The Nine World Supremes of the Great Dark World all survived the ancient primordial battles. Among them, three were peerless geniuses cultivated later by the Great Dark World, but they have now become reclusive old monsters, establishing their own factions. With the means of a World Supreme, they could control everything happening in the Great Dark World; any genius born would immediately be recruited into their respective forces.

The Nine World Supremes each possessed their own territories, impervious to the senses of the other World Supremes.

At this moment, the Nine World Supremes had gathered on a vast continent in the inner region. This continent, named Canglan Continent, was created by one of the Nine Supremes, the Blood Demon Supreme. It was home to countless trillions of people, boundless in scope, where myriad sects and interstellar alliance powers thrived.

As the Nine Supremes appeared above the Canglan Continent, they immediately felt a dangerous aura rushing toward them, tightly enveloping their bodies, as if an excruciating coldness emanated from their bone marrow. Unable to suppress their shock, they looked up. Standing in the sky were twelve figures, resembling twelve Grim Reapers, each radiating an unparalleled presence.

"So many World Supremes!"

"Asura Supreme of the Ghost Realm, the Evil Spirit Supreme, the Absolute God Supreme of the Divine Spirit Realm—how have they all come here? What is going on?"

"Who is the person in the middle? Why is there no fluctuation of World Power emanating from him, yet he carries such an imposing presence?"

The Nine Supremes exchanged glances, feeling a deep tremor. They hadn't expected the invaders to be Supremes from great worlds like the Ghost Realm. Did they not know about the Dark Heavenly Gods within the Great Dark World?

Ye Chen looked down from on high, surveying the entire Canglan Continent. The vast, limitless land was covered in green mountains and clear waters, continuous mountain ranges, and towering peaks rising like bamboo shoots. Even though the World Origin of the Great Dark World exerted its World Power, pressing against his body, his senses could still perceive things within ten light-years.

Swish!

That black palm, carrying Purple Gold Supreme and the others, fled thirty million kilometers eastward, seemingly intending to vanish into the void, instantly escaping a hundred thousand light-years away through divine speed evasion.

However, the Absolute God Supreme of the Divine Spirit Realm held an ancient treasure called the Soul Lock, capable of tethering the opponent's soul using soul power, preventing them from using secret evasion techniques that merged with the world.

The Dragon God Supreme roared, his eight black wings on his back seeming to blot out the sky, obscuring one-third of the entire Canglan Continent. All living creatures on the continent could see the sky suddenly darken, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars and low growls, like the panting of a savage beast from the wilderness near their ears, making their hair stand on end.

Pfft!

The Dragon God Supreme’s tail whipped out fiercely, striking the black palm. A layer of invisible energy shield coated the surface of the black palm. The dragon tail vibrated against it, and the entire sky echoed with a muffled groan that spread for a million miles.

Asura Supreme and the Evil Spirit Supreme, along with others, unleashed their respective techniques immediately upon appearing, pursuing the black palm.

Asura Supreme drew out the Bridge of Oblivion and cast it across the void. Then, taking a step, his body flickered, and he was transported tens of millions of kilometers away by the Bridge of Oblivion. The other World Supremes seemed aware of the Bridge of Oblivion's function; upon its appearance, they all followed behind Asura Supreme and stepped onto it.

These World Supremes, in other worlds, would be suppressed by the World Origin and needed to carve out a [World Domain] themselves, using World Power to support a vast expanse of space before they could utilize instant movement, dimensional shifts, and other secret techniques.

The Bridge of Oblivion, however, was like a treasure capable of pinpointing any location, allowing passage between great worlds with instantaneous teleportation functionality.

The eleven World Supremes stepped onto the Bridge of Oblivion and instantly caught up to the black palm. A vast roar exploded across the heavens, shaking the Canglan Continent slightly, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had erupted. Mountains and rivers fractured, countless buildings collapsed and swayed, and cracks appeared in the eternally standing city walls. Earthquake detection instruments were instantly destroyed.

Ye Chen’s figure flashed; space and distance became like white paper, torn apart by him as he instantly appeared next to the black palm.

According to the principles of wormhole construction, the entire world was like a multi-layered folded space, and a wormhole was a straight path found within such space to reach a destination.

Some radical scientists even posited that this world truly contained only one person—themselves—and everyone and everything else was merely a dream.

A dream that could feel pain, joy, and sorrow.

When people died, the dream ended.

The wonders of science were infinite; when propagated to the extreme, they approached mythology, becoming legends, transforming into something profound. With Ye Chen’s ability, he could directly fold space together and then tear it apart, allowing him to arrive at his desired location.

This was a powerful, domineering evasion technique.

