While Logo continued to coordinate and optimize the Heavenly Net, leading the Spirit Saint Domain to rapid development, a wisp of the Mother of the Stars' will crossed the chaos and arrived in an unfamiliar realm.
Looking out over the Chaos Sea, the first thing that catches the eye is an irregular, prismatic ball of light stretching across the waves, like a metallic continent suddenly rising from the Chaos Sea.
It is not a flat star disk or sphere like ordinary realms, but is composed of thousands of cosmic planes stacked, nested, and piled up. Some universes are like giant axes cleaving horizontally, inserted diagonally as thin slices; some universes are ring-shaped, nested around another spherical universe; smaller universes are like satellites, wildly rotating around the larger universes. They squeeze and rub against each other, and dazzling sparks of law burst forth at their boundaries.
Due to the interference of the physical laws of countless universes, the realm as a whole exhibits a liquid metallic texture—ripples flow across its surface, sometimes rising up like a "world peak" formed by the protrusion of a certain universe, and sometimes sinking into a "law Abyss" that devours light.
Beneath this metallic outer shell, twelve clusters of light, each a different color, pierced through layers of cosmic barriers and radiated outwards:
Some of them shimmered with the silver light of countless phantom images of weapons.
Some emanated a thick, earth-toned halo, as heavy as a mountain.
Some are dark gray ripples that exist in a state between existence and non-existence.
These lights were not static, but pulsating like a heartbeat—each pulsation corresponding to a war lord or his army waging a large-scale war. Deep within the realm, an incomparably domineering purple-gold pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through all cosmic planes and striking the depths of the Chaos Sea. That was the location of the Heavenly Emperor City; the intent of the Tiger Soul God-Seizing Saber had solidified, and anyone who dared to glimpse this light felt their fighting spirit being subtly devoured.
Encircling the entire realm is a vast ring composed of shattered cosmic debris. This debris is not lifeless—each fragment is embedded with countless mystical weapons: broken swords, shattered halberds, cracked armor, broken shields... Their masters have perished in battle, but the fragments of these mystical weapons retain their last vestige of fighting spirit, rising and colliding in the Chaos Sea, emitting an incessant clang of metal. This sound coalesces into a deep rumble, echoing throughout the Chaos Sea: "This is the Profound Arms Realm, the Land of Warriors."
Within the ring, countless spirits of soldiers wander—the spirits of those fallen heroes who refused reincarnation, choosing instead to forever guard the borders of the realm. They take the form of semi-transparent weapons, patrolling and moving through the ring, mercilessly expelling any unauthorized beings from outside the realm that approach.
The Profound Arms Realm has no fixed entrance; instead, "Gate of a Hundred Battles" appear randomly—massive gateframes formed by two intertwined ancient Xuanbing weapons, within which swirling Space-Time vortexes exist. Beside each gate stands a stone tablet, the inscription of which automatically changes according to the visitor's cultivation level.
If the visitor is a challenger, the inscription reads, "To enter this gate, one must first defeat a opponent of the same level. The victor will be an honored guest of our realm; the loser will leave behind a wisp of the spirit of a Xuanbing weapon, and may try again after a hundred years."
If the visitor is a merchant or a seeker of the Dao, the inscription changes to. "Sincerity for sincerity, friendship through military prowess. Present a projection of your natal weapon to enter and discuss the Dao."
Those with malicious intent will only see one line. "No one survives the Tiger's Soul."
As countless universes move within the Chaos Sea, the Profound Arms Realm exhibits a unique "breathing sensation." At high tide, the outer universe expands outward, devouring the Chaos Sea's matter, causing the realm's light to surge, as if a giant beast were opening its mouth. At low tide, the inner universe contracts, spitting out the remnants of a degraded world. These remnants cool in the Chaos Sea, transforming into meteors that scatter in all directions.
Every breath is accompanied by the roar of cosmic friction—the low murmur of billions of worlds in motion, like ancient war drums, booming and resounding across the vast Chaos Sea.
