The eternal music hall hovered silently over the sea water. The people inside were standing at the edges to witness the calm sea water.
Inside, in the grand meditation chamber, Kent sat cross-legged upon a floating lotus, eyes closed, his consciousness deep within the divine inheritance given to him by the War God.
The atmosphere was dense with spiritual energy. Flames of battle memories flickered around him—visions of warriors clashing, blood spilling, and entire armies turning to dust under the might of the demons. Kent focused, his breathing steady, his mind calling upon the War God.
A sudden gust of powerful energy filled the chamber. The temperature surged, and a crimson glow crackled like thunder before Kent. Then, in a burst of blinding light, a towering figure materialized.
The War God, clad in his golden-red armor, his face rugged like a battle-worn warrior, appeared with his massive spear resting upon his shoulder. His presence alone radiated dominance, the aura of a conqueror who had seen a thousand wars.
“You have summoned me, Kent,” the War God spoke in a deep, thunderous voice. His crimson eyes examined Kent with intrigue. “I’m just waiting to speak with you. Thank you for summoning me. Tell me, what has compelled you to seek my presence?”
Kent slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing and unwavering. “I need answers.”
The War God crossed his arms, intrigued by the seriousness in Kent’s tone. “Answers about what?”
Kent leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “The new Demon Lord—Phillip.”
A moment of silence passed before the War God spoke again, his tone sharp. “Why do you wish to know about him?”
Kent’s fingers curled into fists. “Because I now understand that the true calamity of the Nine Realms is not over. The war with Jason Mama was only the beginning. The real catastrophe is Phillip and his army of demons.”
The War God’s expression darkened. “As my father said, the calamity is not over. Are you sure that it is the demon lord?” The war god asked in a serious tone.
“Yes, I’m damn sure. Tell where he is now and the strength of his army.” Kent asked while staring directly into the eyes of the war god.
The war god let out a heavy sigh before raising his spear high into the air. A swirling portal formed beside him. “Very well. Give me a moment.”
The portal blinked like a crimson eye, and the War God stepped into it, vanishing in an instant. Kent remained seated, staring at the place where he disappeared.
Minutes passed.
Then, with an explosive surge of energy, the War God reappeared. But this time, his face bore an expression of utter disbelief and horror.
“Kent…” he said in a grave tone. “I severely underestimated the situation. These damn demons were the real calamity.”
Kent’s heart clenched. “Tell me everything.”
The War God inhaled deeply. “The new demon lord, Phillip has ascended into an entity far beyond our expectations. He has amassed a demon army of sixty-nine million soldiers.”
Kent’s pupils shrank and his mouth went wide open in shock.
The War God continued. “They are not just ordinary demons. He has summoned beings from the deepest abyss, including wraiths, vampire kings, ice phantoms, and countless monstrous entities. He has revived the dead and enslaved lost souls. His forces are a horror beyond comprehension.”
Kent’s mind raced. “How did he gather such a force? Even with demonic connections, it should be impossible to amass this many soldiers in such a short time.”
The War God clenched his fist. “I do not know. But I do know this—if they march upon the Nine Realms, your worlds will not survive.”
Kent’s expression hardened. “Is there any chance of them invading the Nine Realms next?”
The War God hesitated, then shook his head. “Not under normal circumstances. The barrier between realms is too strong. No force, no matter how great, can cross it on their own.”
But as soon as he finished speaking, his face twisted in realization.
Kent saw it too.
“The Space God…” Kent muttered.
The War God’s expression turned grim. “Yes… If the Space God cooperates with Phillip, the entire demonic army could be transported to our realms in a single breath.”
Kent leaned back, exhaling. “That means Phillip’s next move is to recruit the Space God.”
The War God clenched his jaw. “This is far worse than I imagined.”
The chamber fell into silence as both figures contemplated their next move.
Finally, the War God spoke. “Kent, I must ask you this—can you truly defend the Nine Realms against such an army?”
Kent closed his eyes and measured the numbers in his mind. Even if every single wizard, soldier, and cultivator in the Nine Realms united under one banner, their forces would not exceed twenty million. Against sixty-nine million demons, the difference was insurmountable.
“No,” Kent admitted. “Even if we gathered every warrior in the Nine Realms, we wouldn’t stand a chance. If Phillip’s army arrives, we will lose.”
The War God frowned. “Then what do you plan to do?”
Kent’s eyes blazed with resolve. “We cannot let the demons come to us. The 9 realm won’t even stand for a day. There is only one thing I can do now.”
“What is it?” The war god urged.
“I must take the battle to them and confront the demons beforehand.” Kent replied with a determined look.
The War God’s eyes widened. “You’re suggesting an invasion into the spirit world? That is madness.”
“It’s the only option,” Kent said firmly. “If they come here, the Nine Realms will fall. Our only hope is to strike them in their own land before they gain full strength.”
The War God exhaled sharply. “That is an impossible task. We do not have the means to transport a large army to the spirit world.”
“Then we find a way,” Kent said, his voice unyielding. “You’re a god more powerful than a space god. Surely, there must be another way beyond relying on the Space God.”
The War God fell into deep thought. Moments later, his eyes lit up. “There is only one being who can help.”
Kent straightened. “Who?”
“The Three-Phased God.”
Kent narrowed his eyes. “And how do we convince him?”
The War God sighed. “The Three-Phased God is an old god and he is unpredictable and does not concern himself with lower worlds. The only way to attract his attention is through a prolonged prayer ritual in the form of a tantric sage. But that could take years.”
Kent frowned. “We don’t have years. There must be another way.”
“There isn’t,” the War God admitted. “Old Gods do not intervene without cause.”
Kent clenched his fists. “Then I will give him a cause.”
The War God’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “What are you planning?”
Kent stood up. “I will bring the Three-Phased God down to the lower realms myself. Tell me the best location to perform the summoning.”
The War God thought for a long moment. “There is only one place—Devil Mountain Range in the Sixth Realm. The place where you first took on the form of an animal.”
“Then I’ll go there. Help me gather the tantric scripts.” Kent asked.
The War God exhaled. “Kent… If you fail, the Nine Realms are doomed. Also, you must do it before the blood moon which is a good time for the space god to alter the space.”
Kent’s eyes burned with determination. “Then I won’t fail.”
The War God vanished, leaving Kent standing alone.
He had thirty-three-days.
