That voice resonated through the void. The voice was nearly all-encompassing.

It was the Civilization of Kuaange, the Civilization of Praise. The vastness of the civilization, the immensity of the civilization, the greatness of the civilization, the shores of the civilization.

Everyone fighting at Heart Mountain paused involuntarily. “This is the Song of Civilization.” “Yes, this is the hymn used to praise civilization…” “When breaking through to the Realm of Civilization, the Anthem of Civilization appears.” “However, this Song of Civilization isn't very resonant.

When truly breaking through to the Realm of Civilization, its praises can be heard across billions of miles, and none of us here should currently be capable of breaking through to that realm.” “Then it must be the Song of Civilization that appears when someone below the Realm of Civilization is ascending.” “Heavens, which figure breaks through to the Tenth Heaven of the Worldly Realm or the Half-Step Realm of Civilization to trigger the Song of Civilization? Their foundation must be incredibly deep.” “Indeed.

It is said the Son of the Desolate Age also summoned the Song of Civilization when breaking through to the Tenth Heaven of the Worldly Realm. Yet, with so many powerful figures present, the number capable of summoning this song is no more than three.” “Who exactly is achieving this breakthrough and eliciting the Song of Civilization?” In the distant void, countless beautiful musical notes materialized.

Each note symbolized the civilization’s grandeur and infinite mysteries. So many people marveled, wondering what manner of person had appeared.

This time, the Sacred Land of Civilization hosted an abundance of latent geniuses and hidden masters, making it impossible to guess who it was. As speculation swirled, a far louder voice boomed through the void.

“Break through for me!” Countless rays of light gathered from all directions, converging upon the Son of the Desolate Age suspended in the emptiness. The amassed light made him shimmer incandescently.

At this moment, the Son of the Desolate Age looked utterly magnificent, every inch of his body radiating a sacred glow—he was clearly attempting a breakthrough mid-battle. Hua Fa Sheng unleashed an endless torrent of profound, mystical arts into the void.

But the Son of the Desolate Age paid him no mind. A beam of light shot from his hand, merging with his Desolate Primordial Halberd.

The halberd seemed to be enveloped in infinite radiance. The Son of the Desolate Age looked at Hua Fa Sheng: “Hua Fa Sheng, I am breaking through mid-battle now.

Though you are the foremost figure beneath the Top Fifty Heavenly Rankings, you will still fall to me, for I have attained the strength within those Top Fifty Rankings.” Hua Fa Sheng sneered, “Easy to boast, isn’t it?” The Son of the Desolate Age returned the sneer. “Boast?” His Desolate Primordial Halberd cleaved forward fiercely.

With a whoosh, it shattered ten thousand layers of spells and sent Hua Fa Sheng hurtling backward. In this single strike, the Son of the Desolate Age had established a commanding advantage.

Hua Fa Sheng was inwardly shaken to the core! A mid-battle breakthrough was never a simple feat.

For someone at the level of the Son of the Desolate Age and Hua Fa Sheng, even achieving a slight improvement required millennia of accumulation, making breakthroughs agonizingly difficult. A breakthrough mid-battle was something one wouldn't even dare to dream of—it was fundamentally impossible, the difficulty soaring beyond comprehension.

The stronger one became, the harder it was to advance; attempting it during combat made the near-impossible even rarer. Hua Fa Sheng, known as the greatest beneath the Top Fifty, knew his potential had reached its current ceiling; a mid-battle breakthrough was out of the question for him.

Yet, the Son of the Desolate Age had just accomplished it again—it was as if he treated the rules of heaven and earth as mere trifles. Heavens!

The Son of the Desolate Age had broken through mid-battle once more! This was simply too exaggerated!

Now, the Son of the Desolate Age’s strength had officially entered the Top Fifty Heavenly Rankings, placing him on an entirely different tier than everyone else. The members of the Desolate Alliance naturally felt a surge of pride.

Following the Son of the Desolate Age was the only way forward. He was the undisputed, invincible figure—truly worthy of the title, Son of the Epoch.

Now, with a breakthrough in combat, he had surpassed Hua Fa Sheng. Unstoppable, victory was assured for their side; the Shard of Chaos Civilization would be theirs.

Conversely, the Anti-Desolate Alliance members’ faces darkened drastically. Damn it, the Son of the Desolate Age broke through mid-battle!

Did he intend to let anyone else live? The Son of the Desolate Age was now utterly bloodthirsty, his methods terrifying.

With victory secured, for the people present, worrying about claiming the Chaos Civilization Shard was secondary; survival itself was uncertain. In an instant, the tide of battle was overturned.

The Son of the Desolate Age descended like a divine Buddha. At this critical juncture, the Son of the Law roared, “We must stop the Son of the Desolate Age!” The Son of the Law immediately shot upward.

As he ascended, the Son of Martial Arts laughed heartily, “Son of the Desolate Age, I’ve long wished to fight you! My Chest, my Chest—let us face the Son of the Desolate Age together and see what methods the Son of Destiny, the Son of the Desolate Age, truly possesses!” The Son of Martial Arts also took to the sky.

“Count me in,” declared the Giant Axe Emperor’s Scion, carrying a massive axe. He soared into the air and brought the axe down toward the Son of the Desolate Age.

The Saintly Imperial Scion of Law also flew forward, determined to engage the Son of the Desolate Age. Confucius of the Confucian Civilization rose swiftly as well, rising to challenge the Son of the Desolate Age.

Feng Xingxing shifted his form and flew to the side of the Son of the Desolate Age. It turned out that Hua Fa Sheng was no ordinary man; he had anticipated this scenario long ago.

