The Sea of Galo.

On a desolate isle near Undying Island.

At the Heavenly Gate, a place shrouded in dazzling beams of light, the inky mass of demons moved like ants.

The gate, once only wide enough for a single person, was visibly cracking, widening with alarming speed.

Dozens of Demonic Beasts from the Demon Realm, the six-horned black dragons, each over fifty meters long, descended from the sky, burdened with corpses, which they unceremoniously dropped.

This solitary island, aside from the grotesque demons, was blanketed in human bodies.

The entire isle was covered, the corpses piled high like small mountains.

The earth was dyed a visceral scarlet; dried blood, hard as stone, choked every corner of the island.

Amidst the roar of countless demons, innumerable bodies from the isle were hurled through the Heavenly Gate.

In mere minutes, several hundred human corpses had been thrown through.

The Sea of Galo bled devastation.

Across the thousands of islands within this sea, the slaughter by the demons had never ceased.

The islands once protected by the Yang Clan, the Xia Clan, and the Heaven-Shattering Cave Heaven were now dead isles, utterly devoid of life.

Throughout the entire Sea of Galo, colossal demonic beasts from the Demon Realm roamed the islands, ridden by demons who scoured the land, collecting human remains.

Whenever a beast was heavily laden with bodies, it would fly toward the island hosting the Heavenly Gate, raining down untold numbers of corpses onto the mountain of bodies there.

The demons urged each other on with shouts and cries, relentlessly casting the human remains toward the gate.

This scene persisted for an unknowable duration, seemingly set to continue until every last corpse was consumed.

The Fourth Demon Realm.

The sky was a heavy, lightless void, devoid of sun, moon, or stars, replaced only by endless, barren desolation.

Towering, pitch-black mountain ranges choked the heavens, standing sentinel between the earth and sky.

Within a vast, dark forest, the demonic energy was so thick it seemed almost liquid.

Terrifying flora, utterly alien to the Divine Grace Continent, flourished in dense profusion.

Monstrous demonic beasts, dozens of meters long, clashed and fought ferociously; brutal combat erupted everywhere.

Above the dark forest, countless corpses floated, intertwined and connected, forming monstrous chunks of flesh that stretched to the far horizon.

Every single one of those floating forms was human, specifically those from the Sea of Galo in the Endless Sea! These innumerable bodies, piled and linked, formed a broad, boundless Corpse Bridge.

One end of this bridge connected to the dazzling Heavenly Gate.

And every time human remains emerged from the gate, hundreds of high-tier demons, holding various vials and jars, would appear there, pouring out the captured human souls.

These souls, originating from the Sea of Galo, had been refined by some dark ritual, imbued with an aura of deep malice and chill.

The moment they left the vials, the demons would subject them to a brief refining process, transforming them into a viscous, inky-black fluid.

This fluid flowed over the newly connected corpses, binding the masses of flesh together with unbreakable strength.

These demons of the Demon Realm were seemingly constructing a massive structure, a project of staggering scale that had been ongoing for ages.

This bridge, founded on millions of human corpses and cemented by the black liquid formed from millions of human souls, floated in the sky of the Demon Realm, extending toward the furthest reaches of that domain.

The scale of the remains was immense, occasionally illuminated by flickering, bizarre black light condensing upon them.

The Corpse-Soul Bridge, built upon flesh and spirit, was being forged by incorporating various evil materials from both the Divine Grace Continent and the Demon Realm.

Suspended in the Demon Realm’s sky, the Corpse-Soul Bridge, anchored to the Heavenly Gate, shifted infinitesimally as more corpses and souls were injected into it.

Its other end crept slowly toward a specific, eerie location within the Demon Realm, drawing ever closer.

This colossal undertaking appeared to be nearing completion.

The Seventh Netherworld.

The sky was a sickly dark green, and the air was thick with an eerie, bone-chilling miasma.

As far as the eye could see, the land was scarred with desolate craters, resembling monstrous, gaping maws, from which multicolored liquid oozed, occasionally forming large bubbles.

When these bubbles burst, gases of varying hues escaped, mixing with the Nether Qi of this realm, making it even denser.

Viewed from above, there was no flat expanse of ground; the entire surface was pitted and uneven.

The craters where bubbles emerged looked like festering boils, releasing terrifying gases with every rupture.

One enormous crater alone consumed one-tenth of this continent’s territory.

Black liquid coursed through this massive pit, branching out into countless other depressions, collecting the ooze from all the craters to form the extraordinarily bizarre Nether Sea.

The Nether Sea was immeasurably vast, larger than the combined five great seas of the Endless Sea.

The black waters of the Nether Sea seemed to boil ceaselessly, with bubbles constantly rising and releasing plumes of five-colored gas.

These colored gases condensed and gathered, forming a suffocating, impenetrable fog that covered the sky above the Nether Sea.

Floating upon the Nether Sea were countless corpses of the Netherlings, many of whom were occupied by standing Netherlings.

At the center of the Nether Sea, within a massive vortex, the rotation ceaselessly consumed the floating Netherling bodies.

