Chapter 1846: Crashing like a meteorite
The Endlessdeath Continent was unrecognizable from what it had been merely two decades ago. Once a lush and thriving realm teeming with diverse life and ancient wonders, it was now scorched and shattered, gripped by the chaos of war. Fire raged across the lands, consuming forests, cities, and sacred grounds alike. Destruction marked every horizon, and death had become a daily companion.
This devastation was the result of the Omega War—the cataclysmic conflict between Divine Sea Heaven and Divine Calamity Heaven. The struggle between these two immense powers had reached unprecedented levels, escalating into an all-consuming inferno that threatened to tear the fabric of the continent itself.
The clash of Prima Deities was constant and merciless. Each side suffered grievous wounds, and the Third Realm Masters relied heavily on vast quantities of ancient healing elixirs just to keep fighting. These were not mere skirmishes. They were continent-shaking battles between entities so powerful that their every blow shattered mountains and turned rivers into steam.
But the conflict was not limited to the divine elite. Divine Cultivators fought endlessly as well. Battles involving millions of cultivators became increasingly common, their confrontations so destructive that the land itself screamed in pain. Entire landscapes were transformed into wastelands. The sky, once blue, was now perpetually stained with smoke and ash.
At the heart of this chaos stood a mighty stronghold, marked by a crimson tower that pierced the clouds. It was the headquarters of Divine Sea Heaven, a symbol of their enduring might. Here, the strongest warriors returned after each exhausting campaign, seeking rest, counsel, and preparation for the next assault.
Yet the mood within the stronghold was far from victorious. A solemn silence filled its grand halls as the remaining Prima Deities exchanged weary, grim expressions. The war had turned against them, spiraling out of their control after the death of one of their most powerful figures: Michael, the white stag—a revered Peak Prima Deity and a central pillar of Divine Sea Heaven’s ruling triumvirate.
Michael’s death had left a massive power vacuum. In his absence, the burden of leadership and frontline combat fell heavily on the remaining two members of the triumvirate: the enigmatic Godslayer Human, marked by a glowing black-scaled sigil embedded in his chest, and the fearsome Anima Machinarium, whose vessel was forged of bones.
Despite the blow, Divine Sea Heaven had found a sliver of hope. The one responsible for Michael’s death, Cain Laurifer, had vanished. For almost ten years, he was nowhere to be found, and the battlefield slowly adjusted to his absence. The disappearance of such a singular threat allowed the Prima Deity lines to stabilize, if only barely.
However, this balance did not extend to the Divine Cultivators. Divine Sea Heaven’s cultivators were being massacred. And it wasn’t due to sheer numbers or superior cultivation levels on the enemy side. Instead, it was something far more alarming.
Groups of enemy cultivators from Divine Calamity Heaven were emerging with terrifying strength, far beyond what their cultivation realms should permit. They could fight for days without rest, seemingly empowered by death itself, as if every life they took fueled their own.