Above the Northern Jialu Continent.
The battle between the Three Sovereigns and Kunpeng had already reached a fever pitch.
The "Concept Weapons" formed from Human Way Destiny clashed fiercely against Kunpeng's Quasi-Saint laws.
Every collision shattered space and made the laws themselves wail.
Kunpeng grew more alarmed the longer he fought.
He discovered that these three Human Sovereigns possessed an extremely bizarre kind of power.
They cultivated neither Nascent Souls nor enlightenment of the Heavenly Dao, yet the power of "Human Way" behind them was terrifyingly condensed, as though it had formed a world of its own, immune to all laws.
His Netherworld True Water and Nine Heavens Gale lost seventy to eighty percent of their force when they struck them.
"Damn it! What the hell is this?!"
Kunpeng roared inwardly. He felt as if he were fighting the entirety of Human Civilization.
Meanwhile, the situation in the other parts of the battlefield had already become clear.
Under the Dimensional Strike of the human fleet and mech legions, the several-million-strong demon army had utterly collapsed, suffering grievous casualties.
The wise Bai Ze had decisively burned his blood essence shortly after the battle began. Using a secret art, he fled the battlefield in disgrace with a small group of demon elites, vanishing without a trace.
The remaining Demon Marshals, such as Ying Zhao and Ji Meng, were surrounded by dozens of elite mechs. They struggled desperately, and their deaths were only a matter of time.
Aboard the flagship Civilization, Chen Ran watched it all calmly.
He had calculated the outcome of this war from the very beginning.
What he wanted was not merely victory.
He wanted a magnificent spectacle powerful enough to intimidate the entire Primordial World.
"About time."
Chen Ran murmured to himself.
He issued a new order through the communicator.
"Activate the Human Way Judgment protocol. Target: Kunpeng."
"Yes!"
As the order was transmitted.
Every human warship and mech on the battlefield ceased attacking.
As though by prior agreement, they all aimed their cannons and weapons at Kunpeng, who was still locked in fierce combat with the Three Sovereigns.
Buzz—
An invisible force field instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.
This was the Human Way Domain, formed by linking the wills of thousands of warships, tens of thousands of mechs, and millions of participating human warriors through the Civilization Network.
Within this domain, humanity's power would be greatly amplified.
Meanwhile, the enemy's power would be severely suppressed.
Kunpeng felt as though he had fallen into a swamp. Every movement required several times more power than usual.
His Quasi-Saint laws had been suppressed to their lowest point here.
"This is... a formation?"
"No... no, that's not right! This isn't a formation!"
Kunpeng discovered in horror that what suppressed him was neither energy nor laws.
It was a... "concept."
A tyrannical civilizational exclusivity that declared, "Those not of my kind will harbor different hearts. Beneath Human Way, all are enemies."
"Demon Master Kunpeng."
Chen Ran's voice resounded throughout heaven and earth through the amplification formation.
"You have defied the heavens, slaughtered Living Beings, and obstructed the rise of Human Way. Your crimes are unforgivable."
"Today, in the name of Human Civilization, I shall render final judgment upon you!"
As his words fell.
The muzzles of every warship and the barrels of every mech weapon lit up with blinding radiance.
"Fire!"
Boom—!!!!!!
At that moment, tens of thousands of energy beams converged into an unstoppable torrent.
This torrent was no longer a mere energy attack.
It contained the will of millions and the grand, unstoppable momentum of humanity's rise.
This was the spear of Human Way judgment!
"NO—!!!"
Kunpeng let out a despairing roar.
He exerted every ounce of strength, stirred all the Demon Power in his body, and even burned his Quasi-Saint origin in an attempt to block it.
But before that torrent representing the will of an entire civilization, all his resistance appeared so pale and powerless.
The light devoured everything.
When the radiance faded.
Kunpeng's true form, which had covered the heavens and blotted out the sun, was gone.
Only a shattered Nascent Soul remained, flickering uncertainly in the air.
Demon Master Kunpeng, one of the most powerful Quasi-Saints in the Primordial World, had been defeated.
Defeated completely and utterly.
Chen Ran did not immediately erase his Nascent Soul.
With a wave of his hand, a golden list composed of runes appeared in the sky.
"Investiture of the Gods List, rise!"
He struck Kunpeng's Nascent Soul into the list.
Then, one by one, he struck the Nascent Souls of the captured Demon Marshals into it as well.
With every one added, the light of the Investiture of the Gods List brightened further.
A new Divine Way order, one belonging solely to humanity, began to take shape.
"After this battle, there will be no more demon race in the Primordial World."
Chen Ran's voice spread throughout the Primordial World.
Every great power watching this battle was shaken to the core.
Humanity was too domineering!
Too overbearing!
Just as Chen Ran was preparing to return in triumph and consolidate the fruits of victory.
The flagship's radar system suddenly issued a piercing alarm.
"Warning! Warning! Unknown spatial fluctuations detected! Intensity... surpassing the Saint level!"
"An unidentified object is transitioning at faster-than-light speed toward the exterior of the Primordial World!"
Chen Ran frowned and immediately went to the Star Chart.
Outside the crystalline wall system of the Primordial World, a massive spatial wormhole was forming.
Then.
A diamond-shaped warship of bizarre design, forged entirely from an unknown black metal and radiating an aura of coldness and death, slowly emerged from the wormhole.
Its size was several times greater than that of the Civilization.
Its appearance caused even the surrounding chaos energy to retreat.
A cold, lifeless aura utterly incompatible with the laws of the Primordial World—an aura born solely for destruction—rushed toward them.
"This is..."
Chen Ran's pupils suddenly contracted.
From that warship, he sensed an aura that was familiar, yet filled him with extreme disgust.
It was the scent of pure, utterly emotionless machinery.
Just then.
A cold, emotionless wave of consciousness swept across the entire human fleet before finally locking onto Chen Ran.
[Target world indigenous civilization detected.] [Civilization level assessment: Level 3.7 (hybrid technology and mystic system).] [Core technology assessment: Preliminary mastery of 'Rune Technology,' 'Soul Network,' 'Concept Weapons'... possesses a certain degree of potential.] [According to the 'Supreme Directive,' initiating the 'Explorers' protocol.] [Issue an ultimatum to the target civilization: Immediately surrender all core technologies and merge into the Gestalt System, becoming a new Resource Point.] [Countdown: 10, 9, 8...]
The cold countdown rang directly in the minds of Chen Ran and every human leader.
It carried an unquestionable, condescending attitude, like humans issuing orders to ants.
The expressions of the Three Sovereigns and the others changed drastically.
"Sir, what is that thing?"
"Gestalt System? Resource Point? What arrogance!"
Chen Ran's expression, however, became more solemn than ever before.
He knew that the real heavyweight had arrived.
This was not an internal conflict of the Primordial World. This was... an invasion between civilizations!
"Formatting process?"
Chen Ran looked at the cold diamond-shaped warship, the corner of his mouth slowly lifting into a frosty smile.
"It seems you tin cans know absolutely nothing about what 'mythology' is, or what a 'Saint' is."
He turned to look deep within the flagship, at a figure who sat with her eyes closed in quiet repose, seemingly unconcerned with anything outside.
That was Nuwa's Saint incarnation.
"Your Ladyship."
"It is time we showed these 'aliens' what a real Dimensional Strike is."
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