Chapter 1328: The Great Scarlet Heaven

Warships blotted out the sky like clouds!

Thousands upon thousands of massive vessels—ranging from mountain-sized to celestial—filled the heavens, obscuring the sun and plunging the world into darkness as if night had fallen.

Amid the blaring of the True Dragon Horn, the entire fleet surged forward, cutting through the void like divine soldiers on the march, shaking the sun, moon, rivers, and mountains, causing the very cosmos to tremble!

Deep within the Celestial Academy, a colossal stone platform, engraved with endless glyphs, erupted with radiant brilliance, carving out a vast passageway—akin to opening a tunnel through the great cosmos.

“Whoosh—”

Winds howled, heaven and earth quaked, and countless warships roared past, charging toward the expansive passage, bound for the Great Scarlet Heaven.

This was no ordinary spatial gate—it was too vast, resembling the collapse of a starfield, warping time and space in a spectacle both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

To reach the Great Scarlet Heaven, one had to breach the boundary barrier. The Celestial Academy possessed such an altar, capable of opening the “Celestial Path,” allowing safe passage through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Otherwise, attempting to reach the Great Scarlet Heaven by sheer force alone was a feat few in this world could achieve, and the journey would be unbearably long.

“Slaughter them! Hold back the fiends of the Otherworld!”

A furious roar echoed as clouds of killing intent billowed forth. An ancient vessel ignited, its radiance surging like a tide of war!

“Fight! Block the Otherworld’s invasion! Defend our lands, protect our homes, and shield our kin!”

One after another, warships soared, blazing with dazzling light as they plunged into the passage.

Shi Hao and the others watched in silence. Some of the young geniuses, their eyes moist, boarded the ship, determined to witness their predecessors in battle.

Everyone knew that if they truly encountered beings from the other side of the world, countless lives would be lost—the cost would be unimaginably horrific.

“Let’s move!” An elder from the Sacred Academy leaped forward, diving straight into the vast passage, choosing to act alone rather than travel with the fleet.

Boundless and endless, the warships raced ahead at breakneck speed. Crossing this passage meant entering the Great Scarlet Heaven—where a world-shaking battle would soon unfold.

Shi Hao’s vessel was exceptionally sturdy, its hull a faint crimson hue shimmering with scarlet mist, for it was forged with the supreme treasure—Crimson Blood Immortal Gold, a material of divine legend.

This was the treasure ship of an immortal lineage. Though far smaller than the celestial warships, its indestructible frame could carry thousands. Aboard were young prodigies, alongside a few elders whose strength was unfathomable.

The ship’s value was beyond measure—it could tear through the cosmos, shift positions instantly, and withstand even the mightiest of attacks.

A rare treasure of the mortal realm, its purpose was clear: to safeguard the young geniuses, allowing them to observe the battlefield from afar and retreat without peril when necessary.

The scarlet-misted warship was the last to enter the passage—all for the sake of caution.

**BOOM!**

Finally, the entire fleet crossed the cosmic passage, entering another realm where swirling spiritual energy surged forth, enveloping every vessel.

**The Great Scarlet Heaven!**

They had arrived in this ancient land, one of the legendary Nine Heavens!

Countless myths surrounded it, shrouded in mystery.

But now, none of that mattered. Nothing was more urgent than the invasion from the Otherworld—a threat that could determine the fate of all races, a calamity that could annihilate the world.

“The Primal Ancient World was once divided into many regions. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are remnants of that era, shattered during the final battle of the Immortal Ancient Epoch. Some domains vanished forever, leaving only these fragments,” the Grand Elder explained.

Then, his voice rose, shaking every warship:

“The Great Scarlet Heaven was once known as the Heaven of Parted Sorrow. I need not explain—its name alone carries the weight of endless regret!”

A tremor ran through the crowd. Indeed, in the previous epoch, this land had been drenched in rivers of blood, piled high with bones—a place of unfulfilled vengeance and sorrow.

“The Great Scarlet Heaven, also called the Heaven of Parted Sorrow, is recorded thus in ancient texts because the Immortals died with hatred in their hearts. Their bones were stacked together, their regrets unquenched. Later generations used their remains to forge a mighty fortress, sealing the rift between worlds,” an elder from the Sacred Academy declared.

