I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

The wind and snow were kept a hundred meters away by the boundary wall.

The pool water was boiling.

Ouyang Qianjue sat cross-legged, his body like a bottomless black hole, devouring the pure white world origin.

A powerful surge of energy emanated from him, spreading outwards in concentric circles.

Endless worlds, the abyss plane.

This is a vast and boundless territory belonging to destruction and slaughter.

The sky was a dark red, like dried, congealed blood.

Two enormous, purplish-black "suns" hung high in the sky, emitting a chilling light.

The earth was shattered.

The magma flowed slowly through the crisscrossing deep trenches, occasionally spewing out columns of fire tens of thousands of meters high, melting the surrounding black rocks.

A colossal beast emerged from the sea of ​​lava.

It resembles a giant whale, with a body length exceeding 500 kilometers and its back covered with sharp barbs.

Peak of the eighth rank.

These creatures, which would be terrifying enough to cause a cataclysmic tsunami on Earth, are merely livestock used to haul giant ores in the Abyss Plane.

In the sky, groups of abyssal bone dragons circled.

Their bony wings blotted out the sky, and the aura emanating from each one was no less than that of a peak ninth-tier beast.

At the heart of this region stands a black temple that pierces the clouds.

The temple, constructed from hundreds of millions of giant skeletons, rises into the stratosphere like a sword piercing the sky.

The temple hall is spacious.

Twelve dark purple stone pillars, each a kilometer in diameter, support the dome, and are covered with densely packed magical patterns.

A colossal figure sat upon the throne.

Baal, the seventh lord of the Abyss.

He was over 10,000 meters tall, and sitting on his throne, he resembled a dark mountain.

Dark red, magma-like magical patterns flowed across the skin's surface.

Above its head grew six horns that shot skyward like halberds, surrounded by dazzling purple lightning.

Just a moment ago, he sensed a subtle ripple coming from the void.

Baal slowly opened his eyes.

His eye sockets had no whites, only two vortexes burning with black karmic fire.

"Um?"

The Abyss Warriors standing below the main hall all knelt on one knee, burying their heads deep in their chests.

Each of these warriors exuded terrifying power, even at the peak of the tenth-tier divine throne.

At this moment, they were like ants in front of Baal.

"My lord, what has happened?"

A warrior from the abyss, shrouded in blood-red armor, spoke respectfully.

He has four wings on his back and holds a blood-red giant blade that is two thousand meters long.

Such a size and imposing presence clearly belonged to a tenth-tier demon god.

"The aura of a lower plane."

Baal raised his right hand, covered in black scales, and gently tapped it in the void.

He forcibly pulled a gray stream of energy from the void, which swirled around his fingertips.

The air currents still retained the sharpness of the polarized sword path, as well as the lingering purple-gold blood energy of Shen Tian's eternal domineering body.

"Blue Star?"

The blood-armored warrior raised his head, a look of surprise flashing in his vertical pupils.

Blue Star, this plane has long been marked on the star map of the Abyss Clan.

In their plan, that was the next hunting ground that the Abyss army was about to conquer.

This is an extremely barren and fragile lower plane, where even the very origin of the world has been depleted.

In other words, it was a plane that didn't even have a tenth order.

Not long ago, a descendant of royal blood, Yuan Sha, secretly used a teleportation array to infiltrate the area, attempting to use it as his coming-of-age ceremony training ground.

"In a mere inferior plane, someone actually managed to tear apart the boundary between countless worlds and forcibly seize a portion of the world's origin."

Baal's voice boomed, his expression indifferent.

"Stealing the source..."

"Trying to break through to the tenth rank in this way? Interesting."

Originally, Blue Star was just one of the many planes that the Abyss Clan wanted to conquer.

I never expected anyone to try to break through to the tenth rank in this way.

This piqued Barr's interest, but that was all.

The blood-armored warrior's aura suddenly erupted, scorching the surrounding space and creating dark voids.

"My lord!"

His voice was deafening.

"Please allow me to lead my legion on a campaign to crush that inferior plane. I will refine that ant that stole the source, along with the billions of beings in that world, and offer them to your throne!"

A powerful urge to kill stirred up a bloody storm within the hall.

"No."

Another figure stepped out of the darkness, his voice chilling.

This is a demon god draped in a dark green robe.

His body was hunched over, and he held a scepter made from the skull of a giant dragon in his hand, with eerie white soul fire flickering in his eye sockets.

The chief high priest of the seventh lord of the abyss, Ming Gu.

Why?

The Blood-Armored Warrior turned its head, its four wings unfurling, stirring up a violent gust of wind.

Minggu tapped the ground with his scepter, and green ripples spread out, suppressing the frenzied atmosphere in the hall.

"Blue Star is merely a depleted, lower-level plane. Its world barriers are extremely fragile, and its dimensional rules reject higher-level energy."

"Tenth-tier power would instantly cause spatial collapse when passing through a rift of that level."

Minggu's voice was hoarse as he slowly explained.

"If a tenth-tier divine throne were to forcibly descend, not only would the passage shatter, but the will of the Blue Star plane would also detonate instantly, banishing all invaders to the endless void."

"but."

"It won't take too long."

"Those world rifts are themselves signs of endless worlds devouring other planes."

"However, the current level of absorption is not enough, and the resulting world rifts are not yet large enough to accommodate powerful individuals."

Minggu turned around, his empty eye sockets staring at the star map.

On the projection, the gray chaos surrounding the blue planet is seeping inward at a visible speed.

"This process is irreversible."

"A few months, maybe even less. Once the endless world is completely devoured, the fusion of planes will reach a critical point."

"At that time, numerous large-scale world rifts will appear in the skies above Earth. The restrictions of dimensional rules will be completely eradicated."

"By that time..."

"My lord, we will no longer need any teleportation arrays or passages. The army of the Abyss can pour out without hindrance and completely turn that world into our hunting ground."

A deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

Baal sat on the throne, expressionless.

Dark purple lightning flashed between the massive stone pillars, illuminating his enormous, mountain-like face.

"A few months."

For him, it was but a fleeting moment.

He leaned back slowly, his massive body blending into the shadow of the throne.

It wouldn't be worth getting him to take action against a mere Earthling.

His generals are capable of massacring the entire Earth.

Baal closed his eyes, which were burning with black karmic flames.

The surrounding raging dark red magic runes gradually dimmed, transforming into a heavy, pitch-black stone shell that covered his body.

The aura of the seventh lord of the abyss completely subsided, and the gravity of the entire hall seemed to become incredibly heavy at that moment.

The generals all knelt on the ground.

"Yes, my lord."