed persistently, circling protectively over Lin Daoke, vigilant against Zhiya's might.

"Bertain."

Both Zhiya and Lin Daoke were gravely wounded, and the sudden appearance of the big devil sent a jolt through them.

In the depths of this true Abyss, devoid of any cosmic energy, they had depleted nearly all their reserves of vital energy and sword force in the relentless battle.

With scarcely enough strength left to heal, facing Bertain, who had traversed the All Spirits Ban, they stood no chance at all.

"You have no reason to fear me," the big devil said with a disarming smile. "Back in the Origin Realm, I watched over both of you long before you came into your own. Had I wished for your demise, you would never have risen to prominence."

"To me, you are all my children, the promising seedlings I've cultivated in the Origin Realm."

"How could I possibly let either of you die?"

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