The Great Scarlet Heaven was vast. Upon entering, the fleet beheld endless mountains and rivers receding into the distance as they sped toward the borderlands.

“The Immortals fell in battle—the mightiest of the previous epoch, their demise a tragedy. Now, even the fortress built from their bones has been shattered. This is our shame, our sorrow! We must hold the line!” roared an elder from the Immortal Academy.

The forces gathered here represented the strongest of their world, their warships unimaginably swift, crossing distances like fleeting dreams.

The border was distant, yet under the fleet’s incredible speed, it drew near in moments.

Tension gripped everyone—they were approaching the battlefield.

“We’re here! Stay alert!”

“Prepare for battle! Activate all killing formations!”

One by one, the ancient ships blazed with light, divine power boiling as the supreme glyphs of each clan ignited. The great battle was about to begin.

The border of the Great Scarlet Heaven lay ahead.

This was a mystical ancient land, where stars hung low in the sky, so close they seemed within reach, wreathed in chaotic mist.

This was the edge of the world, the boundary of their realm.

As they advanced, they saw stars blocking their path, while others had fallen onto the boundless earth below.

“Hmm?”

Many were astonished, for most had never witnessed such sights before.

Below, colossal mountain ranges stretched, their peaks piercing the heavens—some even bore small stars upon their slopes.

Some towering ancient peaks, shrouded in chaotic mist, had suns resting upon their summits.

This place felt unreal, like a scene from immortal legends—stars suspended in the air, others rooted in the earth.

This was no illusion. Some celestial bodies had indeed been born from these mountains, absorbing the primal essence of creation before ascending into the sky.

“True Dragon’s Lair!” someone whispered.

A stone stele stood before a massive mountain, marking an ancient cave inscribed with the words “True Dragon’s Lair,” faint draconic energy seeping from within.

“Once, a True Dragon dwelled here, nesting among star cores, hatching its eggs amidst the chaos. But it has long been abandoned—even the dragon aura has faded to near nothing,” someone explained.

Further on, they beheld the colossal corpse of a Golden Crow, still glowing, its radiance transforming the land into a sea of fire and magma, stretching endlessly beneath the chaotic mist.

Such was the border of the Great Scarlet Heaven—a land of ancient wonders, remnants of a glorious past.

The border, where the world met the primordial chaos, held relics of creation itself—bones of beings from the dawn of time, and creatures beyond imagination.

Once, this had been a sacred land for cultivation, but war had ravaged it, leaving only ruins.

“Prepare for bloodshed!” the Grand Elder bellowed.

They had reached the final battleground.

Ahead lay a vast expanse—mountains, valleys, plains—stitched together to form the border.

But today, it was neither peaceful nor serene. A sinister wind howled, and unseen creatures wailed.

Even from a distance, the stench of blood was overwhelming.

Before them, city after city lay in ruins, reduced to rubble and shattered walls. Not a single intact corpse could be found—only fragments of flesh and splintered bones, the blood long turned black.

The devastation was absolute. No survivors remained—not even among the countless ordinary folk who had once lived here.

The border had been home to many, a thriving land now reduced to a graveyard.

“How many perished? Tens of millions at least—not a soul spared!” someone lamented.

As the fleet pressed on, more shattered cities came into view—some torn apart by monstrous claws, others obliterated by raging winds.

By the time they had passed, the death toll from these tribes and cities was estimated in the hundreds of millions.

The horror was unimaginable.

The wails they heard came not from the living, but from tormented souls, unwilling to fade.

Shadows flickered, ghostly energy surged—this was a hell on earth.

Ahead, black mist churned, rending the heavens. There stood the ruins of the Great Scarlet Heaven’s fortress—built from the bones of Immortals, now the epicenter of destruction.

All the slaughter, all the bloodshed, all the hatred emanated from there.

It was the gateway through which the Otherworld’s creatures had emerged.

The plains, mountains, and abysses trembled as a low voice echoed—soft, yet earth-shaking, threatening to sunder the world itself.

“Pitiful servants, have you come? This world shall soon return to the embrace of the Eternal!”

The voice was imperious, dripping with disdain.

“KILL!” roared the elder from the Sacred Academy.

Eyes burning with fury, the warriors surged forward. The horrors they had witnessed demanded vengeance.

The battle for the Great Scarlet Heaven had begun.