Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast

As the entire plane descended into even more frenzied slaughter, Chen Chu silently appeared more than two thousand kilometers above the battlefield. He stood tall with his halberd, his gaze indifferent as he overlooked the scene below.

At the center of the explosion on the edge of the plane, nine streaks of silver light stretched across the heavens and earth, then merged into Chen Chu's body one by one, dyeing nine strands of hair on his forehead silver.

At the same time, the shattered forms of the two great demon kings reappeared, now with cracks on their bodies like pieced-together porcelain. Six golden-black halberd phantoms, each a thousand meters long, pierced through them from front to back, pinning them in place. Their storage equipment had already been taken away.

Only a few moments had passed after Chen Chu unleashed his time-based divine ability. In that short span, he had already suppressed more than ten demon kings, spread across tens of thousands of kilometers, as well as two late-stage great demon kings. He was an unstoppable force that crushed everything in his path.

Bathed in golden light from the sky, Chen Chu looked like an ancient deity that had been summoned to the world. An oppressive aura surrounded him as he gazed down on everything below. Yet, he didn't strike again.

The Temporal Reincarnation divine ability was very powerful. The nine Marks could condense projections of Chen Chu's past selves, each possessing the strength of his prime at that point in time.

At the same time, summoning those true forms consumed an immense amount of energy. Based on the recent expenditure, Chen Chu estimated that each one could only fight for three minutes. However, at the king-level, three minutes was actually quite strong. It was enough for an explosive burst that could decisively defeat otherwise evenly matched enemies.

Unfortunately, though this divine ability was strong, it had significant limitations. The true forms condensed by the power of time only had the strength Chen Chu possessed at the moment of condensation. Three of the current true forms were permanently at the middle stage of the mythical level, while six were at the late stage.

As a result, this ability needed to be used regularly until the current true forms were used up, so stronger ones could be condensed in their place. Otherwise, in another ten days or so, once Chen Chu broke through to the heavenly king level, this would no longer have much effect.

This was also why Chen Chu chose to directly unleash his time-based divine ability. Since the situation had changed and there was no room for keeping a low profile, he decided to reveal part of his power to suppress everything.

"Hahaha... From now on, I, Lord Dao, will dominate the battlefield!" The vast battlefield, stretching across tens of thousands of kilometers, had been divided into smaller zones. Li Daoyi turned into a streak of violet lightning and tore through a zone with tens of thousands of demonized vassals.

Whether it was the Seventh or Eighth Demonic Mark true demons, or the enormous, demonized alien races standing one to two hundred meters tall, all were shattered by his thunderbolts.

Having obtained the corresponding ancient body enhancement art from Chen Chu, Li Daoyi's strength had already surpassed the limits of an Innate Awakener. Even Ninth Demonic Mark demons were no match for him.

***

Boom!

Beyond the eighteenth plane, countless phantoms of nine-headed demonic dragons, each tens of thousands of kilometers long, roared and lunged wildly at the golden sphere of light. The surrounding void was completely shattered by the clash of immense principle power.

At that moment, only three demon gods roared, wielding the earth-shaking abyssal principle to assault the Eternal Divine Region. Meanwhile, four other demon gods stood silently, their expressions indifferent. They held back because they knew it was not yet time to fully invade the Eternal Realm; locking themselves in a principle battle against the Eternal Divine Tree was a waste of time.

Meanwhile, as all of the true demons of Purgatory in the thirteenth plane fell, Zuo Mo stood on the head of a titan-level demonic dragon in the ninth plane beneath the dark shroud of the demon city. He immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Looking toward the distant legions withdrawing en masse from the tenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth planes, Zuo Mo's gaze turned cold. "Where are Bardi and the others from the thirteenth plane?"

A grave expression crept upon Great Demon King Tyrodel's face. "Bardi and the others would never dare disobey your orders. If they have not appeared, then something must have happened."

"Report!" A black light streaked through the void, radiating the aura of a peak Ninth Demonic Mark demon. In mere minutes, it crossed thousands of kilometers, passing through legion after legion of demons, and appeared before Zuo Mo.

The true demon knelt on one knee, its expression full of fear. "Reporting to the Grand Marshal, the thirteenth plane has fallen. Requesting reinforcements."

As the entrance to the thirteenth plane, the rift was naturally guarded by elite forces of the Purgatory Clan. The moment Chen Chu, transformed into the World-Ending Sun, pierced through the dark demonic clouds and descended, this Purgatory true demon, along with its elite subordinates, charged into the rift and retreated back to the ninth plane. With power as terrifying as Chen Chu's, they didn't dare try to fight. They knew it would be a losing battle.

"So, something did happen," Zuo Mo said slowly. "Tell me everything you know."

"Yes, Grand Marshal. Just over a star-quarter ago, a group of humans appeared on the battlefield where our forces originally held the advantage. Within them was an extremely powerful warrior whose aura was hundreds of times more fearsome than Lord Bardi's. With a single strike, he destroyed the rift passageway."

