The First World, Barbarian God Temple.

The Barbarian God stood alone inside the wooden house. The room was cold and silent, and the torches on the niches flickered uneasily, casting his shadow intermittently.

Once, he sat on the saddle of Taurus, like sitting on a throne, meeting leaders of various powers in the First World, issuing commands with authority.

But now, Taurus had been captured, and this subsidiary incarnation could only stand alone here.

At this moment, the temple’s door was pushed open, and a person wearing priestly robes walked in, holding a tray with several screaming Blue Elves on it.

The visitor was none other than the High Priest of the Barbarian God Cult, Ying Luanzhu, who regularly delivered Blue Elves.

Ying Luanzhu walked up to the Barbarian God, kneeling reverently, and presented the tray: "Respected Lord Barbarian God, these are the Blue Elves offered by the Elf Sanctuary this time, please enjoy at your leisure."

The Barbarian God looked at the tray, which held only a few Blue Elves, half the amount from before.

The last elder of the Elf Temple had already said that the Blue Elf Clan was on the brink of extinction and might not last a year, so the supply would have to be halved in the future.

"You may leave!" The Barbarian God picked up the tray, listlessly waved his hand, pinched a Blue Elf with two fingers, put it in his mouth, and slowly chewed, as a trickle of blood fell from the corner of his mouth.

Ying Luanzhu did not dare take a single deep breath, hurriedly bowed and retreated, step by step.

He knew the Barbarian God had lost a battle in the Second World, suffering heavy losses, and now the entire atmosphere of the Barbarian God Cult was filled with gloom.

Moreover, the attitude of various races towards the Barbarian God had become subtle. They had always believed the Barbarian God to be invincible, yet he had been defeated so swiftly, leading to some doubts about him.

Especially those races that had joined the Barbarian God in his campaign, they had lost true-level Void God masters, and although they said nothing, anyone could guess their dissatisfaction.

Soon, Ying Luanzhu exited the wooden house, leaving only the solitary figure of the Barbarian God inside, slowly consuming Blue Elves.

The strength of this subsidiary incarnation had already weakened considerably. Previously, he had split off a subsidiary incarnation and infused power into the Three Great Barbarian Spirits, which had all been wasted in the Second World.

This subsidiary incarnation’s strength had dwindled to a level not much different from a newly ascended Mortal God, no longer a match for Huang Yi.

"Must I really go to the Heaven Realm to merge with my main body?" the Barbarian God murmured to himself.

This subsidiary incarnation had stayed in the Mortal Realm with an agenda, to achieve his ambitions he must conquer the Mortal Realm, and his main body to conquer the Heaven Realm.

If this subsidiary incarnation went to the Heaven Realm, he would never conquer the Mortal Realm, and he wouldn’t be able to control even the First World, his ambitions would come to nothing.

But regardless of his willingness, he had to return to the Heaven Realm soon; the Blue Elves were essential for maintaining his sanity in this form, and once the Blue Elves went extinct, this subsidiary incarnation would be wasted.

"I can only hope the King of Hell brings some surprise..." the Barbarian God whispered to himself inaudibly.

...

The holy land of the Kador race, located in the Kado Star System, its central area was their most important Rebirth Altar.

The Rebirth Altar was a hemispherical bowl-like structure, refined from the halves of a giant planet.

At present, a group of about twenty Void Gods of the Kador surrounded it, gazing solemnly at the Rebirth Altar.

Endlessly, Kadors emerged from the Rebirth Altar, their bodies pure and void of power, like newborns, unrelated to their previous identities.

These were Kadors who had died across the universe, for every one that died, one would be reborn here.

But the attention of these Void Gods was not on the newly born Kadors—

They were waiting for the rebirth of the King of the Fallen.

"Are we going to allow the King of the Fallen to die like this? He is one of the few remaining First Generation Kadoll, critical to our entire race." A Void God spoke.

Actually, Kadors can share thoughts, not needing language to communicate, but they did not want the King of the Fallen to perceive their thoughts, so they temporarily suppressed thought-sharing, communicating through language.

"The last time he summoned dozens of Divine Domain clan members to attack the Second World, even if they fused with Feng Angju, they were still killed, going there would just be sending ourselves to our deaths." Another Void God of Kador shook his head.

"We are not without the power to fight; if everyone is willing, we can save the King of the Fallen..."

"Are you referring to the legendary Whole Race Integration? That move, it is only used at the moment of life and death for our race."

Upon hearing "Whole Race Integration," everyone shuddered inwardly, their expressions serious.

Whole Race Integration involves the fusion of all one hundred million Kadors, a legendary technique of the Kador race, the ultimate last resort.

This move signifies the reappearance of the strongest Creator Ancestral Spirits in history—Kado!