What if the Son of the Desolate Age broke through mid-battle? He had considered this contingency and prepared a countermeasure: the six individuals—the Son of the Law, the Saintly Imperial Scion of Law, the Son of Martial Arts, Feng Xingxing, the Giant Axe Emperor’s Scion, and Confucius—would join Hua Fa Sheng to form the Seven Star Grand Formation.

The Seven Stars specialized in slaughter! Hua Fa Sheng was the core nexus of this Seven Star Formation, dedicated to confronting the Son of the Desolate Age.

At this moment, the Son of the Law and the Saintly Imperial Scion of Law deployed auxiliary techniques to support Hua Fa Sheng’s sorcery. The three streams of magical energy merged into one colossal torrent, which roared toward the Son of the Desolate Age.

Simultaneously, the Son of Martial Arts unleashed the vast, transformative power of his Chest technique, Feng Xingxing his unparalleled speed, and the Giant Axe Emperor’s Scion his indomitable ferocity—these three caused the Son of the Desolate Age significant trouble. Meanwhile, Confucius’s technique, characterized by its perfect balance and harmony, served as the anchoring force for the Seven Star Grand Formation.

It was precisely because of Confucius’s steady presence that the coordination among the other six members of the Seven Stars achieved flawless synergy; balanced mana was perfect for such a stabilizing role. The Seven Star Grand Formation attacked the Son of the Desolate Age alone.

The Son of the Desolate Age merely sneered, “What if the seven of you join forces? Has the Son of the Desolate Age ever known fear?” Now, the Son of the Desolate Age seemed like an unparalleled War God, plunging into the Seven Star Grand Formation single-handedly.

In a one-against-seven confrontation, he did not yield ground, yet the seven combined forces managed to suppress his razor edge. The supreme battle overhead was essentially stabilized: the Seven Star Grand Formation against the Son of the Desolate Age alone resulted in a stalemate.

But wait. Something was fundamentally wrong.

Initially, the forces of the Desolate Alliance and the Anti-Desolate Alliance were evenly matched, locked in a stalemate. Now, however, the Son of the Law, the Saintly Imperial Scion of Law, the Son of Martial Arts, Feng Xingxing, the Giant Axe Emperor’s Scion, and Confucius—six individuals—had gone to fight the Son of the Desolate Age.

Suddenly, the Anti-Desolate Alliance was stripped of six Half-Step Realm of Civilization experts, instantly placing them at a decisive disadvantage. Meanwhile, the Son of the Desolate Emperor, the Son of Immortals, the Jade Emperor, Tong Yun Chou, the Heroic Strength Imperial Scion, and Zhu Ren Yu—six individuals—were instantly freed up.

Adding the newly returned Saintly Imperial Scion of Tong—that meant the Desolate Alliance had gained a staggering seven additional Half-Step Realm of Civilization masters. Seven masters at this level could absolutely swing the entire conflict.

“Hahahaha! The Anti-Desolate Alliance dares to fight us?” “The Desolate Alliance is certain to win.” “Seven Half-Step Realm masters can easily crush the Anti-Desolate Alliance.” “Everyone, you must choose your allegiance wisely; never stand on the wrong side.” The seven Half-Step Realm masters showed no hesitation and moved instantly to join the fray.

What could be done? Once these seven joined the battle, who could possibly stand against them?

Wait, Li Taishi—Li Taishi managed to defeat the Son of the Demonic Path and possessed considerable combat prowess. Perhaps if he engaged, with luck, he could barely hold off one Half-Step Realm master.

But then again, holding off one meant six others remained. No matter who it was, no one could salvage the Anti-Desolate Alliance from impending collapse.

At that moment, a flash of light suddenly pierced the sky. Such incredible speed!

No, as fast as light! Faster than light!

This was the Sword Howl Electric Flash. There were several recognized speeds in the Way of the Sword.

One was the Sword Howl Thunder Sound, a speed many could achieve—the sword light moving as fast as sound; the sword arrived exactly when the sound did. However, few could reach the faster Sword Howl Electric Flash.

The sword arrived simultaneously with the light. This speed was termed the Sword Howl Electric Flash.

Those who could unleash the Sword Howl Electric Flash were never simple figures; they were renowned figures from the Central Celestial Dynasty, each capable of matching a primary combat force. Who was this arriving so late?

The light stopped, and the person stopped. Only after the figure decelerated did the crowd clearly discern their appearance.

It was a man in green robes carrying a sword. His long, unbound hair whipped wildly in the wind: “So close, so close, I finally made it.” Lu Yuan had arrived!

The newcomer was none other than the man who had fled mid-battle earlier—Lu Yuan. But what good was Lu Yuan’s arrival now?

The enemy forces were overwhelmingly strong. With seven Half-Step Realm masters present, Lu Yuan couldn't defeat even one.

His appearance served only as a suicide mission, having no other conceivable purpose. Among the seven Half-Step Realm masters, the Saintly Imperial Scion of Tong was the first to snicker menacingly: “Lu Yuan, you were lucky to escape last time.

Luck won't favor you forever. Now you seek death willingly; I shall indulge you.

This time, there is nowhere left for you to flee, neither heaven nor earth. You shall die here.

The myth of the Eighth Son of Destiny ends with this Imperial Scion.” The Saintly Imperial Scion of Tong was still burning with irritation from Lu Yuan’s earlier escape, and now his rage erupted. The Saintly Imperial Scion of Tong instantly revealed his weapon, the Ghostly Secret Immortal Copper!

Simultaneously, the Saintly Imperial Scion of Tong positioned himself directly above Lu Yuan, unleashing an overwhelming torrent of offensive power. To execute Lu Yuan decisively.

(Chapter One delivered.)