The shattered Starfall Continent.
A bronze Throne hung in the air, surrounded by countless fragments of shattered stars.
The Fifth Battlefield, command headquarters.
Dugu Baitian stood tall, toying with a top-secret Jade Slip that had just arrived across worlds from the Seventh Battlefield. His brows drew slightly together. Not a trace of magical power escaped him, yet the surrounding vacuum gave off waves of distorted howls.
"A message from Xuandu." Dugu Baitian tightened his fingers, crushing the Jade Slip into powder with a crack. White dust formed two lines of tiny words at his fingertips and hovered in midair.
The message was terse: a mirror Quasi-Saint had launched a surprise attack on the rear. Target: Chen Lin, Human Immortal Realm. The Space-Time God had personally crossed worlds to bring him back.
Four others stood around the bronze Throne.
Intelligence had always been shared among the twelve great battlefields.
The Demon Lord, his silver hair whipping wildly, snorted. He barely spared the floating words a glance, his eyes brimming with utter ruthlessness and arrogance. "Those Daoist ox-noses on the Seventh Battlefield have a defensive line full of holes. But Cao Yusheng on the other side actually risked his life to trade it for a Human Immortal's. That's strange. Cao Yusheng has always been terrified of dying, whether it's ours or theirs."
The Demon Lord turned, sweeping his gaze over the gray-robed elder beside him. "That impostor on the other side must have seen something deadly downstream in the River of Time."
At his words, the other three turned their gazes toward the gray-robed elder in unison.
The Space-Time God.
One of the Fifth Battlefield's five Sages. He commanded the ultimate time and spatial law.
"To make the other me intervene personally..." The Space-Time God stroked his beard, the birth and death