The tusked giant’s eyes held a trace of worry. “It’s not us who want to start the final war—it’s Blood Blade Divine Emperor! It’s the cultivator universe that’s forcing our hand! They’re pushing us to the brink. Right now, Blood Blade Divine Emperor is deploying a Void Array, scouring every corner of existence. The power of that array is terrifying. If we let him continue his search, he will inevitably uncover our hidden sanctuary. He will find the cosmic passage that connects to our universe.”
“This cosmic passage is our lifeline. We must protect it at all costs.”
“Once they discover it… we’ll have no choice but to engage in a decisive battle,” the tusked giant declared.
Nilo, the Dominator, remained silent.
It was true.
Blood Blade Divine Emperor was methodically searching every inch of space, leaving no stone unturned. Sooner or later, they would be found.
Nilo transmitted his thoughts: “Now is not the time for war. Our understanding of the cultivation system of the cultivator universe is still limited, and our strength has not yet grown significantly. Moreover, the rare resources we’ve gathered are insufficient, and the number of newly born Sect Masters is still few.”
“Thanks to the precious materials from the cultivator universe, we’ve already birthed three new Sect Masters,” the tusked giant frowned. “But we need more. However, Blood Blade and his forces are vigilant. If we gather too recklessly, we risk exposure.”
“Indeed,” Nilo agreed. “Blood Blade has already begun secretly hoarding rare materials. Many resources are now difficult to obtain.”
“Blood Blade Divine Emperor!”
A glint of killing intent flashed in the tusked giant’s eyes.
As the strongest Sect Master of the Mother Goddess Sect, he deeply feared that very figure.
“Nikolai, our home universe is on the brink of total collapse. Our people are barely surviving, even lacking the most basic resources for cultivation. Nine Guardians have already reached the threshold of breakthrough, yet we lack the means to elevate them to Sect Master rank.” The tusked giant shook his head. “For now, we can still cling to life in the half-collapsed universe. But once it fully collapses, all life will be extinguished.”
“None in our Mother Goddess Sect has yet taken that final step.”
“Thus—”
“We must seize the cultivator universe!”
“Our people will multiply here, and the new generations born will be recognized as lifeforms of this universe, protected by its laws. They will be able to draw upon its power for cultivation. And we, the Transcendents, will also gain the universe’s protection,” the tusked giant declared.
Within a universe, one is safe.
Outside… it is a realm of terror, utterly unfit for survival—at least not for beings of their current strength.
“This is the only stable cosmic passage,” the tusked giant continued. “A final lifeline granted to us by the Mother Goddess.”
“Our people’s survival, our Transcendents’ cultivation—all depend on claiming a new universe.”
“We are already studying their cultivation system, gradually mastering its rules and mysteries. We are using their resources to birth more Sect Masters. Given time, our strength will only grow.” The tusked giant’s voice turned icy. “But Blood Blade Divine Emperor will not allow it. The cultivators will no longer tolerate our delay.”
“They are forcing our hand.”
“We have no retreat.”
“We must conquer this universe, erect the Mother Goddess Altar, and reshape its laws to suit our cultivation system.” The tusked giant’s eyes gleamed with cold fury. “Yes, we are invaders. But our home is dying. For survival, we must take theirs.”
“I understand,” Nilo, the Bloody Dominator, transmitted. “That is why I willingly risked death, abandoning everything to reincarnate—for the sake of our people’s legacy.”
“Sect Master Nikolai, your sacrifice for our race is immense,” the tusked giant acknowledged. “Now, Blood Blade’s Void Array continues its search. Time is short. We had planned for a final, decisive battle. But with Qing Jun ascending to Dominator rank, the cultivators no longer possess any overwhelmingly powerful figures among their Venerables. Our strategy may shift. Soon, the Sect Masters will convene to decide. You will be informed.”
“Understood,” Nilo replied.
—
At the summit of Star Mountain, the ten Dominators and all the mighty figures of the cultivator universe gathered, drinking and laughing in high spirits.
Among them, Nilo, the Bloody Dominator, sipped his wine, outwardly jovial but inwardly conflicted.
Once a Guardian of the Mother Goddess Sect’s universe, he had reincarnated into this world alongside his kin, sealing away most of his memories, leaving only a sliver of awareness. Some never awakened, perishing as mere mortals. The odds of success were slim—countless had fallen.
But some, like him, had succeeded.
They had awakened.
Yet now, reborn under this universe’s laws, they were bound by its rules, its karma. Nilo, once a Venerable, had risen to Dominator rank.
“How many of my brethren still live?” he wondered silently.
Some might have forsaken their duty, choosing to live as true cultivators. Who would know? Reborn, their souls altered, none could tell their origins.
Loyalty alone determined who remained faithful.
Thus, none had been exposed. The few who succeeded were cunning, avoiding fatal mistakes. As for traitors like ‘Bamboo Sage,’ they were native cultivators who had allied with the Mother Goddess Sect for power—ignorant of its true designs.
—
The feast continued.
Blood Blade Divine Emperor and the Primordial Originator conversed in secret.
“The Void Polar Array scours the cosmos relentlessly. The Mother Goddess Sect will be forced out,” Blood Blade transmitted. “Two outcomes: they fight, or they flee. What will they choose?”
“Whatever their choice, your strategy will exhaust them,” the Primordial Originator replied confidently. On their home turf, the cultivators held the advantage—fallen avatars could be reborn.
Yet Blood Blade remained wary. “But they too have strengths. Hidden, they’ve long studied our cultivation system, merging it with their own. If they succeed, their monstrous physiques combined with mastery over cosmic laws would make them formidable. We cannot delay. The Void Polar Array is our means to expel them swiftly.”
“True,” the Primordial Originator nodded. “But take heart—before the war, Qing Jun broke through. We’ve gained another Dominator.”
“Yes.” Blood Blade glanced at Qing Jun in the distance. His disciple’s ascension brought him joy.
“After this feast, war looms,” Blood Blade said, surveying the gathering. “Ordinary mighty ones and Venerables need not participate. They would be of little use. The burden falls on us ten.”
“Indeed. The greatest battle of this cosmic era. If they retreat, all the better,” the Primordial Originator chuckled.
“Do not hope for mercy,” Blood Blade murmured, his gaze unfathomable.
“Master.”
A voice suddenly reached him—Dongbo Xueying.
“Xueying? What is it?” Blood Blade inquired.
“Master, I have urgent news to report,” Xueying transmitted.
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