C2339 It's Time
"Lord Beilstein!"
"Lord!"
Many Outland Devaputra shouted his name upon his arrival, bowing reverently even from a distance.
With the influence of the soul removed by the Origin Soul, the Devaputra had come to understand that their source had shifted.
Yet, due to High Priest Reid and the compliance of the newly risen Great Demon Gods, coupled with his unmatched power, the Devaputra resigned themselves to their new reality.
Still, Beilstein's return stirred within them an uncontrollable nostalgia for the era under his leadership.
In those bygone days, the Devaputra reigned supreme over the Outland Starry Sky. Despite their formidable strength, they all recognized that as long as Beilstein lived, the Origin Realm remained his dominion.
"Enough prattle, all of you. Leave the Gray Domain at once."
The old devil, losing patience, stamped his foot, and the Chaos Orb beneath his blood-red cape surged with a force that twisted the will of the Devaputra.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Billions of enigmatic soul runes, like lightning, stars, and celestial bodies, hovered behind the old devil, whispering the endless mysteries of the soul.
All the Outland Devaputra and the many Protoss champions were spellbound by the spectacle.
As they gazed upon the soul runes, it was as though they were witnessing the departed deities themselves, imparting the exquisite intricacies of the soul and recounting the storied past of the Devaputra Race.
In that brief moment.
Every Devaputra within the Gray Domain, regardless of their level of cultivation, including the newly elevated Great Demon Gods, set off toward the outer galaxies as if heeding a divine command.
The Devaputra departed as instructed.
On the other side, Zhiya and Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect, looked up at the fading soul symbols with a newfound gravity.
Through those arcane emblems, Zhiya and Lin Daoke uncovered the profound mysteries of their own souls.
This suggested that even the mightiest Origin Soul of the Three Realms had suffered at the hands of Beilstein, subdued by this supreme ruler of the Origin Realm.
"The Void, the Nether Domain, each has seen its spiritual consciousness perish by my hand."
The old devil, brimming with self-satisfaction, clearly understood their thoughts and proclaimed, "In the Gal Starfield, the spiritual consciousness of two ghosts, elevated from consuming the Origin Soul, also fell to my blade."
"He is not invincible."
The old devil's words seemed directed at Lin Daoke and Zhiya, but in truth, the mightiest beings of Tia Main Planet, the Boundless Great World, and the neighboring stars also bore witness to his declaration.
The revelation that the old devil had slain four of their kind and absorbed their essence sent shockwaves through the powerful elite!
"Heh."
The old devil's blood-red cape billowed as he gazed upon the familiar world, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. He whispered to himself, "At last, I have returned."
At that moment, the Boundless Great World, once home to vast expanses of rolling seas, was now engulfed in fierce lightning.
In the midst of relocating, the Extreme Flame consumed the starry sky's energy, transforming it into a towering inferno that evaporated all the seawater, leaving the ocean's depths parched.
Where the sea had dried, relentless lightning now reigned, its presence ever-growing.
The origin of the sudden, tempestuous lightning remained a mystery, as did the reason behind the lightning power of the entire Origin Realm flooding into the Boundless Land.
Yet, with the arrival of Beilstein, the lightning that saturated the ocean's depths turned even more ferocious.
Intense lightning streaked toward the core of the Boundless Land, following the fissures carved by previous strikes.
Boom! Thunderous roars echoed from the depths of the Boundless Land, heralding the return of a familiar scorching presence.
The Primordial Yang Sect, the Red Devil Sect, and the Hellfire Mountain—all these regions ablaze with fire—spewed flames and magma, threatening to engulf the Boundless Land.
The Geocentric Fire, nestled deep within the Boundless Land and guardian of the Origin Soul, once again unleashed its formidable power.
Whoosh! The stellar energy from the outer realms streamed toward the Boundless Land, transformed by the Extreme Flame into a wellspring of power for the Geocentric Fire.
"Heh."
The old devil laughed unabated.
At the site of the thirty-six springs, numerous magical energy rings materialized, vying with the Boundless Land for the extraordinary powers of the starry sky beyond.
Yet, the Extreme Flame could not draw all the energy from the expansive starry sky of the Gray Domain into the Boundless Great World.
"Let's go!"
"Retreat from the Boundless Great World!"
"We absolutely cannot engage in this battle, not even as spectators!"
Even those cultivators who prided themselves on their advanced levels couldn't withstand the onslaught of such ferocious power, screaming in terror as they fled the Boundless Great World in haste.
Across the Heavenly Source Continent and the Quietus Continent, Unrestrained Stage cultivators from various factions and Yang God-level cultivators were compelled to evacuate the Boundless Great World.
"After all these years, it's finally time for me to delve into the heart of the Boundless Great World and see what lies within."
With a hearty laugh, the old devil soared into the most tumultuous lightning, under the watchful eyes of many.
The old devil, having elevated his soul to the Supreme Realm, now wielded the power of lightning like the supreme deity of thunder. His blood-red cape, adorned with innumerable lightning runes, managed to harness the amassed lightning forces.
In that moment, he was the epitome of radiance and unbridled arrogance.
The mighty of the Protoss and the Evil Gods from the abyss were left astounded by the old devil's overwhelming power.