Where this realm is located, even the Chaos Sea changes color. The surrounding chaotic matter is attracted by it, forming a huge vortex-shaped nebula that slowly rotates around the realm. From time to time, chaotic matter is sucked into the outer universe of the realm from the vortex, becoming nourishment for the new world; the remnants of defeated worlds are also thrown out and drift in the vortex.
Viewed from a higher dimension, the entire Profound Arms Realm resembles a giant weapon under forging—countless universes are its materials, the radiance of the twelve weapon masters is the flame of quenching, the Heavenly Emperor's purple-gold sword intent is the power of hammering, and the ceaseless clanging of metal is the war song of forging.
The will of the Mother of the Stars was not too close to that of the Profound Arms Realm. Although the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms's realm was not as high as hers, the Mother of the Stars could not gain much advantage because the other party controlled the origin of the realm and had the home-field advantage.
Thus, the Mother of the Stars merely extended a wisp of her consciousness, set up a simple scheme, and achieved her goal.
As His will faded, information about the Spirit Saint Domain began to be transmitted to the higher levels of the Profound Arms Realm.
In the deepest part of the Profound Arms Realm, surrounded by twelve military capital cities, the Tiger Soul Palace floats silently.
It is not suspended in some Void, but embedded at the intersection of twelve universes—across which are layers upon layers of world profiles. Starlight, fragments of laws, and chaotic currents from different universes surge into this area from all directions, forming an endless storm of laws around the Tiger Soul Palace. The palace itself, like a stabilizing pillar, suppresses the collisions and frictions of these twelve universes.
Looking at the Tiger Soul Palace from afar, it doesn't resemble a traditional palace, but rather the sheath of a giant sword, slanted into the myriad realms.
The palace is slender, hexagonal prism-shaped, entirely dark gold, its surface covered with fine, natural patterns—not carvings, but imprints left by countless laws of the universe. Each imprint flows slowly, as if alive. The palace's top narrows slightly, like the end of a knife hilt; its base plunges into the depths of the Void, with a faint, visible sharpness emanating from the base—the intent of the Tiger Soul God-Seizing Saber Blade, piercing through the palace and into the Endless Chaos Sea below.
The palace has no windows. Instead, there are twelve cracks running through it—deliberately left gaps, each corresponding to one of the twelve cosmic cities of the War Lords. At specific times, the light from the War Lords' cities shines through these gaps into the palace, converging into twelve colored pillars of light before the Heavenly Emperor's throne.
The main gate is located on the narrowest side of the palace, formed by two broken ancient weapons intertwined.
The left half is a broken spear, its shaft still bearing the cracks of the battle of yesteryear; the right half is a tattered shield, the edge of the hole in the center of the shield bearing dark red marks—the blood of the original warlord, which has not faded despite the Endless years. When the two doors close, the cross-sections of the broken spear and the tattered shield fit together perfectly, forming a complete and shocking wound.
There are no guards at the door, for everyone who approaches feels that the two doors themselves are alive. If a malicious person touches them, the broken spear will pierce the enemy in an instant, and the tattered shield will devour their soul; if one acts with respect, the door will open on its own, emitting a low hum—that is the fallen warrior's acknowledgment of those who come after.
Stepping through the Gate of Broken Blades, the interior space is a hundred times larger than its exterior.
The main hall is long and narrow, with a slightly raised ground, like the spine of a flat knife. Stepping on it, you can feel a slight vibration in the metal beneath your feet—that is the pulse of the Tiger Soul God-Seizing Saber itself, synchronized with the heartbeat of the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms.
The walls on both sides are covered with countless illusory images of mystical weapons. These are not real objects, but rather the imprints of the weapon spirits left by the venerable opponents of the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms throughout his life of conquest. Each illusory image slowly shifts, enacting the final scene of that battle: a swordsman's all-out thrust, a battle axe descending from the sky in a slash, a spear piercing the Void in a deadly strike. They silently reenact the scene, becoming the most unique decoration of this palace.
At the far end of the hall Broken Blade Throne.
The throne itself was forged from the fusion of three broken, peerless weapons—the tip of a demonic sword, the middle section of a divine spear, and the handle of a battle axe. They twisted and fused in an impossible way, forming a seat that was both sharp and surprisingly comfortable. Embedded in the back of the throne was a fist-sized crystal, inside which was sealed a drop of golden blood—the first drop of heart blood that the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms forced from his own heart when he attained enlightenment, forever reminding himself: power comes from battle, and battle comes from the heart.
