The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Behind them, Ivan and his two companions watched this scene without any significant change in their expressions.

There was no stunned silence, nor did they gape in disbelief.

Because they had already witnessed Gu Xu crush a star beast with 120 billion HP in the secret realm.

So the scene before us is indeed breathtaking.

But it's still within their psychological tolerance range.

……

After the light barrier shattered, the scene that had been previously hidden inside was now truly exposed to them without any reservation.

If the scene I just saw through the light screen was already shocking enough...

Now, as the light curtain disappears, the true hell is finally revealed.

At the same time, the thick, pungent smell of blood, so strong it made them feel physically uncomfortable, sprayed onto their faces without any obstruction.

That feeling was a completely different level of impact.

Looking around... the ground was covered with flesh and blood puppets.

Covering the mountains and fields, densely packed.

The moment the light barrier shattered, the puppets seemed to receive some kind of command.

They, which had been kneeling, all raised their heads and aimed their mindless red eyes at Gu Xu.

Followed by.

"roar--"

Countless hoarse, low roars were simultaneously forced out of the puppets' throats.

Immediately afterwards, they sprang up from the ground and surged toward Gu Xu from all directions like a flood breaking through a dam.

Some ran, some crawled, and some rolled on the ground toward this side.

The visual impact of that scene was off the charts.

But Gu Xu remained expressionless when he saw this.

He simply took a step forward.

But that's all.

The boundaries of the realm of calamity pushed forward with his steps.

Wherever the black mist passed, the swarming flesh puppets, like clay figures being crushed by an invisible hand, instantly began to crack.

First the limbs, then the torso, and finally the head... The entire disintegration process took less than a fraction of a second.

One, two, ten, one hundred, one thousand.

Before the Domain of Calamity, tens of thousands of flesh and blood puppets were like ants passing through, disintegrating so quickly that not even a trace remained.

"Let's go, keep up."

Seeing this, Gu Xu waved to the person behind him without turning his head.

Ivan and his two companions exchanged glances, said no more, and immediately followed.

In an instant, the Domain of Calamity advanced forward with Gu Xu at its center.

Wherever it goes, all obstacles vanish into thin air.

The four of them moved toward the City of Eternal Winter at an extremely fast pace.

……

Just as Gu Xu, leading three demigods from the Northern Alliance, was pushing his way towards the City of Eternal Winter like a bulldozer crushing a shoddy construction project.

Meanwhile, something unpleasant is happening in the Abyss, the location of the Blue Star plane.

If we explain the so-called "rift abyss" in a more colloquial way, it can be understood as a huge crack deep in the universe.

The Blue Star plane, along with thousands of other low-dimensional planes of varying sizes, were all crammed into this crack like beans.

Normally, this crack is perfectly still, except for the occasional hiccup or a couple of tremors; otherwise, it's basically unnoticed.

But today is different, because today, the entire Rift Abyss has begun to boil.

The entire crack was vibrating violently from the inside out.

The amplitude of the vibration was beyond what could be described as a "hiccup".

It's more like someone who has eaten something bad and is squatting on the toilet experiencing the most painful moment of their life.

Judging from the appearance, the spatial barriers on both sides of the Rift Abyss are cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracks were ridiculously numerous, spreading and proliferating densely in the void.

Dark red light seeped from the edges of each crack, a light identical to the crimson light curtain above the Northern Alliance.

As the cracks spread, the vibration frequency of the entire rift increased, from once every tens of seconds at the beginning, to once every few seconds later, and now to almost continuous tremors.

It was as if something was frantically ramming against the barrier from the outside.

one more time.

Each strike was more ferocious and unreasonable than the last.

And those spatial barriers that were originally quite sturdy are gradually deforming, denting, and cracking under this extremely brutal impact.

If we compare the Rift to an egg, then the current situation is—the chick is about to hatch.

The problem is that what's about to hatch isn't a chick at all.

Rather, it is an entity whose name cannot be mentioned casually.

Zogra, the Lord of Devouring Dimensions

The "great and eternal gazer" in Munedimi's words is the supreme ruler of the Devourer Gods.

A name that has left behind terrifying legends in countless higher-dimensional universes.

And at this moment, He is trying to descend.

Or more precisely, He is being summoned by Munedimi's blood sacrifice ritual.

Of course, for the true form of the Lord of Devouring Dimensions to descend into a low-dimensional plane like the Rift Abyss, the difficulty would be no less than getting an adult blue whale to crawl into a mineral water bottle.

It is physically not allowed, and it is not allowed by the rules either.

Therefore, all He can do right now is to push a portion of His power toward this side in the form of a "projection".

But even this one projection was enough to make the entire Rift Abyss almost crack open.

From the perspective of the outside of the Rift, the scene was quite visually striking.

Among the stars, a projection so enormous it defies description is slowly but surely pressing in toward the Rift.

The projection was just too big.

How big is it?

If we compare the [Rift] to a small stream, then this projection is like a whale trying to squeeze into that stream.

The dikes on both sides of the river collapsed under the pressure of the whales, and the river water splashed everywhere.

The whale itself was also squeezed and twisted due to the limited space.

But it keeps squeezing in.

Very persistent.

His obsession was so extreme that it seemed a bit abnormal.

The outline of the projection was blurry and indistinct, and its specific shape could not be discerned. Only some chilling local features could be vaguely distinguished.

For example, tens of thousands of eyes.

Those eyes, of varying sizes, covered every inch of the projected surface.

Some are rotating slowly, while others are blinking rapidly.

Others stared blankly, like dead fish eyes.

But regardless of which one, their gazes are all directed in the same direction—inside the rift.

The direction in which the Blue Star plane is located.

In addition to the eyes, countless tentacle-like structures extend from the edges of the projection.

The tentacles slowly writhed in the void, as if probing, searching, and groping for weak points in the Rift Barrier.

Whenever a tentacle finds a crack, it will plunge in without hesitation and then forcefully push it to both sides.

The crack thus expanded little by little.

As the cracks widened, the energy fluctuations emanating from the rift became visibly more intense.

The energy fluctuations were all a chilling dark red, like rotting blood flowing among the stars.