Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

On the afternoon of the third day after leaving the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Dongfang Weiwo's carriage arrived at the outskirts of Tianji City on the southwestern border of Zhongzhou.

Tianji City is not a city—it is a group of stone platforms floating above the canyon, with large and small platforms connected by spirit bridges. The highest one, the Star Gazing Platform, stands in the very center of the canyon, like a stone needle piercing the sky.

The spiritual energy here is thin, but the star power is abundant. The night sky within a hundred miles is always three times clearer than elsewhere. Even at noon, you can see a few stubborn stars that refuse to disappear from the sky.

The invitation letter from the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets read, "Please come to Heavenly Secrets City for a chat when you have time, Lord of Heavenly Mystery." However, Dongfang Weicheng began to frown as soon as his carriage entered the outer perimeter of Heavenly Secrets City, a hundred miles away.

The spiritual energy fluctuations in the air were abnormal; an extremely faint, unfamiliar tremor was faintly visible above the sky, like an invisible bell continuously ringing in the far distance and at a great height.

He lifted the carriage curtain and looked at Meng Chixing, who was riding beside the carriage. Almost at the same time, the Demon Emperor in his black robe turned his head, a rare hint of solemnity flashing across his usually indifferent eyes.

"You felt it," Meng Chixing said.

"It started last night."

Dongfang Weiwo lowered the carriage curtain, pressed his hand to his chest, and the key imprint was pulsating slowly, but not because the remains inside his body were resonating—it was the key imprint giving an "early warning".

He had never felt this kind of tremor before, but the oldest part of his memories deep within his Demon-Sealing Bloodline was awakening, giving him a message that was clear to the bone.

Something is coming through.

The car sped towards Tianji City.

At the highest point of the floating stone platform, the figure of the Celestial Mystery Elder stood on the edge of the observatory, his white robe fluttering wildly in the canyon wind.

He held a shattered astrolabe in his hand, his face showing no shock, only a calm as if he had foreseen everything.

When Dongfang Weiwo led his people onto the observatory, the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets turned around and handed him the shattered star chart.

All the star trail markings on the chart jumped out of the normal range, as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed the entire night sky and forcibly twisted it around.

"Lord of the Manor," the old man's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for three days, "I've calculated it."

"What?"

"Fallen."

The Old Man of Heavenly Secrets looked up at the sky. The afternoon light suddenly dimmed for a moment—a huge shadow swept across from directly overhead, moving so fast that its shape was almost indistinguishable, but Dongfang Weiwo's perception exploded the instant the shadow passed.

The shadow was the size of a mountain suspended in the air, its entire body covered with a silvery-white metallic shell, and its surface flowed with unfamiliar energy fluctuations that were a hundred times purer than any spiritual energy on the Tianxuan Continent.

Starship.

The feedback from the severed divine and demonic arm that flew into the void when the ancient formation of Baidi City was activated half a year ago has finally returned to the Tianxuan Continent.

The old man of heavenly secrets whispered:

"They're coming. I knew three months ago when I saw the star trails begin to shift. I calculated it one hundred and eight times, and the result was always the same—this calamity is unavoidable. So I only had time to send all the disciples away from the city, and stayed behind to wait for you."

"What are you waiting for me for?"

"Look at this."

The old man Tianji took out a roll of silk from his sleeve, on which was drawn an extremely rough but clearly directional map—marking the specific locations of the four pieces of remains that had not yet been taken by Dongfang Weiwo.

A fragment of the copper bell from the Wanfo Temple in the Northern Territory, the sixth piece buried somewhere underground in the Central Plains, a piece deep within the demonic territory of the Southern Frontier, and...

The last section was marked with a question mark, and next to it was only a line of small text:

"Not on the mainland. The direction you go out is the direction you come back."

Just as Dongfang Weiwo was about to examine the rolled-up silk scroll closely, a deep, muffled rumble came from the ceiling, like an extremely heavy door being pushed open from the outside.

The sky over Zhongzhou shattered at that moment.

It wasn't the kind of tearing apart of clouds; it was a crack running east to west, splitting open from the very center of the entire sky. The edges of the crack gleamed with a cold, silvery light, like a spiderweb of cracks appearing on a piece of solid glass after being smashed with a heavy hammer.

The entire heartland of Zhongzhou simultaneously felt that oppressive force—a sense of pressure from beyond the heavens, completely outside of any known cultivation system of the Tianxuan Continent, pouring down from the cracks like ice water poured into scalding magma.

The entire floating stone platform of Tianji City trembled violently, and the spirit stone railings at the edge of the star-gazing platform collapsed one after another.

Dongfang Weiwo looked up—the silver-white starship had fully revealed its true form above the clouds:

The three-thousand-foot-long, shuttle-shaped ship hovered high in the sky, its surface covered in layers of silver patterns that lit up one by one. With each layer that lit up, dozens of figures flew out from the hatches on the side of the ship.

Those people were all dressed in silver-white armor, the surface of which was shrouded in energy ripples of the same origin as the starship.

Their faces peeked out from the gaps in their armor, their features almost identical to those of humans, but a cold, silvery-gray light shone deep within their pupils, revealing no trace of emotion.

They hovered in mid-air in two rows. The weakest of them was at the peak of the Celestial Realm, and the stronger ones were beyond the comprehension of Dongfang Weiwo at a glance.

When the last figure emerged from the top of the starship, the air in the entire Tianji City suddenly froze.

It was a tall, slender man in silver armor, which was thinner and more form-fitting than the others. His face was handsome and sculpted, but his eyes—deep within his silver-gray pupils—had countless tiny stars moving about, as if he had captured the trajectory of an entire starry sky in his eyes.

