The Purple Flame Hall, opulent and revered, was steeped in a faint, ash-white mist, within which colossal thrones towered. Above the Purple Flame Hall stretched an infinite, pitch-black firmament, studded with the dazzling brilliance of myriad stars, vast and boundless; starlight poured down from the cosmos, washing the ground in a faint sheen that evoked longing.

At this moment, various brilliant lights flickered into existence above the thrones, and figures materialized, taking their seats upon them. These figures were all shrouded in obscuring mist, their faces indistinct, yet each radiated an overwhelming aura, as if they were the very nexus of the universe, the supreme beings of heaven and earth!

At the center of these thrones stood one, purple from head to toe, majestic as a mountain—a Throne of Purple Flame, consumed by roaring violet flames. Upon it sat a figure of imperial grace, clad in long, noble purple robes embroidered with countless flame patterns, exuding an aura of terrifying might.

Seated there, he appeared immutable against the flow of time, like a divine flame searing heaven and earth; merely gazing upon him induced a breathless stillness. The surrounding figures all turned their gaze toward the man in purple.

"Are all assembled?" the man in purple asked, his voice deep. A gentle voice emerged from the mist nearby.

"Lord Yan Emperor, the rulers of all vassal states, as well as the generals and commanders, most have arrived. Only the Rulers of Dragon Star Kingdom, Starry Sky Kingdom, and Heaven’s Scourge Kingdom are at Ancient World Peak and could not return." The man in purple nodded slightly.

"I have summoned you all because there is a matter I must announce. Recently, the Rotating Saint King of the Samsara Temple, in conjunction with the Mayan Civilization, the Heavenly Fate Civilization, and numerous other civilizations, have divined an earth-shattering piece of news!" "The Great Holy War is fast approaching!" His tone carried a note of solemnity.

As the words fell, the entire Purple Flame Hall descended into absolute silence. After a pause, someone managed to speak, their voice strained.

"The Great Holy War is coming so soon?" Yan Emperor nodded slightly and stated gravely, "Ten thousand Eon Eras have passed since the last Great Holy War concluded. Each Eon Era spans ten quadrillion years!

Civilizations have risen and perished repeatedly, mere ripples in the river of history. Now, numerous civilizations have reached maturity!

According to the Rotating Saint King's calculations, the Great Holy War occurs once every one hundred thousand Eon Eras!" "The calculations indicate that the Great Holy War will arrive within the next one million years." Silence reigned among all present. For figures like them, a million years was but the blink of an eye; refining a single Dao Artifact required that long, and a rare moment of enlightenment could span tens of millions of years!

Yan Emperor’s eyes seemed to encompass all of cosmic space and time; his demeanor was poised and calm, as if he understood the workings of heaven and earth completely, mastering strategy and foresight. He stated quietly, "This Great Holy War, calculated jointly by the Rotating Saint King and the myriad civilizations, has finally yielded a conclusion." "What conclusion?" "With the abilities of the Rotating Saint King—knowing the past, present, and future, discerning the Six-Dimensional World—he must surely know how to survive the Great Holy War!" "It is said that during the outbreak of the last Great Holy War, the Dark Great World invaded, sparking total war.

Countless lives were lost, many civilizations were annihilated, the heavens and earth were thrown into turmoil, and innumerable cosmic worlds perished. No Divine Emperor escaped the conflict." Everyone voiced their opinions.

These were figures who typically governed entire realms, yet now they displayed palpable unease, their words flowing more freely in their anxiety. Yan Emperor remained composed.

"That conclusion is this: in this Great Holy War, the beings of the Ancient Continent will all face extinction. Ultimately, the entire Dark Great World will conquer the Ancient Continent!" "What!" "How is that possible!!" "We will all be extinguished?" "Stop joking!

Even in the last Great Holy War, the Dark Great World failed to occupy the Ancient World!" All were deeply shocked, their hearts sinking. Even a fool knew that what the Rotating Saint King calculated was never wrong; its accuracy was 100%!

One must remember the stature of the Rotating Saint King, whose lifespan was immeasurable, yet he had never made such a prediction across so many Eon Eras, illustrating the profound power of his art of computation. Therefore, nearly everyone understood that anything this person uttered was never a falsehood.

Unsurprised by their reaction, Yan Emperor’s eyes flickered slightly as he continued in a low tone, "The Mayan Civilization's divination indicates that the entire Ancient World will descend into apocalypse. With the Mayan Civilization’s time machine and divination arts, error is impossible.

However, the Rotating Saint King discovered a sliver of hope within it!" "A sliver of hope?" "What method?" "The diagram of cosmic operation records: Forty-nine evolves, lacking one for perfection! Could there truly be such a loophole?" "Given the cosmic system of the Ancient World, such a flaw shouldn't manifest, should it?" Discussions erupted among the assembly, yet their eyes remained fixed on Yan Emperor with anticipation.

Yan Emperor stated gravely, "According to the Rotating Saint King’s calculation, this fate, which was deemed predetermined and unchangeable, can be shattered—leading to a new paradigm—if that one sliver of hope is seized at the proper critical juncture." "As for what this sliver of hope is, even he could not divine it. In my view, perhaps a mysterious treasure is about to surface, or someone will arrive from the Ancient Realm.

