Beyond the light portal,
lay a dark planet.
There was no starlight here, only the thick clouds reflecting the faint, dark red glow of molten lava churning deep within the planetary core, like congealed blood scabs smeared across a dead, silent sky.
On the vast, boundless black land, colossal, undulating silhouettes stood, resembling ancient, slumbering mountain ranges.
Those were tens of thousands of monster cultivation chambers.
Thick biomass pipelines, like ancient pythons, snaked between these "mountains," pumping viscous, glowing green, high-energy life essence.
Within the massive transparent shells of the cultivation chambers, countless bizarrely shaped embryos and younglings, stitched with different biological features, floated, pulsated, and transformed in the nutrient solution, emitting a low, sickening collective rhythm.
Before the light portal, several towering figures, like ancient, unmoving statues of demon gods, silently watched the constantly fluctuating, pale white light that transmitted chaotic information.
Their forms varied:
Completely composed of icy blue crystals, standing one hundred and fifty meters tall, radiating absolute zero cold, the space around it seemed frozen, six ice-prism-like compound eyes gleamed with merciless light—this was the Freezer.
Its form was indistinct, like a flowing aggregate of dark shadows, its height immeasurable, light distorted where it stood, its presence fluctuating between strong and weak, as if it could merge into the Void Realm at any moment—this was the Stealth Walker.
Dark golden patterns, like flowing lava, coursed over its body; its massive frame resembled carved volcanic rock, with several thick, furnace-chimney-like energy vents bulging from its back, red light surging within, its high temperature distorting the surrounding air—this was the Star Burner.
The only existence close to humanoid, nearly a hundred meters tall, covered in thick, dark golden scales, shaped like an upright giant lizard, muscles bulging, dragging a massive, bone-spiked tail, gripping a colossal chain-saw battle-axe forged from unknown black metal in its claw, dried, foul blood remaining on the axe blade—this was the Overseer, Gorgon.
In the center, a figure merely three meters tall, clad in a night-black, light-absorbing hooded robe, floated in mid-air, appearing particularly eerie—this was the Prophet Virgil.
Beneath the shadow of the hood, there was no human face, but a slowly rotating, chaotic halo of light, like a miniature nebula, with countless minute data streams appearing and disappearing within it.
The Breaker's mental roar, condensed from its last vestiges of life force, pierced through the turbulent fluctuations of the light portal, like a cold steel needle, precisely stabbing into the perception core of every entity present.
That information was filled with extreme pain, the despair of impending death, and a chilling, bone-piercing reality: it was about to fall, and the enemies—those seemingly low-life-strength "worms"—possessed terrifying synergistic combat capabilities far exceeding expectations, bizarre energy manipulation talents, and a fearless will to fight.
They could even temporarily suppress and heavily wound a sixth-stage Breaker.
Gorgon's massive lizard head turned towards Virgil, a hint of solemnity flashing in its dark golden vertical pupils: "Prophet, the Breaker's life signal is rapidly decaying, and the energy turbulence in the light portal channel has not yet stabilized. Currently, only monsters below the eighth stage can pass through, and forcing passage has a high probability of being torn apart by spatial turbulence. Should we..."
The nebular halo beneath Virgil's hood subtly accelerated its rotation, as if analyzing every energy ripple, every spatial fold, and every piece of data about the enemy transmitted from beyond the light portal.
After a brief, suffocating silence, a voice devoid of emotional fluctuation, as cold as cosmic background noise, rang out, clearly echoing in the consciousness of every present entity:
"The channel will require another planetary day to stabilize. At present, it cannot bear powerful monsters; a lower eighth stage is the current safe limit." The voice paused slightly, as if calculating something, "The turbulence... will annihilate some inferior products, no matter."
Its hand, hidden beneath its robe sleeve, neither metal nor bone, subtly lifted, pointing towards the cluster of colossal cultivation chambers, like slumbering mountains.
The fingertip seemed to contain a certain decree.
"Initiate the Deluge Protocol. Let the children... bring 'surprises' to that world."
The command was given, like an invisible boulder thrown into stagnant water.
Whoosh!
A low, prolonged hum, like an ancient war horn sounding, instantly tore through the dead silence of the Dark Star, overriding the Noise of countless embryos pulsating within the cultivation chambers.
The transparent shells of countless giant cultivation chambers slowly opened like the eyelids of colossal beasts, and viscous, pungent, sweet-smelling fluorescent nutrient fluid poured out like a roaring waterfall.
"Roar!"
"Hiss!"
"Creak!"
Countless more grotesque, even biomechanically and aesthetically defying, creatures, designed solely for pure destructive power, crawled out, stood up, or directly flew low on beating wings:
There was one forty meters long, shaped like an elongated giant eel, covered in spiral bone-spiked drills that gleamed with metallic cold light. Its head was a rapidly rotating, serrated crushing cone, while its tail split into six tentacles with hooked claws at their ends.
There was one twenty-five meters tall, its body like flowing, light-absorbing shadow, its limbs slender like poisoned mantis blades. It moved silently, able to quickly switch between solid and energetic phantom forms, leaving trails of afterimages.
There was one with a robust physique, thirty-five meters tall, its limbs as thick as colossal pillars, covered in armor similar to the Breaker's but thicker and studded with rivet-like protrusions. Two thick, cannon-barrel-like energy organs grew from its back, now flashing with unstable red light, and a massive mouth occupied half its head, filled with three layers of constantly shifting, gleaming alloy teeth.
There was one with a fifty-meter wingspan, resembling a skinned bat and insect hybrid. Its membranous wings were riddled with holes, constantly dripping highly corrosive green viscous fluid, its long snout and fangs exposed, and its abdomen distended, storing high-pressure acid.
...
They roared, they shrieked, their eyes flashing with genetically programmed primal hunger, destructive urges, and absolute obedience to a higher will, converging into a black torrent reeking of sulfur, ozone, blood, and pure malice, rushing one after another, vying for first place, towards the massive light portal that shimmered with ominous white light.
Like moths to a flame, carrying a mission of destruction.
...
Blue Star, deep in the ocean.
In the mental links of the River Earl Bug Thousand-Chiefs, alarms instantly soared to the highest level.
The violent energy eruption from the light portal and the chaotic, malicious, tsunami-like surge of countless life signatures from within instantly made them understand the meaning of the Breaker's dying roar.
It was calling for reinforcements.
And it was a terrifying, unimaginable scale of reinforcements from another world.
Several River Earl Bug Thousand-Chiefs issued Soul-piercing shrieked commands, their voices for the first time tinged with urgency.
The water domain control talent was instantly propelled to an unprecedented Peak by the combined power of over two thousand four hundred He Bo Insects.