As his aura spread, three floating stone platforms on the outskirts of Tianji City shattered in succession. Those were late-stage Creation Realm experts, and extremely stable and pure ones at that.

The silver-armored man hovered in the air, looking down at the broken floating stone platform below and Dongfang Weiwo and others standing on it.

He spoke, his voice not loud but extremely penetrating, so that everyone within a radius of hundreds of miles could clearly hear every word he uttered.

"This realm is a land abandoned by the era of gods and demons."

The silver-armored man's gaze swept over Dongfang Weiwo, lingering for less than a second on the key mark on his chest.

"The remains of gods and demons are lost items of the Myriad Star Domain and must be recovered in their entirety. Anyone who hands over the remains will be spared death. Anyone who resists—"

The five celestial envoys behind him simultaneously raised their hands. Five silver-white beams of light shot out from their palms, piercing the sky and landing precisely in five directions from the Tianxuan Continent.

"—Extermination of the entire clan."

The Taichu Divine Sect was the first to make a move.

Above the Tianxuan Mountains, a silvery-white pillar of light crashed into the core of the spiritual vein of the seventh peak upon landing.

When the Primordial Daoist soared into the sky from the main hall, the protective barrier of the entire mountain range was activated. The spiritual light accumulated over a thousand years transformed into seven dragon-shaped energies that swirled around the mountain peak. The two hundred years of Celestial Disciples formed the Big Dipper Formation, and Shen Jinglan led the twelve peak stewards to guard the various directions.

The Primordial Daoist stood floating in the air, his white hair dancing wildly in the storm stirred up by the silver-white pillar of light.

He gazed at the six silver-armored figures gradually coalescing within the pillar of light, his voice deep and resonant like muffled thunder:

"This is the mountain gate of the Primordial Divine Sect of the Heavenly Profound Continent. You come from beyond the heavens, and have unjustly broken my barrier and damaged my spiritual veins—if you do not retreat quickly, do not blame this old Daoist for showing no mercy with his sword."

The celestial envoy at the head of the group raised his mask.

The face beneath the mask was not much different from that of the humans of the Tianxuan Continent, but those eyes had no pupils, only two slowly rotating silver-white starlight.

He sized up the Taoist Primordial for a moment, then spoke a sentence in a completely unfamiliar language. But the moment his voice fell, the meaning of each word was directly infused into the consciousness of everyone present by an invisible force.

"The abandoned land of the God and Demon Era. The blood of those corpses flows in your veins. Myriad Star Domain—Recovery Order—Hand over all remains. Those who resist—Exterminate your race."

The Primordial Daoist's pupils constricted sharply. He understood the meaning behind the words "Recall Order"—these people treated the Tianxuan Continent as a warehouse for some kind of relics, and they wanted to empty out everything from the God and Demon Era, and the means of emptying out did not include any negotiation.

"Bullshit!"

Yan Kuangtu's furious roar had already resounded a hundred miles away, but he was still on his way.

The Taoist Master Taichu drew his sword.

When the seemingly ordinary ancient sword with pine-patterned blade was drawn, its blade suddenly grew three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in length. All the spiritual light in the sky flowed into the sword, condensing into a hundred-zhang (approximately 33 meters) sword beam that slashed straight into the envoy formation outside the heavens.

That was the last strike left by the founding ancestor of the Primordial Divine Sect, a full-force sword strike from the mid-stage of the Creation Realm, enough to split a mountain range in two.

The leading celestial envoy raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a silver-white rune appeared in his palm.

The rune rotated once, and the hundred-foot sword light suddenly solidified three feet before touching the rune—a layer of silvery-white crystal shell formed on the surface of the sword light. The shell was as smooth as ice, and the sword light shattered into light fragments inch by inch inside the crystal shell, eventually dissipating into nothingness.

The Tai Chu Daoist's expression changed drastically. Before he could even draw his second sword, the Heavenly Envoy's right hand had already pressed down on him from a distance of a hundred feet.

That palm strike had no wind, no spiritual light, and no visible offensive force—the chest of the Primordial Daoist suddenly caved in, and the sound of his armor shattering was so crisp that the entire mountain range could hear it.

His body plummeted from mid-air, his back shattering the summit of the third peak of the Tianxuan Mountains. Blood-stained rocks splattered everywhere, and the old Taoist priest was embedded in the broken rocks, his white hair stained with blood, his life force instantly waning.

The great formation composed of two hundred celestial disciples unleashed its full power simultaneously—two hundred rays of light converged into a sea of ​​spiritual light that swept over the celestial envoy.

The three celestial envoys raised their hands simultaneously, and three silver-white beams of light crisscrossed and cut across the ocean of spiritual light, which was torn apart like silk being cut by scissors. Half of the celestial beings coughed up blood and fell due to the backlash, while the remaining hundred people struggled to maintain the formation, but the core of the formation was shattered, and the formation was no longer a formation.

Shen Jinglan swept in from the side peak, protecting the heavily injured Tai Chu Daoist with one hand, and holding his sword in the other to block the formation, his voice hoarse:

"Hold the mountain gate! Reinforcements are on their way!"

The leader of the extraterrestrial envoys did not pursue. He looked down at the shattered Tianxuan Mountain Range beneath his feet, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at a trampled blade of grass.

The five celestial envoys behind him began to scatter and sweep across various parts of the mountain range—the core of the spiritual vein of the seventh peak was directly extracted by the silver light, and the stone door of the collection room of divine and demonic bone fragments on the fifth peak was blasted open by a palm strike. Three disciples tried to stop them, but were casually blasted away and embedded in the cliff wall.

The millennia-old foundation of the Taichu Divine Sect collapsed in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.