"Hundreds of times stronger than Bardi and the others... So that supreme human is here?" Zuo Mo's demonic eyes narrowed.

Still, he sensed something was off. If the humans had the support of a supreme warrior, Great Demon God Tyretis wouldn't have withheld that information from him earlier; he only said some human forces needed his handling.

Zuo Mo snorted coldly. "Useless. They can't even accurately gauge the enemy's strength."

The true demon trembled, hurriedly explaining, "Grand Marshal, we were thousands of kilometers apart. The huge disparity made it so that I could only sense that human's aura was extremely strong."

Fortunately, Zuo Mo didn't kill it. Instead, he turned to Tyrodel, "Tyrodel, let's go take a look. Hopefully, we're not too late."

As he spoke, the surrounding space warped, and Zuo Mo along with the peak great demon king vanished, reappearing over a thousand kilometers away at the plane's edge. Ahead of them, rolling waves of dark demonic qi surged violently, shattering the barrier and forming several incomplete rifts.

One of these rifts, over a hundred thousand meters long, trembled with wild spatial energy. The power in this region was chaotic and fierce. Without approaching closely, even Zuo Mo didn't realize that the passageway on the other side had already collapsed.

A scale cracked open between Zuo Mo's eyebrows, revealing a pure golden eye that emitted an invisible aura of sacred nobility, completely opposite to the dark power he wielded.

However, the two opposing forces did n't clash. Instead, they merged perfectly into a black-and-gold power that radiated dreadful energy.

Hum!

The pupil in the golden eye transformed into a cross shape, instantly piercing through the plane and transcending time and space to capture the frenzied battlefield within its gaze.

Using the power of this eye, Zuo Mo saw the Purgatory Legion that had already suffered millions of casualties. He saw a dark-golden beast roaring across the land, its size swollen to over seven hundred meters after devouring nine demon kings.

He also saw the six-winged "angels" sweeping across the battlefield, the eight demon kings sealed, and the two great demon kings pinned in the void.

The last thing especially startled Zuo Mo. It had been only a little over ten minutes since the fall of the thirteenth plane, yet the two late-stage great demon kings had already been suppressed. Even with the power he had, achieving this would take considerable effort.

Suddenly, however, Zuo Mo's expression stiffened as his gaze landed on four sword lights streaking across the battlefield.

Among the four sword lights, each hundreds of meters long and glowing black, red, azure, and gray, stood a girl clad in magnificent red crystal armor. Sword qi surged wildly around her, weaving into a Sword World that stretched for several kilometers. Most importantly, he felt that figure was very familiar.

"Damn it, damn it! You actually brought her here!" Zuo Mo's eyes turned blood-red, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from him. The murderous aura was so intense it twisted the surrounding space-time, creating a spatial rift. Even Tyrodel, a fellow peak great demon king standing nearby, was taken aback. It didn't know what happened, but whatever it was had roused the usually cold Cortes to such fury.

While Zuo Mo stared furiously at An Fuqing, a pair of black-and-gold eyes that blotted out the sky suddenly appeared in his golden eye's vision.

Boom!

An earth-shaking roar burst forth. The collision of two terrifying pupil powers across distant space-time shattered the void ahead on a massive scale, throwing space and time into chaos. The golden eye between Zuo Mo's brows flickered, then slowly closed.

Looking at the collapsing rift in front of him, Zuo Mo fell silent for a moment, then said coldly, "That human's strength is formidable, and I don't know if this is all the support they have sent. Bardi and the others are dead now, so there's no need for rescue. Given the possibility that the enemy is trying to lure us out, it's best not to advance for the time being. Tyrodel, send my orders: except for those at the fortress by the rift of the twelfth plane, all troops are to regroup at the ninth plane. Once our spies from the Heavenly Feathered Race have gathered enough details on this human support, we'll strategize our attack."

After centuries of war, the Heavenly Feathered Race had suffered countless casualties, and in such desperate situations, traitors were bound to appear. After all, as long as there was intelligent life, there would be those who feared death and sought to survive. Traitors could exist in any race, especially when the Purgatory Clan could demonize and absorb the life of other races.

"...Yes," Tyrodel nodded.

***

On the thirteenth plane, standing beneath the vast sky, Chen Chu's golden-black vertical pupils slowly faded, his expression turning solemn. "Very strong."

Just now, sensing a mysterious gaze watching him, he followed the line of sight of Zuo Mo's golden eye. Then, his Double Void Pupil pierced space-time to engage the opponent remotely. Though he unleashed an attack consuming 60% of his void power, the opponent remained unharmed.

The Double Void Pupil grew with Chen Chu's strength, especially after mastering the Law of Void, which further enhanced its might. Furthermore, with sixteen times the power of the void principle supporting it, even a peak great demon king's true form would be severely wounded and shattered by a single glance.

"Too bad this was a remote fight. Next time we meet, I'll let you experience my full-power Dimensional Exile," Chen Chu said, withdrawing his gaze and looking coldly down at the battlefield stained with blood. With his suppression, the outcome had already been decided in just a little over ten minutes.