A shadow appeared, transforming into a tall figure who bowed to the Xuanbing Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms on the throne and said, "Your Majesty, a beacon of a New World Domain has just been discovered."
The newcomer is known as the Lord of Shadow Blades, one of the twelve Warlords of the Profound Arms Realm, in charge of the intelligence system, and a confidant of the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms.
"A new realm?"
A clanging sound, like metal rubbing against metal, rang out. Following the sound, one could see a majestic and domineering figure sitting proudly on the throne.
He sat atop the Broken Blade Throne, like an ancient mountain suppressing all realms.
His body was broad-shouldered and thick-backed, every inch of his muscles resembling the very essence of a divine weapon forged countless times. It wasn't the kind of bulging, knotted muscles, but rather the solidified substance refined through countless hammerings, like finely tempered steel that had lost its sharpness, leaving only a heavy, substantial texture. When he stood up, the light in the entire Saber Ridge Hall would dim slightly—not by magic, but simply because his massive figure blocked the light source.
Its head is its most captivating feature.
Two horns shot skyward—a pair of jet-black bull horns that jutted out diagonally from either side of his forehead, their bases as thick as an adult's wrist, tapering upwards to sharp tips. The horns were not smooth, but densely covered with fine, hair-like inscriptions, each bearing the name of a formidable enemy he had slain, flowing slowly within the horns as if alive. The left horn was slightly higher, the right slightly damaged—a mark left from his final battle before attaining enlightenment, which he deliberately left unrepaired as a warning.
His face was square, with high cheekbones and a sharply defined jaw. His skin was a deep bronze color with a metallic, matte sheen—an Eternity mark left from countless battles, stained with the blood of his enemies and scorched by the Chaos True Flame.
His eyebrows were thick and sharp, slanting upwards towards his temples. His brow bones were high and prominent, casting deep shadows beneath them. A pair of eyes were hidden in the shadows, their pupils the color of molten gold—not naturally so, but the color scorched by years of gazing at the Chaos True Flame of the forging furnace. When these eyes opened, the temperature of the entire hall would subtly rise, as if two balls of true fire were burning within them. Wherever his gaze fell, the illusory spirits of his opponents on the walls would tremble slightly, as if in fear.
His nose was high and straight like a mountain ridge, his lips were hard and always tightly pursed. He had a half-foot-long black beard on his chin, each hair as hard as iron, and he combed it meticulously. This was one of the few things that the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms cared about in terms of his appearance.
His bare upper body was covered with a dense array of scars. These were not ordinary wounds, but marks left by the laws of different worlds: some were flame-shaped, burns from powerful beings in the fire-elemental world; others resembled ice cracks, branded by the laws of ice; most shocking was a wound on his left chest that ran from front to back and still slowly emitted a dark light. It was a mark left when he was pierced by the spear of law of a powerful enemy during a battle. Deep within the wound, a beating heart could be faintly seen, each beat producing a metallic clang.
On either side of the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms's shoulders are two pieces of metal armor with tiger heads swallowing his shoulders. These are transformed from the blade of the Tiger Soul God-Seizing Saber. They are usually stored on his shoulders and are only truly activated in battle.
His lower body was draped in a dark red battle skirt, pieced together from the cloaks of twelve supreme warriors. Each piece of cloth was of a different texture: some were silk, some were animal hide, some were soft armor woven from metal wire, and some were even some kind of liquid substance—but they all showed the same color: the dark red of dried blood. The battle skirt reached his knees, the hem was uneven, and the edges still bore traces of tearing.
His bare feet trod on the cold metal ground, his toenails gleaming slightly. Legend that he has not fought for too long, and his body has begun to truly merge with the Tiger Soul God-Seizing Saber. One day, he will completely transform into a blade. However, on the body of the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms, there was not much of a blade's sharpness.
