One was an awakening of the Dao, the creation of a system. The other was a manifestation of the mysterious, unspeakable Demon Nest. Both erupted with their absolute limits of power.
Qi Ping had fused the abilities of his previous four professions, and even the partially awakened powers of his Yin-Yang Druid were used. The Taiji diagram floating in his dantian became brilliantly radiant.
And he wasn't finished yet! A pair of massive spatial wings manifested on his back! As the wings beat, infinite spatial rifts spread out, and half of the sky was torn asunder. A heart-stopping spatial storm began to churn. And all these spatial anomalies were but the result of the three spatial blades focused around the Sovereign Mountain-River Seal!
Qi Ping's choice of the seal as his core was clearly correct. As a sacred relic of the world, it possessed unparalleled compatibility, able to integrate any type of power Qi Ping possessed. Thus, when he focused his spiritual power, physical strength, Sovereign power, the twin dragons, and the spatial blades into the seal, the sheer force it radiated made even his own scalp crawl.
It was an attack capable of destroying all things!
The mysterious black dragon from the Demon Nest displayed fewer methods than Qi Ping, but the god-like aura it radiated was enough to prove its might. Furthermore, its nightmarish temporal turbulence became even more horrific—though it served as a mere background to that eerie black flame and the divine power.
That supreme power made the Black-Crystal Dragon the most brilliant and unavoidable existence in this apocalyptic scene. And its attack carried the crushing majesty of a god.
In this moment, the battle between Qi Ping and the dragon was like a god-slayer unleashing everything to kill a deity... while the deity sought to suppress the blasphemer. This battle concerned not only the survival of one side, but the lives of countless beings and an entire world. Neither side held anything back!
Because there was no retreat, the attacks reached a level of absolute horror.
"Boom!"
As the two terrifying existences collided with all their strength, something horrific happened. Mountains crumbled, the earth split, and the void collapsed.
Spatial power, Sovereign power, and the eerie black flame—countless forbidden forces erupted in a frenzy! Everything in the vicinity was shattered and annihilated until it vanished entirely.
Even the end of the world seemed less destructive than this. This power had far exceeded the limits of the Unity stage! The vast disaster battlefield seemed to reach a breaking point under this pressure...
The battlefield collapsed!
The entire disaster battlefield began to cave in frantically. This sector, famed as the strongest of the Unity stage, had shattered!
In that same moment, the entire World-Domain Battlefield began to vibrate violently!
From the Qi Refining sector to the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, and Void Refinement sectors... every single battlefield began to vibrate in a bizarre manner.
In truth, just a moment before, almost every other sector—aside from the disaster-stricken Unity battlefield—had gradually concluded its fighting.
In some sectors, the Star-Sea lifeforms had been wiped out. In others, the demonic forces had been slaughtered. This was a war with no room for compromise. The losers... all died. The victors might have won decisively or barely survived, left only with a few wounded survivors staring at the bodies of their enemies and companions.
Across the entire World-Domain Battlefield, the Star-Sea had performed a miracle through its preparation. Against a staggering disparity in strength, they had secured victory in nearly half of the sectors! Such a result was a miracle; in any other world, faced with such odds, they would have likely perished long ago without even inflicting a heavy blow on the enemy.
But under Qi Ping's leadership, the Star-Sea had erupted with inconceivable strength. It was as if the entire world had moved for this battle. Rather than a miracle, it was a miracle of productivity born of the most efficient resource allocation and the deep mining of human potential.
Combined with a generous merit-reward system and a robust support mechanism, it had given birth to infinite warriors willing to sacrifice themselves for the world. They burned their lives to gain a sliver of hope for the Star-Sea's victory.
It was this spirit of fearlessness that allowed the Star-Sea to take back more world origin essence through its victories than it lost in its defeats. Because the Demon Realm held more origin essence, the Star-Sea actually gained a bit through its fifty-percent win rate. It was this gain that allowed the world to trigger a massive infusion of Providential Power—a natural response of a world in a desperate situation.
But for the living beings of the Star-Sea, it was a tragedy. In nearly half of the battlefields, every single Star-Sea warrior had perished. Even their corpses had been devoured; they didn't even leave a whole body behind.
One must understand that they were the most outstanding and powerful practitioners of each rank. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been qualified to enter the battlefield. Aside from essential staff, almost no high-level cultivator could retreat. And now, in half the sectors, they were all gone.
The casualties were far higher than that. In the victorious sectors, most were pyrrhic victories. Conservative estimates suggested that by now, seventy to eighty percent of the participants had been slain. Only a tiny minority of survivors remained, having achieved unprecedented breakthroughs under the Providential Power.
Yet the joy brought by those breakthroughs was quickly overshadowed by the silence that followed the battle. After the fighting, sitting on the shattered battlefields, all one could see was a ruined land and lifeless companions.
Too many had died!
And the war seemed far from over. For if it were over, everyone would have been pulled into the final Grand Battleground for the ultimate decisive clash!
Now, that moment seemed to have finally arrived. This vibration and the surge of spatial power meant that the world core of the final sector had finally been destroyed!
"Is it finally over? Who won?"
Everyone's heart was in their throat. For they all knew that the final sector—the one that had remained silent until now—was the Unity-stage battlefield representing the peak of their respective worlds. The result of that battlefield would decide the survival of the entire world!