6th Realm, Devil Mountain
The cold winds howled through the Devil Mountain. In the heart of the rocky terrain, Kent stood unmoving, balancing on the toes of one foot, his hands held together in a lotus mudra.
The scriptures floated before him, their golden leaves flipping on their own. His body was bare except for a cloth made of tree fibers, his once-dazzling aura now absorbed into the essence of the ritual. His focus was absolute, his breath slow and controlled, as he maintained the sacred tantric stance necessary for summoning the Three-Phased God.
Suddenly the space distorted before Kent. The Lust Goddess appeared in a soft glow of pink and gold light, standing just a few feet away from Kent. She had been watching over him for a while, but he never turned to acknowledge her. He couldn’t afford distractions. His eyes remained fixed on the scriptures, his mind entrenched in divine concentration.
Her heart raced as she observed him. The war between gods, demons, and mortals had shifted its focus entirely on Kent. He was no longer just a rising hero; he had become the keystone upon which the fate of the nine realms rested. A sacrifice, an anomaly, a target.
The Lust Goddess raised her wand and delicately traced glowing words into the air. Are you certain about this?
Kent blinked once, slowly. A simple confirmation.
Her fingers moved again, forming the next question in the air. Do you need me?
Just a head shake answered her question.
She sucked in a quiet breath, the pain evident in her golden eyes. She had never felt so powerless before, but Kent’s focus was not changing. He had already chosen his fate. If he fails, everyone close to him will die brutally..
With a flick of her wand, she wrote her final words in glowing letters. If you are in damger, I will discard my godhood and fight by your side.’
For the first time in days, Kent allowed himself a small smile. But he did not respond. Instead, he closed his eyes, returning his focus to the ritual, the scriptures flipping once more.
The Lust Goddess lingered for a moment longer before turning away, disappearing into the mist.
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Days passed as scriptures flipped before Kent…
On the twenty-third day, the skies over the 6th realm darkened as an unprecedented force gathered at the Devil Mountain. The entirety of the nine realms’ armies had begun to rejoin, their banners waving in the winds of an impending war.
Madam Clark, standing on an elevated pet, watched as endless streams of warriors arrived. Her orders had been clear: consolidate every capable wizard, warrior, and battle-ready soldier and march them here.
The cause had ignited a fire in the hearts of the people. The nine realms had never been so united before. From young wizards to battle-hardened veterans, all had answered the call to protect their homeland from demonic destruction.
“All hail the Dragon Lord!” The chants echoed through the valleys, a rhythmic anthem of devotion and purpose.
“Protect our home!”
“Death to the demons!”
Madam Clark turned as a sudden tremor rippled through the ground. In the distance, an enormous shadow darkened the skies.
“Hrrrhhhh…”
The Zi God Dragon Ancestor had arrived, his scales reflecting the last light of the sun. Behind him, an entire legion of dragons followed—more than 25,000 of them. Their sheer presence sent shivers down the spines of the gathered armies. Never in history had so many dragons assembled in one place.
Gasps and murmurs spread among the troops.
“This… this is the might of the dragon race?”
“We are not alone!”
The morale soared at the sight of the ancient dragons. Warriors who had doubted their ability to fight against the demons now stood straighter, emboldened by the reinforcement of such legendary creatures.
Jamba Zi and his son, Tang Zi, also arrived at the battlefield, leading a brigade of wizards who had once been prisoners but now stood as fierce combatants. Their years of suffering had been transformed into unwavering resolve.
“We owe our lives to Kent,” Tang Zi spoke to the men behind him. “Now, we repay that debt.”
The infamous 13 Elders arrived next, leading an army of women who specialized in forbidden magic. Their presence alone was enough to strike fear into enemies.
The entirety of the gathered force now turned their eyes towards the peak of Devil Mountain, where one man remained unseen. Kent. The one they had all come for. He had yet to appear, yet no one dared to question his absence. They knew he was preparing for something even greater.
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Spirit World… Mystic Space Castle…
The Space God sat on his celestial throne. The cosmic stars behind him pulsed faintly as he swirled a chalice of golden nectar. His face was void of expression as he observed the forces amassing in the lower realms.
He had expected the War God to retaliate, but even he hadn’t anticipated such an overwhelming response from people of lower realms.
Phillip, the new Demon Lord, entered the chamber, his bone armor clanking softly with each step. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he approached the god.
“So, the humans scramble like ants to defend their petty lands,” Phillip mused, folding his arms. “They actually believe they stand a chance against me?”
The Space God smirked. “They don’t know what’s coming.”
Phillip chuckled, taking a slow step forward. “Are you ready for the blood moon, Space God?”
The god swirled his drink before nodding. “Everything is in place. The other gods have already made their pledge. No god will interfere in your conquest.”
Phillip’s lips twisted into a grin. “So, you truly convinced them?”
“Not all,” the Space God admitted. “But the ones who matter agreed to the three rules. The War God may resist, but he won’t be able to do much without breaking divine law.”
Phillip sighed theatrically. “Poor War God, so close to becoming an Old God, yet so helpless in his own calamity.”
The Space God’s smirk widened. “His desperation will be his downfall.”
Phillip turned to the sky, his hands tightening into fists. “Then let the blood moon rise. When the gates of the nine realms crack open, my 69 million soldiers will pour in like a flood. The era of mortals will be over.”
The Space God raised his chalice in silent agreement. “To the dawn of a new age.”
Phillip laughed darkly, his fingers itching with the anticipation of war. “To the extinction of the nine realms.”
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Thank You…