Tian Xie, deep within the catacombs of the Giant Wave Merchant Guild, had consumed Xize, Ling Xiang, and Luo Lin, subsequently augmenting his own power and realm to a level comparable to that of the Divine Lord or Ming Hao. Now, fully displaying his strength, he was truly extraordinary.

Among those present, if it were a one-on-one duel, perhaps no one could match Tian Xie. However, with the combined forces of Phillett, Reddy, and the Azure Dragon, augmented by Xuan He, even Tian Xie’s immense power would find itself stretched thin.

“Tian Xie! You secretly colluded with beings from beyond your realm, plotting against our world—you deserve death!” Reddy thundered, bolts of lightning laced with internal thunder orbs crackling around him, shaking down upon Tian Xie.

“Nonsense!” Tian Xie sneered, his voice cold. “I am not from your world at all!

I was created entirely by the Matriarch, just as Desh was created by Desolate. My entry into your world, into Desolate’s primal realm, was always preparation for the Matriarch’s true awakening.” Hearing this, everyone present was jolted, their eyes wide with shock and surprise.

The information revealed by Tian Xie was utterly astonishing. The origins of Desh had always been an impenetrable mystery; many had probed and traced back for ages without ever truly grasping it.

Tian Xie claimed Desh was created by Desolate—how could that be possible? “Crack!

Crack! Crack!” Rainbow light burst forth from Tian Xie’s body, shattering the concentrated thunder orbs Reddy had formed.

His expression grew sinister. “What?

You don’t believe it? Can’t comprehend it?” Xuan He and Phillett had converged near Shi Yan, focused entirely on protecting him and ensuring he remained unharmed.

They had discerned that Zi Yao could employ that mysterious energy to infiltrate the mind-altar of everyone present with bizarre enchantment, capable of instantly seizing their rationality. Only Shi Yan, who had also glimpsed this energy, might have the means to restore their clarity.

Therefore, Shi Yan’s safety was the linchpin of the battle, the crucial bulwark against Zi Yao’s power. “If you said Desh was created by Devour, we might find that slightly easier to accept,” Shi Yan stated, his expression cold.

Blood armor was fitted tightly to his body, and over his chest bloomed a flower, violently red and bizarre. A pair of wide bone spurs flapped behind his back, and the world-destroying fluctuations within him surged rapidly.

“Hoo!” A Blood Eye, evolved from the Blood Sword, silently materialized above his head. The Blood Eye gleamed with crimson light, as if surveying everyone, continuously releasing evil force that struck at the spirit and the sea of consciousness.

Audrey’s beautiful eyes registered surprise and confusion; she gazed deeply at him, her delicate lips parting slightly. Clearly, she was stunned.

Her mother, Adela, and the warriors of the Nether Imperial Clan were equally shocked, turning to look at Shi Yan with bewilderment. They had never witnessed Shi Yan’s physique after his evolution.

The sudden sight delivered a massive shock to their minds, filling them with terror and deep unease. The surging, violent life-field emanating from Shi Yan was incomparably vast and immense, giving them a sense of crushing futility—a dread originating from the depths of their souls.

It was the same feeling they experienced when facing Desh in those bygone years. It was akin to a low-level creature encountering a high-level being for the first time, instinctively recognizing the chasm between them.

Xuan He, Phillett, and the Azure Dragon paused their assault on Tian Xie, their expressions grave. Their eyes flickered with uncertain light as they awaited further explanation from Tian Xie.

As the leaders under Desh, Xuan He and Phillett still hadn't fathomed Desh's identity or origins. Ming Hao had previously speculated that Desh might have been formed by merging the essence blood of the four great races, but that remained mere conjecture, unconfirmed.

Tian Xie, being closely connected to Hui, one of the Primordial Beings, must have been indoctrinated with considerable information from the Primordial Era, granting him extraordinary insight. They felt that what Tian Xie said next might hold the truth, capable of truly elucidating Desh’s identity and background.

Tian Xie suddenly turned, looking far toward Zi Yao. His expression carried a hint of seeking approval.

Zi Yao haughtily lowered his head slightly. Tian Xie performed a respectful bow, then turned back, smiling casually.

“Desolate suffered a grievous injury. Its body split into five: Desolate is the main brain, while Divine Grace, Divine Favor, Ancient God, and Ancient Demon are its avatars, four distinct entities.

These four individuals respectively created the Divine Race, the Undead Demon Race, the Celestial Demon Race, and the Nether Imperial Clan.” “One hundred thousand years ago, the ancestors of the four races entered Desolate, attempting to refine it. This was, in truth, the avatars’ endeavor to supplant the main brain, but they ultimately failed.

For many years afterward, Desolate’s four avatars fought independently, driving the four races into ceaseless conflict within its primal realm, causing continuous warfare, shattering and destroying star domains, making its primal realm increasingly bloated and slowing the speed of its main brain’s awakening.” As Tian Xie spoke, everyone held their breath, listening intently. No one resumed attacking.

For Tian Xie’s words touched upon the mystery of the Star Sea, a conundrum that had plagued them for countless years; everyone yearned to know the reason. “Those four failures from one hundred thousand years ago were slain by Desolate.

Desolate realized that if it allowed the four avatars to continue their chaos, control might become even more difficult. Thus, it condensed Desh using the essence blood of the ancestors of the four races.