Every second, dozens of corpses were drawn into the whirlpool.

At the heart of the vortex, many Netherlings hovered in the air, pouring down the souls of their brethren.

These souls also liquefied into a dark, viscous fluid, which was then poured over the submerged corpses.

At the core of the vortex, a gloomy aperture—like the gaping maw of some monstrous beast—slowly writhed, seizing and swallowing whole bodies one by one.

The Realm Beyond the Great Mouth.

In that dim, enclosed space, the Corpse-Soul Bridge, constructed from the heaped bodies of Netherlings, slowly advanced, being pulled toward a specific destination.

This space was utterly void of any energy signature—no sky, no ground, no living beings, only that single, solitary Corpse-Soul Bridge.

Within the gloom, the bridge seemed propelled by some unseen force.

As segments of its structure were reinforced with new, refined corpses, it continued to inch forward.

The direction this Corpse-Soul Bridge was traveling was identical to the path extending from the Corpse-Soul Bridge in the Fourth Demon Realm.

Once the two bridges met and connected, the Seventh Netherworld and the Fourth Demon Realm, separated for millennia, would finally become truly linked.

To tear open this passage between the two realms, the Nether King of the Seventh Netherworld and the Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm had plotted for hundreds of years! The day of true convergence between the two worlds drew terrifyingly near… The Fourth Demon Realm.

Atop a mountain range built entirely of bone.

Forty-nine demonic dragons drifted in the air.

Their cavernous jaws were open, fangs flashing with cold, chilling light, as they exhaled plumes of dark, sooty smoke onto the summit of the bone mountain.

One hundred and eight bone pillars, refined from pure white bone and glowing translucently like jade, were etched with images of ancient demon gods.

These 108 pillars formed an arcane formation, shifting and reconfiguring their positions atop the bone mountain according to stellar alignments.

The dragon breath from the forty-nine beasts was absorbed by the pillars.

When a bone pillar absorbed a critical amount of this breath, the etched ancient demon god upon it would suddenly animate, lunging toward an altar at the center of the formation.

The altar, built from stacked bone and shaped like a rhombus, was sealed by layers of bizarre barriers.

Destructive, world-shattering energies constantly battered against these seals, unleashing a terrifying tide of power felt by every powerful entity in the Demon Realm.

Within the altar stood a gaunt old man, his temples streaked with white, his expression grave.

He was completely naked, his body perpetually subjected to the battering of various energies, and he had to constantly fend off the assaults of the materialized ancient demon gods.

Whenever an ancient god breached the barrier and entered the immediate space, his exposed body would instantly erupt with a divine garment radiating blinding radiance.

This sacred vestment held unparalleled divine power, shining like condensed sun and moon, constantly releasing a torrent of furious, violent energy.

The ancient demon gods unleashed all their divine abilities—summoning thousands of lightning bolts with a gesture, shaping mountains with a clenched fist, or multiplying their forms into hundreds—but every attack that struck him was shattered and repelled by the vast waves emanating from the holy vestment.

During the struggle, the man’s naked body would sometimes be riddled with cracks, sometimes lose a limb, yet it would rapidly restore itself, as if possessing an immortal body that could never be truly destroyed.

Occasionally, he would spit forth a drop of blood.

This blood, as red and flawless as a ruby, could pierce the barrier and blast a bone pillar into fragments.

However, for every bone pillar shattered, the colossal bone mountain would violently shudder, and a new pillar would instantly regenerate, maintaining the count of 108 and ensuring the continuous operation of the formation.

Outside this formation, three skeletal effigies, each towering tens of feet high, sat in a triangular formation like colossal giants.

These three dharma bodies were mountain-tall, their demonic aura an ocean.

Countless arcane symbols flickered like stars across their crystalline bones, slowly shifting their positions.

One of these effigies was fixed directly upon the man on the altar, its eye-sockets burning with twin demonic fires, never leaving its target. "Yang Qingdi, you have exhausted over eighty percent of your strength.

Your endurance until now is entirely due to your perverse Undying Martial Spirit and the Eternal Holy Garment passed down through your Yang Clan.

To resist this long at the first heaven of the Divine Communication Realm by burning your Undying Blood—Yang Qingdi, you are indeed the singular genius the Yang Clan has not seen in a thousand years." The central skeletal effigy suddenly spoke in a human tongue. "But your Undying Blood is finite.

The Eternal Holy Garment requires it to fuel its divine power.

Once your blood is depleted, how long can you hold out beneath the Heaven-Demon Deification Array?" The man on the altar kept his eyes shut.

As the ancient demon gods faded, his naked body reappeared. "I, Bo Xun, have campaigned through countless ages and faced innumerable experts, but I must admit, you are a true rival worthy of my respect." The skeletal effigy paused, then suddenly offered, "Simply nod your assent, and declare that your Yang Clan will serve my Demon Realm, and I will immediately dismantle the Heaven-Demon Deification Array—guaranteeing prosperity for your Yang Clan for ten generations!" "In this world, there is no one to whom I, Yang Qingdi, would yield."