Chapter 1233: New God Descends

Chapter 1233: A New God Is Born

War erupted across all universes within the heart of the left-wing theater, total and absolute!

Legions of arriving deities descended from every quarter like a cluster of indestructible blades, swirling with aberrant corruption, initiating an incessant campaign against every single universe where a Dao banner stood.

In some universes, the altars erected there were reduced to ash and smoke in an instant, their Dao banners contaminated under divine might, crumbling into flying cinders.

The cultivator armies guarding those places met with total annihilation, either mutating into slaves of the gods, or perishing in agonizing screams.

It was tragic to the extreme.

Yet in other universes, the altars stood firm, the Dao banners still exuding immortal qi as the guarding cultivators held on through sheer willpower.

The price, however, was a battlefield growing exponentially bloodier.

Viewed as a whole, the slaughter within the center of the left-wing theater was endless, surging continuously.

Simultaneously, the host from the left-wing command appeared at the critical juncture, serving as reinforcements. Back and forth they clashed, intertwining with the divine legions in a jagged deadlock, ceaselessly wearing each other down.

Together, they sang a dirge of death!

Thus, within the left-wing theater, death occurred at every breath. The churning of aberrant matter and the shrieks before the cessation of life knew no beginning and no end.

It became a cruel, crimson millstone.

This millstone turned continuously, throwing gods and cultivators alike into its maw, crushing bone, squeezing flesh, and obliterating souls.

Extracting blood.

Causing the crimson hue to gradually stain the void.

It seemed to turn into a blood-colored beacon, shining brightly amidst the war of the Fourth and Fifth Star Rings, gradually... drawing a sliver of attention.

Yet clearly, this level of luminescence, this amount of attention, was far from enough.

The light needed to burn brighter; the bloodshed needed to run deeper.

Consequently, more divine legions descended one after another.

More cultivators arrayed at the command rushed forth in succession.

Both sides, driven by disparate purposes, actively escalated the tragic severity of the war in the left-wing theater.

Life, in the midst of war, commanded no respect.

Only ideals, only stances, served as the fundamental source of power sustaining both sides in this desperate struggle.

To the deities, the appearance of the cultivators was an insurrection from below, an attempt to subvert divine rule. Had the distance been vast, it might have been tolerated, but the Fourth Star Ring and the Fifth Star Ring were simply too close.

Furthermore, the Sixth Star Ring was unique.

Coupled with the emergence of a new Divine Lord, sacrifices were required.

Therefore, the forces of the Fourth Divine Ring absolutely had to fight.

But to the cultivators, this was no insurrection; this was a battle for freedom, a struggle against enslavement.

For as the human race, a certain stubbornness existed deep within their bones.

It was the backbone that, once having stood up, refused to ever kneel again!

Hence, the outbreak of slaughter would never find its peak.

...

The existence of slaughter and the evolution of war also caused the manifestation of time flowing through the starry sky to become peculiar.

After all, with stars and universes serving as reference points, changes in their trajectories were rarely discernible within mere days.

Thus, most of the time, speeding through the starry sky gave one a sensation of eternal stillness, even in the absence of war.

However, because war had manifested, the perils contained within it became singularities that prevented this illusion of stillness from persisting.

Zhou Zhengli’s ability demonstrated its worth at this exact moment.

His precognition encompassed not only living beings, but stars as well.

"This universe is dying..."

Zhou Zhengli's voice was solemn, echoing in a low register.

Beside him, Xing Huanzi wore an equally grave expression. His sense of order, his balance, and the heavenly principles he had reacquired within the Huntian Universe were inherently part of the rules.

Thus, his perception was also incredibly intense.

"Order is also rapidly dissipating. Disorder is on the rise!"

As the two spoke, the sense of crisis within the hearts of Xu Qing and his group of over fifty people in the starry sky remained sky-high.

"The stench of blood here... death is erupting."

Xie Lingzi also spoke solemnly at this moment. Through his own broken sword, he scented a deathly aura that grew increasingly dense.

Consequently, everyone instinctively looked toward Xu Qing.

A dark glint flashed in Xu Qing’s eyes.

He possessed no precognition, and his understanding of order was inferior to Xing Huanzi’s, but his sensitivity to aberrant matter surpassed everyone present.

After all, this had been his norm since childhood.

Moreover, there was the Mud Fox; Its perception of aberrant matter was exactly like a cultivator’s affinity for spiritual qi.

And so, sensing it all, Xu Qing spoke calmly.

"The aberrant matter is denser than before, and the vitality within it... is climbing."

Having said this, Xu Qing offered no further explanation. His speed increased as he shot forward.

The crowd, watching Xu Qing’s receding figure, felt their respective anxieties deepen by a few more degrees.

Though Xu Qing had not explained, his words had already made the trend perfectly clear!

