Above the eleventh-level dimensional space, the blood-red setting sun was torn into countless fragments, and broken flesh and bones paved a bloody path across the galaxy.
Ye Changge stood suspended in the air, his black robes fluttering in the wind, untouched by a speck of dust. Only his eyes, cold as eternal ice, looked down at the trembling creatures of Myriad Races below.
"Haha, you scum of Myriad Races, how about it? Did you see that?"
His voice wasn't loud, yet it resounded like thunder in the ears of every living being, carrying a chilling mockery.
With a flick of his fingertips, wisps of golden Origin fire surged like Wandering Dragon, burning the last alien powerhouse who tried to escape to ashes.
"Leave no one alive, slaughter them all. Aren't you happy?"
Ye Changge slowly turned around, his face as calm as still water, as if he had only crushed a few ants, rather than slaughtering an entire world's elite Myriad Races.
Anyway, I'm very happy.
Upon hearing this, the entire Eleventh Heaven fell into a deathly silence.
The remaining powerful warriors of the Myriad Races trembled, their teeth chattering, their eyes filled with extreme fear and disbelief.
They once looked down on Human Race, regarding it as the lowest form of food. But this man before them used iron and blood to show them that Human Race was no longer a race to be slaughtered at will!
"Human... Human Race! You... you will die a horrible death!"
A nine-headed alien overlord appeared insane, his nine heads roaring simultaneously, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.
His body was severed into seven pieces, clinging to life with the last of his Power of Origin. His roar at this moment sounded more like a dying wail.
"Curse?"
Ye Changge's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.
He slowly raised his hand, and Chaos Qi swirled in his palm. With a gentle clench, the overlord's nine heads exploded like watermelons.
"In the past, the Human Race was the protagonist of all the heavens and myriad realms, holding sway over the Heavenly Dao and guarding the Samsara."
Ye Changge's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, like the tolling of bells and the sound of food in a cauldron, causing ripples to spread through the void.
His gaze swept over the trembling alien races, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "It was you! It was you, the Myriad Races, who joined forces, betrayed your oath, and launched this world-destroying war Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"
"You destroyed my Human Race world, severed my Human Race heritage, drank Human Race blood, and burned my Human Race! Did you ever imagine this day would come?"
"Isn't this the retribution you deserve?"
He smiled, but his smile was colder than the coldest winter.
"Hundreds of millions of years! A full hundreds of millions of years!"
A roar erupted from the ranks of Myriad Races. A towering ancient evergreen tree, tens of thousands of feet tall, rose from the ground, its branches and leaves lush and vibrant, each leaf as dazzling as a star. It was the ancestor of all trees, the evergreen tree that had stood for ten thousand years.
His voice was old and cold, filled with endless resentment. " Human Race actually still remember this grudge! You deserve to die! The hatred in your bones cannot be washed away even by billions of years!"
He couldn't understand it, nor could he accept it.
In their view, losers should be forgotten, and hatred should have long since faded away with time.
But the person in front of him was like Asura who had crawled back from the ancient Hell, determined to collect the blood debts of millions of years, with interest!
"How?"
Ye Changge, his tone full of sarcasm. "You didn't say this when you raised your swords. Now that it's your turn, you're unhappy?"
Before he finished speaking, an indescribable terrifying aura spread out from Ye Changge's body like a tsunami.
This aura was not an outward display of killing intent, but rather a supreme and unparalleled pressure, as if the Heavenly Dao were descending to judge all living beings.
"Buzz--"
Golden light emanated from Ye Changge and instantly covered every corner of the Eleventh Heaven.
Those unarmed alien civilians, those newborn alien infants, those old, weak, sick, and disabled who were unable to cultivate... under this radiance, they didn't even have time to scream before their bodies instantly vaporized.
In the blink of an eye, countless vibrant lives turned into a sky full of blood mist, pouring down like a red rainstorm.
"No--!"
"Despicable! You despicable Human Race!"