It is said that during the last Great Holy War, the supreme beings of that era collaborated with those from the Ancient Realm to suppress the invasion, preventing the Dark Creatures from seizing the world." Hope flared brightly in everyone's eyes, as if they had glimpsed salvation. "If someone from the Ancient Realm can arrive, they can surely save the Ancient World!" "I will depart for Ancient World Peak immediately to seek the gate to the Ancient Realm!" "It is rumored that even an ordinary person who merely glimpses the gate to the Ancient Realm can comprehend cosmic laws and become a divine powerhouse!" Everyone’s spirits were instantly roused.

They were beings of immense power, possessing wills capable of defying heaven, yet upon hearing the joint divination of the Rotating Saint King and the myriad civilizations, they believed it nine-tenths of the way, pinning all their hopes on that slender chance. Yan Emperor nodded slightly.

"Recently, the other Nine Great Empires, along with various great families and some reclusive ancient veterans, have emerged and proceeded to Ancient World Peak to search for the gate to the Ancient Realm. If you have no immediate tasks, you might consider heading there." "Yes!" "I will certainly go!" "This is the paramount concern; it must be handled cleanly.

In another million years, the cosmic limit arrives—time is too short." All concurred with the Emperor’s assessment. Yan Emperor nodded with satisfaction.

"While this matter is urgent, do not let panic destabilize our foundations. During this period, you must strictly guard the encampments of the Dark Great World to prevent any Dark Creatures from infiltrating.

Furthermore, not long from now is the Ten Kingdoms Martial Assembly. If any monstrous disciples serve under your banner, send them forth to bring glory to your Empire!" "Yan Emperor, at a time like this, must the great Empires still proceed with the Ten Kingdoms Martial Assembly as customary?" A figure enveloped in ash-white mist spoke, his voice slightly lowered.

The others turned their gazes toward Yan Emperor; some remained silent, others frowned. Yan Emperor’s expression remained composed.

"We still have a million years. Calculated by the customary interval of one assembly every ten thousand years, there are still another hundred sessions to hold.

Although the great catastrophe is imminent, we cannot suddenly lose our composure. Doing so would inflict immense damage on the societal structure of the entire Ancient World, causing internal collapse before the calamity even arrives." Silence settled over the assembly.

Having concluded the essential business, Yan Emperor swept his gaze across the gathered figures and waved a hand. "You may all disperse now." Everyone rose, offered a slight bow, and then vanished from sight as their forms dissolved.

After they departed, Yan Emperor moved, disappearing from the Purple Flame Throne, only to reappear in the Scarlet Star Hall within the Imperial City. He sat upon the throne above and addressed a burly man standing nearby, who resembled a sentinel.

"Has there been any news of Little Seven recently?" This burly man’s demeanor was deferential, like a devout servant, yet the aura emanating from him was so immense it caused the surrounding air to subtly warp. Every movement stirred the local airflow, suggesting he was the core of countless laws, his word being decree, supreme over the world.

He looked respectfully toward Yan Emperor and bowed. "Reporting to His Majesty Yan Emperor, the exploration teams have yet to discover any news of the Seventh Princess.

I surmise the Seventh Princess has likely entered the central zone of the Dark Great World, or perhaps the outer sea region of the inner territory." Yan Emperor's brow furrowed slightly, a trace of anxiety and sorrow surfacing in his deep, dark eyes. He waved a hand dismissively, sighing.

"You may step down for now. Instruct the Divine Flame Hall to dispatch a team to investigate within.

You must find her." The burly man’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, though his expression remained unchanged. He nodded respectfully in acceptance and slowly withdrew, disappearing from the hall.

After the man left, Yan Emperor gazed out at the sky beyond the hall. This man who held dominion over the pinnacle of countless lives revealed a thread of deep concern in his eyes, muttering softly, "Little Seven, you absolutely must not emerge.

I promised your mother..." As if recalling a painful memory, his fists clenched slightly, crushing the air and time in his palms into dust. Within the central zone of the Dark Great World.

The Dark Demon Sea was vast and boundless, its water ink-black and dense, churning with waves that released a gaseous vapor saturated with potent toxins, drifting through the air to form patches of sooty clouds. Countless Dark Creatures stood at the edge of the Demon Sea, observing the colossal city, millions of kilometers wide, at the center of the waters, their eyes filled with envy.

Just then, several piercing sonic booms erupted from the clouds above, like projectiles slicing through the air, streaking directly over the towering city on the sea surface. There were three individuals in total: two men and one woman.

The woman stood in the center, her petite frame exquisitely graceful, her skin fair as snow, clad in a crimson garment that draped her beautifully, vibrant and striking. Her eyes shone like brilliant starlight, clear and pure, utterly flawless.

Her face was a captivating blend of allure and innocence, capable of bewildering the soul. Beside the woman, the man to her left was powerfully built, appearing to be around thirty years of age, his skin a deep scarlet, with a pair of sharp, bloody horns rising from his head, piercing sharply toward the sky.

The man to her right was fair and handsome, with long, elegant black hair; dressed in white like snow, he possessed a dashing, refined demeanor, handsome and nonchalant as he gazed down at the massive city below, observing it with keen interest, one hand resting behind his back. "Is this the Demon God Palace?" The delicate woman’s eyes gleamed with a strange light.