Denser aberrant matter indicated that many Dao banners had been destroyed, while the climbing vitality signified that the number of descending gods was growing larger and larger.

Thus, the path laid before them was truly only this single one.

Charge out of this war zone!

This thought, fueled by the surrounding crisis and the gravity in their hearts, became increasingly firm in everyone’s mind. In this manner, time flowed as the group accelerated to their absolute limits.

Veiled in concealment and wrapped in caution, they continuously drew closer to the border between the center and the frontline of the left-wing theater.

During this period, they encountered obstacles several times. However, with Xu Qing acting as the blade’s edge and the crowd as the blade's body during their charges, though some among them were wounded, they still tore through with fierce velocity.

Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps because the primary focus of the gods lay upon those Dao banners, the arrangements along the periphery were not dense.

This allowed the group, relying on their own methods and early warnings, to draw closer and closer to the edge.

Yet... good fortune could not last forever.

With only three cosmic intervals remaining before the edge of the central left-wing theater, a sudden encounter interrupted the advance of Xu Qing and his group.

It was a divine squad numbering around two hundred. Within its ranks were many divine fires and numerous divine platforms, led by two individuals at the peak of the Divine Platform realm.

Their original target had not been Xu Qing and his group.

The original mission was reinforcement.

Passing through this region, they were to bolster a designated area where a Dao Banner stood, enabling the battlefield there to strike decisively and destroy the banner in one fell swoop.

But upon sensing an anomalous ripple, the two peak-tier Divine Altar deities clearly saw no harm in taking a detour.

“A supply convoy that has penetrated this deep?”

Among this host of gods, the two leading figures—both peak Divine Altar beings of the same lineage—towered with massive frames, their bodies a deep violet-black, each bearing six arms and a rhombus-shaped scale of ghostly flame burning at their brows.

Now, as those brow-scales flickered, the two deities turned their heads in unison, their faces expressionless as they gazed toward the same distant point.

“To have ventured this far… these cultivators are not ordinary.”

Their divine eyes met; in the next instant, divine intent surged forth, and without hesitation, they altered course, striding across the void toward the location where Xu Qing and his companions had been sensed.

At that very moment, Xu Qing’s pupils contracted sharply—he felt the sudden stirrings of alien energy. Xing Huanzi, Zhou Zhengli, Xie Lingzi, and the others also sensed it one after another.

“Gods have locked onto us!”

“Killing intent surges nearby!”

“The starry sky is being sealed!”

As their expressions shifted in alarm, Xu Qing let out a low roar:

“Everyone—move faster!”

Without a second thought, he shot forward like lightning. The others, equally resolute, unleashed their techniques instantly, their speeds surging dramatically.

Yet the alien energies swirling from all directions now churned violently, as if a storm were about to erupt, seeking to bar their path.

And from the void echoed the gods’ peculiar murmurs—

distorting minds, blurring flesh, inverting perception—

affecting each of them to varying degrees.

Amidst their shifting expressions, Xu Qing suddenly raised his hand, his gaze resolute. Inwardly, he called out to Ni Hu Li:

“Lend me your divine body!”

Ni Hu Li, recognizing the dire urgency, opened his consciousness fully without hesitation, allowing Xu Qing’s divine will to flood in.

Though Xu Qing now inhabited a purely immortal form, he had once possessed a divine body—and before even arriving in the Fifth Star Ring, that divine form had already awakened multiple divine authorities:

the Authority of Sound, the Authority of Blood, the Divine Curse Toxin, even that faint glimmer of the Authority of Fortune…

Thus, gods held no mystery for him, nor did divine arts pose any unfamiliarity.

It was merely that his current body lacked suitability—

he needed a medium to manipulate alien energies!

But with Ni Hu Li’s body… everything changed.

That body became the conduit—

allowing Xu Qing to indirectly command the alien essence.

As for divine arts, his own Ecto-Immortal Path was more than sufficient—it could perfectly simulate them.

After all, he wasn’t mimicking another’s technique, but his own divine form’s arts—naturally, he knew them inside out.

And so, in the next instant…

As Xu Qing’s eyes blazed with piercing intensity and he thrust out his hand, a divine technique—one never before displayed by him in the Fifth Star Ring—erupted with thunderous force!

The surrounding alien energies froze instantly, ceasing their turbulence and merging wholly into Xu Qing’s will.

Every whispering murmur from the gods fell abruptly silent—their very sound stolen, twisted into Xu Qing’s divine art, and hurled back toward its source with lethal reversal!

Moreover, the alien essence around them began to transform: blood boiled, and even the divine blood coursing within the pursuing gods—emerging from the void—was thrown into turmoil.

Simultaneously, the Divine Curse Toxin surged outward in a cataclysmic wave, radiating from Xu Qing and his companions like a tidal deluge!

It was as if… a new god had descended upon the world!