By then, even the King of Hell wouldn’t know if he is a match for Kado. No one has seen the battle between Kado and the King of Hell, and no one knows who among them is more powerful.

After all, they are not figures from the same era. By the time the King of Hell was born, Kado had already split into a hundred million Kador.

Once Kado emerges, things such as the God of Slaughter, Ancestral Dragon, Moon Father, Sagittarius Constellation, The Second World, United Legions... all are useless.

As long as Kado lives, the King of the Fallen shall not die, neither will any one of them perish.

But this also means they will lose their independence, each becoming a mere cog, silently contributing to Kado.

"The King of the Fallen is calling us again!" At this moment, everyone felt their minds under the impact of a psychic force, which was the call of the King of the Fallen. That force was filled with urgency and faintly tinged with rare fear, clearly indicating a life-or-death situation.

This anxious and fearful psychic force simultaneously struck the minds of all the Kador, even those newly born from the Rebirth Altar felt it, resembling spiritual pollution, causing countless Kador to be uneasy and restless.

The King of the Fallen was desperately urging all Kador to go and save him.

"Do not save one who willingly falls into corruption." Just then, all Kador across the universe simultaneously received a new thought.

This new thought came from an ancient and steady psychic force, as eternal as the stars, maintaining absolute calmness and rationality, as reliable as an aged wise man.

Instantly, the anxiety and fear stemming from the King of the Fallen in everyone’s mind were completely dispelled, replaced by tranquility and peace.

"Could it be him?" The over twenty Void Gods exchanged glances, their minds simultaneously recalling a predecessor.

"Eternal Star, Wang Chen." A Void God softly uttered a mythical name.

Eternal Star, Wang Chen, is the oldest living Kador.

In the Eternal Ancient Era, the birth of the initial hundred million Kador happened in sequence. The first three Kador are already dead and reborn, and Eternal Star, Wang Chen, was the fourth.

As the same First Generation Kador, the sequence for the King of the Fallen is the seventeenth, ranking behind Eternal Star, Wang Chen.

Eternal Star, Wang Chen, resembled a hermit. His thoughts have been closed off for countless years, communicating with no one, and no one knows where he is or what occupies his mind.

The new thought everyone just felt, possessing an ancient and stable psychic force, instantly comforted them, proving stronger than the King of the Fallen, was likely Eternal Star, Wang Chen.

"The predecessor is right, the King of the Fallen has already been polluted by Demonic Power, no longer a pure Kador bloodline. We shouldn’t risk saving him." A Void God nodded in agreement.

Each Kador is a part of Kado, thus holding the Creator Ancestral Spirit constitution, and no matter how strong they become, they will not undergo Divine Enthronement.

However, the King of the Fallen is an exception, tainted by Demonic Power. Once he leaves the Demon Race Microcosm, he must endure the Deification Thunder Tribulation, being drawn into the Heaven Realm.

By then, the Mortal Realm’s Kador will permanently be one short, unable to make up the hundred million, and never able to fuse into Kado again.

"We just need to wait quietly." Soon, the Kador Void Gods reached a consensus, calmly watching the Rebirth Altar, waiting for the King of the Fallen’s rebirth.

...

Within the Demon Race Microcosm, Huang Yi controlled the Queen of Agony to clear the path ahead, rapidly leading the group towards the Fallen Demon Palace.

The entire outer formation was smashed into disarray by them, with all the Void Gods being harvested by the Slaughter Blade, becoming spirits swirling above it.

"Bang!" At this moment, Huang Yi rushed through a barrier, the Slaughter Blade cutting a blood-red arc, slicing a Fallen Duke in half at the waist.

The soul of that Fallen Duke immediately ascended, becoming the 56th soul upon the Slaughter Blade.

With the death of this Void God, there were no more obstacles ahead. The Fallen Demon Palace lay straight ahead, awaiting their onslaught.

"King of the Fallen, come out to greet your guests!" At this time, the Mountain City Wanderer hoisted the mountain-splitting knife, loudly shouting towards the Fallen Demon Palace.

"Hmph! If I had known it would come to this, I should have crushed you all before you had a chance to grow!" A voice full of remorse resounded from deep within the Fallen Demon Palace, echoing across the entire Star of Corruption.

Soon after, a majestic figure shot out from the end of the Fallen Demon Palace, hovering in midair, looking down at the crowd.

His entire being was shrouded in boiling Demonic Qi, with a massive portal behind him continuously spewing countless souls, forming a mighty soul torrent that encircled him layer after layer.

This was the King of the Fallen and his magic instrument, the Gate of the Fallen. He had no choice but to appear personally to face the crowd.

And as he drew upon his power, the defensive forces of the entire Demon Race Microcosm decreased significantly once more, allowing the attacks of those over five thousand Divine Domain powerhouses outside to penetrate further, exerting even more pressure on the remaining demons in the microcosm.