It required sufficiently immense strength to execute.

Ye Chen undoubtedly possessed such power. As soon as he appeared, he waved his hand, and a cluster of black flames, like black mist, surged toward the black palm, clinging to the transparent space outside it, gnawing at it like countless ants.

The remaining Nine Supremes were secretly astonished to see this scene. They had not expected this unfamiliar young man... to possess such formidable power. From the aura of those black flames, they felt a life-threatening danger.

Seeing the black palm in peril, the Nine Supremes paused for a moment, then flashed their figures, bracing themselves as they rushed toward Asura Supreme and the others.

Twelve against nine—each additional World Supreme would influence the outcome, let alone four extra! If these four extra individuals teamed up to besiege any one of them, it would result in instant annihilation!

The only thing that gave them a sliver of confidence was that they were in the Great Dark World, the world under their covenant. The core origin of the Great Dark World would also assist them, providing them with an inexhaustible supply of world power, rendering them virtually immortal!

Moreover, the Dark Heavenly Gods were seated in the shadows and would intervene in times of crisis.

With these thoughts, they immediately unleashed their respective techniques, bombarding Asura Supreme and the others. The sky filled with collisions of World Power, and seven or eight ancient treasures danced about—the Bridge of Oblivion, the Mirror of the Deathly Spirits, the Heaven-Worshiping Scroll, and others—tearing the entire space into countless fragments.

The Dragon God Supreme transformed into an ancient divine dragon, its massive body obscuring half the sky. Roaring, it flapped its claws and wings, stirring up destructive storms. Any expert at the Heaven-Defying Realm who merely touched a fraction of it would either die or be severely wounded.

World Supreme.

Individuals of this rank remained hidden within the world. Most people encountered the strongest individuals as God Emperors or Void Heaven Realm experts; reaching the Heaven-Defying Realm was rare, let alone World Supreme.

Every World Supreme was virtually equivalent to a creator father-god, a symbol of uniqueness and the pinnacle.

At this moment, all living beings on the Canglan Continent, including some Heaven-Defying Realm experts, felt this aura that made their souls tremble. They dared not move, their breathing becoming labored.

The Heaven-Defying Realm experts, in particular, had their eyes gleaming as they intently watched the fierce battle in the sky. They saw a divine bridge dancing in the sky like a dragon, and a colossal scroll unfurling like a celestial book, from which materialized countless varied phenomena—fierce elemental attacks of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, as well as phantomized ferocious beasts.

As for the other World Supremes fighting with their physical bodies, every move they made carried an innate aura of natural perfection, as if even a simple raising of the hand achieved absolute flawlessness, leaving no room for criticism, whether viewed from aesthetics, dynamics, or the complexity of the situation.

Having reached the realm of World Supreme, their every unintentional action contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, embodying the most perfect form.

This was something worthy of observation by all living beings.

Rumble~~~

The Nine World Supremes gathered together, their bodies erupting with world-shaking power. Ye Chen, merely unleashing the black flames to burn the black palm, spared a fleeting glance, raised his hand, and flicked his finger slightly.

Swish!

A wisp of firelight shot out like a meteor, hurtling toward one of the World Supremes.

This World Supreme was a tall, slender man with an handsome face, sharply angled sword-like eyebrows, and a cascade of flowing purple hair, exuding an air of nobility, like a monarch from the imperial capital.

He was concentrating on defending against the Evil Spirit Supreme's attack when he suddenly sensed an intense wave of danger approaching. At his level, his senses were so acute they bordered on precognition. He turned his head to look and saw a stream of firelight, like a flying dragon, rapidly expanding in his pupils—

Like lightning!

The speed of this firelight was unbelievably fast, surpassing the speed of light many times over; even light seemed like a snail in comparison.

This handsome man was, after all, a World Supreme. Though greatly shocked, he managed, at the last possible instant, to rapidly weave his hands, pulling forth a dense curtain of World Power to form more than a dozen transparent circular shields before him.

Bang!

The firelight struck like a bullet.

The dozen or so circular shields shattered like mere sheets of paper before the firelight, instantly scorched through with a hole.

The firelight trailed behind it, as if time itself had momentarily stopped, piercing straight through the handsome man's chest.

Deeply penetrating his heart.

Thud!

The handsome man’s body stiffened for a moment, then violently exploded, shattering into countless fragments of flesh and gore.

This sudden turn of events caused the other eight engaged World Supremes to sense it. As they looked back, they witnessed the scene of the handsome man’s body being pulverized.

"This is…"

"How is this possible!"

They could not believe that a dignified World Supreme had been utterly destroyed by a single strike?!