Next to the old devil, who commanded respect across the Three Realms, even the Demon Phoenix Zhiya and the Sword Sect Lord Lin Daoke seemed diminished, as though they had shrunk in stature.
"He's assaulting the Boundless Great World!"
"The Geocentric Fire is resisting the lightning because of him!"
Suddenly, it became clear to everyone what Beilstein was attempting.
"Sect Master!"
The Unrestrained Stage Great Sword Immortals of the Sword Sect, who had not ascended to the highest echelons, emerged from the Boundless Great World and gathered beside Lin Daoke, looking to him with anticipation.
Lin Daoke shook his head and firmly instructed, "Do not re-enter the Boundless Great World. Stay on the Tia Main Planet."
"Him?"
A Sword Sect elder gestured towards the area where the lightning surged most violently, indicating the towering figure of Beilstein.
"You're out of your depth with him."
Lin Daoke's expression remained stoic as he observed the Unrestrained Stage cultivators from the Silver Moon Sect, Profound Sky Sect, and Primordial Yang Sect, who were visibly shaken. He added, "Leave now. The confrontation between him and the one below is beyond your capacity to intervene. Don't even attempt to watch."
The Unrestrained Stage cultivators and Yang Gods turned pale upon hearing the news. They hastily retreated toward the Tia Main Planet.
Zhiya, with her stunning true face revealed, watched Beilstein enter the Boundless Great World with composure. Enveloped in towering thunder and lightning, he descended toward the subterranean flames.
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation; she hoped for both parties to suffer injuries, potentially allowing her to reap the benefits.
...
In the Creation Starfield, at what was once the entrance to the Nether Domain, now floated a massive expanse of land, surrounded by scattered stars and terrain.
The land was shrouded in darkness, seemingly swallowing the light, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.
On the distant, flat terrain, there were cultivators from the Protoss and Devaputras. Yet, the majority were from the seven layers of the abyss, choosing to make their home in the Creation Starfield.
A colossal prism-shaped ice crystal, resembling a mountain of ice adrift in the starry river, had aimlessly wandered before arriving here from a neighboring Starfield.
Deep within the ice crystal, red stalactites hung down, with countless blood-red lightning bolts chaotically intertwining.
The chaotic thoughts of the Origin Blood and the Origin Spirit, symbolic of extreme cold, continued their dialogue and dispute.
Crack!
In the expanse of the Creation Continent's sky, a slender silver bolt of lightning cleaved the void asunder.
Instantly, the Great Demon God Beilstein and three foreign deities emerged from the torn space.
"Hmm?"
Beilstein, clutching a Dragon Bone Staff, clad in Golden Dragon Armor, and with a body of purple crystal, immediately noticed the prism-shaped ice crystal at the edge of the Creation Starfield.
The old demon chuckled softly, "What a fortuitous encounter."
The Oblivion God Harris, following his gaze, said with a grin, "Lord, there are many Origin Spirits in the Origin Realm and the Desolate Realm. Hadn't you considered harvesting them first?"
Devitt added, "Lord, if you wish to take action, we're all ready to lend our strength."
The old demon's expression chilled as he declared sternly, "All Origin Spirits born in the Origin Realm are under my protection. Without my consent, neither you nor any other foreign deities are permitted to lay a hand on them."
The three foreign deities quickly nodded in assent.
"Of course, the Origin Soul is the exception."
After uttering those words, Beilstein, who had just returned from the Desolate Realm, gripped his Dragon Bone Staff and abruptly launched an assault on the Myriad Spirit Restriction within the Creation Continent.
The Myriad Spirit Restriction enveloped a shadowy portal that led directly into the eternally dark inner world, serving as another extension of the Darkness Origin Spirit's lair.
The cunning old devil was playing a double game, targeting both the Boundless Ocean Continent and the Creation Continent simultaneously, aiming to nip any future threats in the bud.
Following his lead, three otherworldly deities plunged into the Myriad Spirit Restriction without a moment's hesitation.
At that time, the Myriad Spirit Restriction was devoid of any human Primordial Spirit Stage cultivators. Qin Luo, Tan Junshan, and their companions had all been called away to the Holy Devil Continent when Han Miaoyuan set out.
Due to the disrupted spatial laws of the Origin Realm, they were unable to return via the Galaxy Crossing and were still en route aboard the Galaxy Ancient Starship.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Prismatic ice crystals adrift at the edge of the starry sky would occasionally dart away, then draw near the Creation Continent again.
The two Darkness Origin Spirits were indecisive, wavering in their resolve as they roamed this realm.
...
The spinning of numerous Chaos Abysses came to a halt. Yu Yuan harnessed the might of his true form to unravel the mysteries of each abyss, preventing them from encircling the spring.
The spring, a conduit to the outer realms, hovered in this alien land, as if serenely awaiting the day of mutual connection.
At this juncture, the exalted beings, along with the Origin Beasts and three other Origin Beasts, had already ventured into the Yan Domain.
The figure at the forefront was no longer Yu Yuan in his true form but rather his Yang God incarnation.
"Boundless Ocean, Creation Continent."
Yu Yuan's true form, standing upon the Dragon Slash Platform, faced the deep azure-black pupil, gazing upon the still resplendent Myriad Spirit Restriction.
"The time has come."
