A city built from the bones of the ancestors, countless lives slaughtered, turning the borderlands of the Great Scarlet Heaven into a lifeless wasteland stretching a hundred thousand miles—what unspeakable horror is this?
Thus, every cultivator who arrived here burned with fury, their blood boiling in their chests, thirsting for vengeance!
A single word—**”Kill!”**—voiced the rage in every heart. In that moment, countless ancient ships blazed with light, colossal sigils rising one after another.
These were the runes of ten thousand clans, the profound truths of all mighty races, awakening in unison to assault the ruins and annihilate the enemy.
Even knowing that those beyond the ruins were beings from another realm—perhaps stepping into unimaginable heights, lofty and untouchable—none here would yield. They would fight to the bitter end!
**BOOM!**
Blazing flames surged, divine radiance flooded the heavens, and killing intent pierced the skies. The runes of all clans converged, resonating with terrifying harmony, forming an unparalleled scripture of power.
The sheer magnitude of this force shook the world, leaving all awestruck.
Before this, none had known that the fusion of ten thousand clans’ runes could unleash such might!
Only the Great Elder, the Sacred Academy, the Immortal Academy, and a few living fossils from the Eternal Families had glimpsed hints of this truth—scattered fragments in ancient texts, whispered legends. Now, it was proven.
**”Good! This is it!”** an elder roared.
The resonance of ten thousand clans’ runes birthed an unimaginable, world-suppressing force, crashing toward the ruins like the fury of creation itself!
**CRACK!**
The void shattered, chaos churned, and black lightning streaked across the sky. The borderlands expanded, growing as if the world itself were being reforged, the heavens split anew!
The spectacle was terrifying—so much so that even phantom visions of reincarnation flickered into existence, defying belief!
**”So this is the true power of our runes! The truths of ten thousand clans resonate as one, their might unrivaled!”** someone cried out in exhilaration.
**”Incredible! Magnificent! Crush the enemies of the other realm!”** others bellowed, their voices trembling with excitement.
The heavens quaked, countless stars trembling in the firmament.
Yet, just as hope and anticipation swelled among the masses, a cold, merciless voice echoed from the black passage beneath the fallen fortress.
**”Pitiful creatures remain pitiful. No matter how you struggle, no matter how you fight, you cannot change reality. You are simply too weak.”**
The voice was calm, almost indifferent—a disdain so profound it bordered on contempt.
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, a massive black hand, scaled and ink-dark, rose from the abyss beneath the ruins, meeting the descending runes head-on.
**”Pfft!”**
With a single grasp, the sky-filling resonance of ten thousand runes shattered, exploding into torrents of energy like raging floods and mountainous waves.
The horror of it! The combined might of countless clans, the brilliance of their warships, the activation of their killing formations—all useless against this single hand!
Most crucially, this united force had been **pierced** by a mere gesture. What kind of power was this? It shook the souls of all who witnessed it!
How could they fight this?
How could they resist?
The black hand tore through the heavens, scattering clouds, shredding the runes of ten thousand clans, and even shattering the phantom moons in the sky, sending them crashing to the earth!
What kind of nightmare was this?
For a moment, all stood dumbfounded, unable to accept the truth before them.
Pale faces replaced the fervor of moments ago. The courage, the battle-lust—all shattered by that single grasp.
How could they fight such an existence? They were not even in the same realm!
Though countless experts from ten thousand clans had gathered, numbers meant nothing. They stood no chance.
The bitterness was overwhelming. The despair, crushing!
They had come in force, only to realize it was all futile. Against the other realm, their strength was laughably frail.
No blow could be more devastating. Some felt their spirits wither entirely.
Doubt spread. Should they keep resisting? Should they still choose to fight? If this continued, it would be a one-sided slaughter—a massacre in vain!
Silence fell. No one spoke.
The scene was eerie. Moments ago, the battlefield had roared with the fury of ten thousand clans. Now, after that black claw’s strike, only deathly stillness remained.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
**”Disappointing. Each generation grows weaker. You are nothing—pathetic. Even the beings of the Immortal Ancient Era were stronger than you.”**
The voice from the ruins was neither loud nor impassioned. It was simply cold, detached—and that very indifference made the gap between them feel insurmountable.
No one retaliated. Only sorrow remained. They burned with hatred, with vengeance, yet they were powerless.
**”The so-called ancestors of your last era—those who refused to submit, who fought us to the death—what became of them? Annihilated to the last! Your so-called Immortals, your so-called invincibles—did they not kneel before us, corpses at our feet? They refused the wine of peace and drank the cup of suffering instead. And you, their descendants, truly inherit their stubbornness. You refuse to yield until death stares you in the face. Knowing we have returned, you dare to stand against us. Do you not fear extinction?”**
The words were brutal, laced with truth-force that shook the Great Scarlet Heaven, reverberating across the world, making every living being tremble in terror.
The final lines were roared—a scathing rebuke, a declaration of this world’s ignorance, its arrogance. It was the voice of a being looking down from on high, despising all who stood before it.
A single enemy had shattered the conviction of countless heroes!
This was the horror they faced. With sheer might, he had proven that the beings from the other shore were unstoppable—that this world was hopelessly outmatched.
How could they respond? How could they fight back?
Many burned with fury, wanting to curse, to scream—but in the end, they realized it was meaningless.
If they could not win, their defiance was nothing but a joke.
Despair spread. Silence reigned. Faith wavered.
**”Steady your hearts!”**
A thunderous voice cracked through the air, jolting everyone awake.
It was the Great Elder. His expression was stern as he stood in the void, his broad robes flapping in the wind.
**”Why despair? This was but the first clash! If you knew whom you faced just now, you would not grieve. That was an **Immortal Being**—a survivor of the last era, a veteran of the ancient war!”**
His words surged like a tidal wave, shaking the heavens and rousing the crowd.
**”For an Immortal to strike at the very start—what does that tell you? They are **afraid**. They lack confidence, hence this intimidation!”** the Great Elder roared.
Elders from the Sacred Academy, the Immortal Academy, and the Eternal Families stepped forward, adding their voices.
**”As we long suspected—the barrier between realms is not so easily broken. If they could truly crush our world, would an Immortal waste words? They would have slaughtered us already!”**
**”Indeed! Our united assault with the runes of ten thousand clans held its own against a being from the last era—ending in a stalemate!”**
One after another, the elders spoke, their voices rallying the masses.
The crowd stirred, realization dawning.
**”Pitiful creatures, comforting yourselves with delusions. Amusing.”** The cold voice echoed once more from the abyss.
**”No. **You** are the one who fears. Your kind cannot yet cross over fully—that is why you sent an Immortal to intimidate us from the start!”** the Great Elder countered.
**”And even you, an Immortal, are limited. The rules of this world reject you, suppress you. The longer you stay, the weaker you become. You cannot truly dominate this realm!”**
**”Foolish words. If that is your belief, then you shall be the first to die!”**
The voice turned icy. Then—**BOOM!**—a terrifying force erupted, shaking the heavens, making every warship tremble on the verge of collapse.
The black hand surged forth once more, this time aimed directly at the Great Elder, blotting out the sky in its monstrous reach.
**”Watch closely, all of you! This so-called Immortal, this so-called supreme being of the last era—**this is his true measure!**”**
The Great Elder did not flee. He did not retreat.
He stood firm—and **charged forward**, leading by example, rallying the spirits of all!
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