Target-World Annihilation!

Three days later.

One after another, interdimensional Flying Ship docked among the mountains, and disciples of the Wen Dao Palace boarded the boats one after another.

On the other side.

A disciple, carrying a black coffin on his shoulder, was about to step onto the deck when he was stopped by the person in charge of counting the number of people.

Why bring a coffin on a mission?

"My master is inside."

Your master is dead?

The man cautiously hugged the black coffin tightly.

"Don't talk nonsense, she's still awake, and she can hear!"

The person in charge of the inventory stared at the black coffin for a moment, then finally waved his hand.

"One person, one coffin."

Let it go.

Not far away, several Returnees gathered around a cross-border map.

There is currently a debate about whether this trip should be considered a "cross-server team battle" or a "guild expedition".

Once most of the disciples had boarded the Flying Ship, the mountains surrounding the Wen Dao Palace suddenly trembled.

Warehouses hidden in the mountains and underground suddenly opened with a roar.

Accompanied by deep footsteps, one hundred-foot-tall [Divine Mechanism] figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

Its massive body was covered in heavy armor, with a forest of cannons standing behind it.

With each step forward, the entire earth trembled.

There were even a few Specialized Divine Mechanism, their backs piled high with cannons and array plates, constantly emitting a sickening metallic scraping sound as they moved.

The array patterns rose up from the ground in an crisscrossing pattern.

The Divine Mechanism were lifted into the air by the spiritual light and then sequentially sent into the open belly of the Flying Ship.

When it was one of their turns...

The disciple in charge of piloting it stood below, gazing up at the majestic and massive body, and nodded in satisfaction.

But the next moment, his gaze swept over the Chest Armor, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Wait a minute!"

"Who the hell engraved 'Under Heaven Above and Earth Below, Invincible in the Path of Inquiry' on my Divine Mechanism?!"

A moment of silence followed.

Beside him, a disciple timidly raised his hand.

"I carved it."

"Don't you think it has a pretty strong presence?"

The driver looked at him with a dark expression.

"It is indeed quite sufficient. But is that your Divine Mechanism?"

"To have it engraved on my own Divine Mechanism... I feel a little ashamed."

"You're ashamed, so you carve my image on it?!"

"Get over there and wipe it clean!"

"Oh..."

Waiting for the last Divine Mechanism to return to its place.

Yin Qiyue gave the order.

The entire fleet rose from the ground.

The massive ship blotted out the sky, its roar echoing throughout the Jiuqu Realm, before sailing out of the realm.

Xuantian Pavilion.

As the head of the Chen Clan Patriarch was reviewing the accounts of various parties, a steward suddenly strode in.

"Patriarch, the Wen Dao Palace is mobilizing a large number of interdimensional Flying Ship."

The head of the Chen Clan Patriarch put down the account books.

"Flying Ship? What do they need so many Flying Ships for?"

"I heard it was on the orders of that Young Master that they rushed to the Swallowing Cloud Realm of Lower Thousand Provinces."

"Even the Divine Mechanism has been loaded onto the ship; this is likely to cause quite a stir."

Upon hearing Qin Wangchuan, the Chen Clan Patriarch's gaze immediately sharpened.

Although Xuantian Pavilion has maintained close ties with the Wen Dao Palace over the years, and has even been nominally affiliated with it, it has never truly gained Qin Wangchuan's approval.

Right now, there is an opportunity.

"How many ships did the Wen Dao Palace borrow?"

The manager announced a number.

After listening, the Patriarch the Chen Clan family shook his head.

"Too little."

"Move all available Cross-Realm Tower Ship from nearby areas over there."

The manager was taken aback for a moment.

"But the Wen Dao Palace didn't borrow that much from us."

"Who said it was a loan?"

The head of the Chen Clan Patriarch reopened the account books, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"If we don't have enough boats, we'll provide them."

"If supplies are insufficient, we will replenish them."

"Don't be stingy, these are all investments!"

The place where Returnees reside.

Feng Qingjue handed the Jade Slip to Shen Yian.

Shen Yian scanned the contents, his expression gradually becoming strange.

"Everyone?"

"Everyone."

"What about those who are currently on missions in other realms?"

"Recall."

"What about those who just joined and haven't had a chance to train yet?"

Feng Qingjue glanced at him.

"Take it with you too."

Shen Yian was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned.

"This is a force threatening to destroy the entire world."

"That was awesome!"

He turned around and shouted towards the outside of the hall:

"Stop eavesdropping!"

"Grab your weapons, assemble!"

Our goal—to destroy the world!

The Two Realms Court.

In the dimly lit hall, candlelight stretched along both sides all the way to the foot of the throne.

All those kneeling in the hall were women.

The same long black dresses clung to their graceful figures, and thin black veils draped down from their hair, obscuring their faces and only vaguely revealing pairs of eyes of different colors.

A soft, slow footstep came from beside the throne.

Luo Lingxi slowly walked down the platform.

With her hands clasped in front of her, she walked unhurriedly, her trailing skirt silently brushing against the stone steps behind her.

The black and red sacrificial dress clung to her exquisite curves, with crimson patterns winding upwards along her waist. A light shawl draped over her shoulders, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin.

Amidst her loose, dark hair, she wore a strangely shaped black and gold crown.

A black veil reaching her chest hung down from the front of the crown, completely covering her face.

Only by looking from the side can one glimpse a corner of that stunningly beautiful face beyond the edge of the gauze curtain.

This outfit would look incredibly alluring on anyone.

But when it came to Luo Lingxi, it was suppressed by her aloof and dignified demeanor, leaving only a noble purity that no one dared to defile.

Just like the contrast she exhibits.

The former Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion is long gone.

Those who stand here today are messengers who travel among humankind on behalf of God.

"God has issued a decree."

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Luo Lingxi stopped before the last stone step.

As her skirt swayed, her long legs stood one in front of the other.

Her left hand rested lightly on her waist, while her right hand slowly rose, palm facing upward, her slender fingers slightly outstretched, as if awaiting everyone's response.

"Tell me."

"When Human Race curse you as bastards, Alien Race regard you as traitors, when there is nowhere in the world you can find refuge—"

"Who allowed you to live?"

The black veil swayed gently, and the orderly sounds echoed within the hall.

"My God."

"Who gave you names, gave you homes, so you no longer have to hide like stray dogs?"

"My God."

The piety in Luo Lingxi's eyes gradually turned into a burning passion.

"But now, someone wants to be his enemy."

The main hall fell silent.

The eyes hidden behind the black veils turned cold at this moment.

"Someone wants to harm the God who gave us everything."

"They also want to take away the place God gave us to live."

Luo Lingxi asked slowly:

"What do you think we should do?"

After a brief Deathly Stillness, hundreds of voices rang out simultaneously.

"Kill."

At first, there was only one sound.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hall was filled with a frenzied yet icy voice.

"Kill!!"

"Slay all those who oppose my god!!!"

Luo Lingxi finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good."

"Then kill them!"

"My gods' enemies, leave no one alive!"

The Wen Dao Palace, the Xuantian Pavilion, the Returnees, and the Two Realms Court all began operating simultaneously.

Mountain Gate in various places have been opened one after another.

One after another, the Cross-Realm Tower Ship changed direction.

People scattered throughout the Three Thousand Provinces abandoned their original tasks and converged on the same place.

What is in the Swallowing Cloud Realm?

Why does that That Lord need so many people?

Nobody knows, and nobody cares.

His orders must be obeyed.