A clawing force ripped through the crimson sea, throwing up waves of blood that crashed and roared with unholy fury. Beside Tosen, the blood-red sky twisted and writhed, as if some caged beast strained to break free. A deafening rumble filled the air, followed by the sickening *crack* of reality tearing open, leaving a jagged rift a thousand fathoms long.

From that abyss poured a palpable wave of malice, an ancient, boundless hatred unleashed upon the world. The very foundations of the blood sea trembled. A creeping dread emanated from the tear, forcing the sanguine waves to flatten and scatter. Then, with a crackle, lightning danced along the edges of the celestial wound.

Tosen, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight, rasped, “By my name, Tosen, I summon the ancestral weapon of the royal line – the Godslayer Spear! Descend!”

A primal roar echoed from within the rift. In a blinding flash of lightning, a crimson streak shot forth, hurtling towards Tosen’s outstretched hand. He grasped it firmly. The red energy writhed for a moment, then stilled, coalescing into a spear a hundred fathoms long, its crimson surface pulsating with otherworldly power.

A bloodthirsty grin stretched across Tosen’s lips. He hurled the spear forward with savage force. A deafening blast echoed as the Godslayer Spear pierced the sky of the blood sea, ripping a hole in reality itself. It shot through the crimson dimension, then tore through the ancient barriers of the God Realm, emerging into the deepest abyss with blinding speed. It possessed a power to make even the most hardened cultivator tremble. Like a bloodthirsty dragon, it sought the struggling warriors battling monstrous beasts.

Panic seized the hearts of the warriors. Before they could react, the Godslayer Spear descended, transforming them into a crimson rain absorbed by the weapon’s insatiable thirst. Thousands fell within moments, leaving only a scattered few to flee in terror amidst the beasts.

The crimson spear, now pulsating with stolen life, pierced the veil of the God Realm and erupted from the Light Garden, the entrance to the outside world. As it emerged into the Sea of Cultivation, the entire planet of Vermillion Bird shuddered. An indescribable force surged forth, eclipsing the very fabric of existence. The raw essence of the universe recoiled before it. The Godslayer Spear pierced the heavens like a crimson comet, tearing through the atmospheric barriers and hurtling into the starry void. After countless millennia, the sacred weapon of the ancient god-kings once again dominated the cosmos.

Across the Vermillion Bird Star, powerful factions felt the tremors and moved to intercept it, but the spear bypassed them, crashing into a Lightning Immortal Palace in the domain of the Celestial. The red spear tore through the palace, shattering it into fragments that rained down like celestial shrapnel. Without pause, the spear continued its destructive path, obliterating palace after palace.

Even the Corpse Yin Sect was not spared. Coffins burst apart as the spear ripped through their sanctuary, turning the undead to ash. The Alliance forces suffered catastrophic losses. The spear plunged into their ranks, leaving only death in its wake. Even a Numen Grand Elder, a master of immense power, fell before its might. Her spells and protections proved worthless, she was ripped to shreds.

The Thunder Flame Lord’s eyes widened in horror. With a cry, he and his retinue of elders flew towards the spear, accompanied by the forces of the Corpse Yin Sect. But the Godslayer Spear, as if mocking their efforts, abruptly changed course, retreating to the Vermillion Bird Star, vanishing into the Sea of Cultivation, and diving back into the God Realm’s Abyss.

A guttural voice echoed across the cosmos, carried on the dying embers of the spear’s wake. “We await your arrival!”

Silence descended. The Thunder Flame Lord and his company stood in grim contemplation. The Lord’s inner circle was shocked. “What…what was that?”

“What Wang Lin said…it is true!” The Thunder Flame Lord declared. Acting on direct orders from Celestial, he spoke with great respect. “All Celestial cultivators, follow me to the Vermillion Bird Star!”

The Corpse Yin Sect stirred, their numbers massing. “The Corpse Yin Sect shall also depart!” A legion of cultivators, each burdened with a coffin, followed them. Leading the pack were eight figures shrouded in black mist. The Alliance forces hesitated, then dispatched half their numbers, led by their elders and sect masters. Simultaneously, within the God Realm’s abyss, an ancient presence was roused.

A colossal figure began to stir from the deepest depths, its form vaguely humanoid. Its two-fathom stature belied the horror it concealed – its neck branched into eighteen monstrous serpents, each adorned with a human head. Men, women, old, and young – a horrifying tapestry of faces. This was no man, but a primordial beast of unimaginable power. Tales of its existence dated back to the Age of Immortality. The beast was called Jiong Ji. Born with a single head, each time the beast consumed the world, a new head emerged, doubling its power.

Meanwhile, in the Immortal Realm of Rain, a sense of tranquility masked the encroaching doom. Cracks in the heavens multiplied.

Wang Lin and his entourage, beings far beyond the realm’s capacity, had just entered the Immortal Realm. Even the realm shook at their presence. Fragments of the celestial sphere began to collapse upon itself, drawn in by a destructive vortex.

Standing atop the celestial plane, Wang Lin, his gaze fell on the land that was the Immortal Realm of Rain. With great thought, he reached to one particular fragment of the realm. It was there that he heard the cry for help. Surrounded by his comrades, his eyes told them the story of a long journey. After all, Wang Lin alone knew the location of the Azure Dragon Sacred Emperor’s prison. He was the Sacred Emperor of the Vermillion Bird Star. Wang Lin moved with haste.

The group followed close behind. The land was in danger. The Azure Dragon Sacred Emperor had to be saved as soon as possible.

Wang Lin rushed ahead, but was careful not to cause the realm to collapse. Avoiding all danger, he pressed on.

There were no other cultivators around. Those that came were disturbed by the state of the realm. Wang Lin continued forward. Eventually, the realm fell apart. Wang Lin could hear the destruction ahead. It was there, in that desolate land, that he would save the Azure Dragon Sacred Emperor.

Closing in, the elders of the Azure Dragon Clan could barely hold their excitement. They had waited an eternity for this moment. They could feel their path falling apart. Even their way of life crumbled before them.

There it was. The mountaintop that was shaped like a lock. “It was there, at that mountain, that I heard the cry.” Wang Lin made a gesture ahead. The elders immediately rushed forward.

“Help me… save me…” A weak and desperate voice echoed through the mountains. Wang Lin stopped in his tracks. The others payed no heed.

“Did…did you hear the cry?” Wang Lin asked.