A being who proves his Dao with a sword, whose name resounds throughout the myriad realms, possesses not a single sharp edge. Perhaps only when he truly stirs his mind will the phantom of a giant sword appear in the Void behind him—at that moment, all the Xuanbing in the entire Tiger Soul Palace, and even the entire Profound Arms Realm, will bow down instantly, like subjects paying homage to a king.
"Have you confirmed the intelligence is accurate? Is this some kind of trap set by an old enemy?" asked the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms.
"No similar signs have been found so far, so it's highly likely that this sign is genuine," said the Lord of Shadow Blades.
"Hmm." Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms nodded slightly. "I believe you."
"The Spirit Saint Domain... Heh, it seems to be a remnant of the shattered Heaven-Bearing Domain."
"However, daring to call himself the Heavenly Emperor is truly overestimating himself!"
"Pass on my order: the twelve military commanders shall assemble and attack the Spirit Saint Domain."
The moment the Lord of Shadow Blades reported, the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms understood all the intelligence and quickly made a judgment. Just as the rumors about His basic image in the Chaos Sea said, He was extremely warlike. A war that other realms would have to be extremely cautious about was thus decided with a single word.
The Lord of Shadow Blades showed no surprise or dissatisfaction. Upon receiving the order, he immediately bowed and left to carry it out, demonstrating exceptional efficiency.
In the chaos, years are not recorded, but even according to the flow of time within the realm, it didn't take long at all for most of the power of the entire Profound Arms Realm to gather and head towards the location of the Spirit Saint Domain.
Chaos is boundless, and its vastness knows no bounds.
Here there is no up or down, no four directions, no past or future. There is only Eternity grayness, like the primordial darkness before the creation of heaven and earth. Endless chaotic energy surges and boils, sometimes transforming into towering waves, sometimes condensing into vortexes capable of swallowing stars. Occasionally, a huge black shadow flashes past from the depths; these are ancient beasts dwelling in the chaos, each exuding a terrifying aura comparable to Supreme God or Main God, wandering, sleeping, and preying through Endless ages.
However, today, this ancient and silent Chaos Sea has welcomed an uninvited guest who has broken its silence.
A golden crack suddenly tore open the gray curtain.
The crack, which started as a single line, expanded in an instant to a colossal size of tens of thousands of feet. Golden light poured out from the crack, illuminating the Chaos Sea that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles. Wherever the light passed, the surging chaotic energy calmed down instantly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, trembling slightly in the golden light, as if paying homage to their king.
A giant ship slowly emerged from the crack.
That could no longer be called a "ship." It was a moving continent, a Divine Kingdom forged from stars. The colossal ship was cast entirely from some kind of crystal-clear golden crystal, its surface engraved with countless intricate divine runes. Each Dao Pattern flowed with a light as if it were alive, like a sleeping ancient golden crow lying across the chaos. At the bow, a real, blazing sun was burning, continuously surging forth to provide power for the entire fleet.
At the brightest point of the sun's rays, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.
The Eternity Sun God.
He was clad in a golden-red divine robe, the hem embroidered with twelve great suns, each slowly rotating and radiating different powers—dawn, noon, Dusk, midnight, eternal night... His hair was like flowing flames, his eyes like two miniature stars, and every breath he took caused a violent tremor in the surrounding chaotic energy. He stood there quietly, yet seemed to be the center of the entire Chaos Sea, with everything revolving around him.
Behind him, Angel Legion stretched as far as the eye could see.
Twelve-winged Blazing Angel, eight-winged Angel, six-winged Angel, four-winged Angel, two-winged Angel... countless divine figures stood tall, their golden wings obscuring the chaotic sky. Each Angel was at least Main God- level being, and the twelve leading Blazing Angel exuded the aura of Supreme God. Pure holy flames burned on their wings, and they held flaming swords, their gazes fixed devoutly and fervently on the majestic figure before them.
Further away, smaller divine ships emerged one after another from the cracks. Each ship was filled with gods of faith—those deities who received the worship of billions of believers throughout the myriad realms of the Astral Realm. Some wielded thunder, some controlled storms, some governed harvests, some commanded wars... They were originally the rulers of their respective planes, but before the Eternity Sun God, they were merely subjects, vassals, an insignificant part beneath his divine throne.