Desh’s essence blood contained the strengths of the four races, approximating the perfect blood of a Primordial Being. Desolate created Desh intending for it to destroy the four races, using Desh to accomplish the unification of the main brain and avatars, thereby awakening completely.” “Unfortunately, just as Desh gained sentience and was about to be imbued with Desolate’s profound inheritance, Devour suddenly invaded.” “Devour is the sacred land of the Desh lineage, the Blood Sea, the Dark Abyss, and is also one of the Primordial Beings, as well as Desolate’s mortal enemy.

Devour took advantage of Desolate’s weakness following the tempering of Desh to pass its profound inheritance to Desolate. Devour’s primary profound law is Devouring, incorporating the Eight Great Evil Powers.

Devour intended to use Desh to exterminate the sentient beings of Desolate’s primal realm and destroy its main star domain.” “Desh became the critical point in the billions of years of conflict between Desolate and Devour. Desolate originally intended to use Desh to achieve the integration and awakening of its primary and avatar bodies, but it was inadvertently infiltrated by Devour and bequeathed Devour’s profound law.

The tempering by Desolate, coupled with the inheritance of Devour’s law, directly led to the meteoric rise of Desh. In its early stages, Desh slaughtered rampantly, causing widespread devastation, accumulating power through the Devouring law until it reached the pinnacle of strength.” “Desh was an unparalleled prodigy.

Later, without guidance, it comprehended the Dark Energy known only to Primordial Beings and gradually realized the meaning of its existence—that it was merely the key to the struggle between Desolate and Devour.” “Thus, in its later phase, Desh drastically changed course, ceasing continuous slaughter. Instead, it gathered many disciples, established factions, and resolved to resist everything.

Towards the end of its cultivation, Desh transcended the Immortal Realm, reaching a height comparable to a Primordial Being. It sought to break free from the manipulation of Desolate and Devour, desiring to soar across the firmament, but it was constrained by Devour.

In a final, life-or-death struggle, Desh managed to inflict grievous wounds upon Devour. Naturally, Desh was also heavily struck by Devour.

In its weakened state, Desolate struck again, instructing the Divine Lord to unite with other powerhouses to surround and crush it, leading to its complete demise.” “For the past hundred thousand years, Desh was the first being in this primal realm capable of transcending everything, truly soaring across the Star Sea. It comprehended Dark Energy and possessed the ability to destroy this world.

Had its destiny not been bound to this location, it might have succeeded.” Tian Xie turned back, gazing reverently at Zi Yao, then pivoted to continue. “My Matriarch was the one most deeply wounded; originally, she could not contend with Desolate or Devour.

However, because the conflict between Desolate and Devour has never ceased for eons, and due to the emergence of Desh, both Desolate and Devour have been severely injured again, causing them both to enter a temporary dormant state. Therefore, in the current true vast universe, my Matriarch is the strongest.

If you submit to my Matriarch, she will forgive your offense and grant you transcendence beyond heaven and earth.” “The struggle between Desolate and Devour has never stopped for eons? How could it not have stopped?” Phillett exclaimed in astonishment.

Tian Xie scoffed dismissively. “In that universe, your Desh sacred land exists—it is a Dark Abyss, which is the condensation of Devour’s consciousness.

This is akin to you using your soul-consciousness to invade Xuan He’s primal realm, allowing your soul-consciousness to wreak havoc within Xuan He’s primal realm, seeking to destroy it. Do you understand now?” Phillett was startled.

“The Dark Abyss of my Desh lineage is the condensation of Devour’s consciousness and soul? Is it the infiltration and intrusion of the external Devour into Desolate’s primal realm?” “Precisely.

Conflicts between entities of this magnitude can last for eons. To put it simply, they are still locked in battle to this day, fighting in ways we can never comprehend.

Desh was merely a minor episode in their struggle,” Tian Xie explained. A look of horror dawned upon everyone’s faces.

Imagine: right now, in the boundless universe, the Dark Abyss, the condensation of Devour’s soul-consciousness, invades Desolate’s primal realm. Two beings, whose existence spans untold eons, are still clashing, and have been for countless ages.

And they are merely small creatures within Desolate’s primal realm… Perhaps, when Desolate and Devour, beings of that primordial caliber, look upon them, it is the same way they look upon the insects and vermin within their own primal realms. This was a profound devastation to their inner beings!

Tian Xie’s explanation was direct and simple, but Shi Yan’s comprehension was deeper. As his consciousness shifted, his mind drifted within his own primal realm, which was as vast as the Star Sea.

He floated and darted through one star after another, a bitter smile touching his lips. If… if he were just a drop of rain, a tiny bug in someone else’s primal realm, with every move perceived and every action watched under another’s gaze—what sorrow was that?

No wonder Desh fought desperately, seeking to break free from everything, to shatter the cage of constraints. Alas, Desh was refined by Desolate; this was its greatest tragedy and the root of its failure.

It was like his current fusion with Divine Grace of the Ancient Continent. He could observe the every move of the beings born on the Divine Grace Continent, exerting immense restraint over the Celestial Demon Race members—and this was only because he hadn't truly integrated the source essence.

If he completely merged with the source essence of Divine Grace, he could control the life and death of every member of the Celestial Demon Race, just like the Divine Lord! Shi Yan was truly awakened, completely awake now.

He finally understood why Desh’s sole dying instruction was that the inheritor chosen by Xuan He, Xuan Shan, and Lao Luo must be a soul from beyond their realm. Because only then could they disregard the rules and laws within their destiny, truly break through the cage, and fearlessly defy the terrifying constraint Desolate held over destiny.