"You actually slaughtered ordinary people! You will be punished by heaven!"
Roars, cries, and curses echoed through the sky like a tsunami.
The evergreen tree's eyes widened in horror. He never expected Ye Changge to be so ruthless, not even sparing defenseless civilians!
"Divine retribution?"
Ye Changge chuckled, his gaze indifferently fixed on the ancient evergreen tree. "I, Ye Changge, am the heavens! My actions are the way of Heavenly Dao!"
"Furthermore," he paused, his tone growing increasingly icy, "When your Myriad Races slaughtered my Human Race, did you discriminate between men, women, and children?"
My Human Race's three-year-old children are your food; your centenarians are your elixirs. I've only just begun to settle this score.
"This is just the beginning."
After saying that, Ye Changge stopped talking nonsense.
He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers together.
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, fragments of laws, the power of spacetime, and even the light of the sun, moon, and stars in the entire eleventh-level dimensional space all converged madly toward his fist.
An invincible power surged in his fist, as if it could compress the entire universe into it.
"Boom--!"
The golden fist, like Primordial Divine Mountain, carrying the power of Heaven-Opening and Earth-Splitting, crushed down fiercely onto the entire eleventh-level dimensional space!
This punch had no fancy moves or complicated techniques.
This is pure power, absolute crushing!
With this punch, space shattered inch by inch, and time seemed to stand still.
Those powerful alien beings were horrified to discover that their bodies were completely immobilized, and even their thoughts were frozen.
They could only watch helplessly as the golden fist grew larger and larger in their pupils.
"No--!"
The evergreen tree let out a desperate roar, burning its own Origin to transform into a green light curtain hundreds of millions of feet long, attempting to resist.
However, all of this was in vain.
"Bang!"
A deafening roar, like a thunderclap at the dawn of the universe.
That golden fist smashed into the celestial membrane of the eleventh heaven without any resistance.
There was no earth-shattering collision, and no ripples spreading outwards.
Yes, but only utter annihilation.
From the point of contact, the entire space, time, matter, and energy of the eleventh heaven—everything—instantly transformed into the most basic particles, and then completely dissipated into nothingness.
Mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, palaces and cities, billions of living beings...
In the blink of an eye, the eleventh heaven exploded into ashes.
Nothing was left behind.
The coordinates of the entire world were completely erased from all the heavens and myriad realms.
Forget about inheritance, not even a single hair remains.
Ye Changge stood suspended in the shattered void, his robes fluttering, as if he had never made a move.
He glanced at the empty Chaos, his eyes showing no emotion.
With one step, space folds and time reverses.
The next second, his figure appeared at the entrance to the twelfth heaven.
The twelfth heaven is the true core of Myriad Races, and also the place where the progenitor of the Human Race was imprisoned.
The laws governing heaven and earth here are far more stable than those of the eleventh heaven, and the oppressive power here is terrifying beyond compare.
However, the moment Ye Changge stepped in, an oppressive force a billion times more terrifying than the twelfth heaven itself descended instantly!
"How... how could this happen?!"
"That's... Ye Changge? How could he be alive?"
"Damn Human Race! How can you be so strong?!"
In the main camp of Myriad Races in the twelfth heaven, countless powerful beings from other races sensed this familiar and terrifying aura and rushed out from their secluded cultivation places.
When they saw Ye Changge's dark figure, they were all terrified, their scalps tingling, as if they had seen a ghost.
A Human Race, single-handedly, fought his way through eleven heavens and arrived at their holy land?
This completely overturned their understanding that they had held for tens of thousands of years!
"Damn Human Race! You actually managed to fight your way to the twelfth heaven!" roared an ancient ancestor of Myriad Races, clad in imperial armor and exuding an overwhelming aura. His voice was filled with fear. "Are you truly not afraid of death? This is the sacred ground of my Myriad Races, with billions of powerful warriors here. You have no way to escape!"
Ye Changge stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed army of Myriad Races below, a disdainful smile curving his lips.