Trials of the Abyss-Chapter 950: Linking the Starry Regions

The projections inside the Hall of Gods shuddered violently before dissipating into nothingness.

These projections, forged from fragments of Fu Ya's soul, were being annihilated in great numbers under the relentless assault of the twelve divine artifacts, inflicting a heavy blow to Fu Ya herself.

Sharp, splintering sounds echoed through the Hall of Gods. Fissures spread across its inner walls, some large enough for living beings to pass through.

The legendary Hall of Gods was starting to break apart from within.

The four Great Demon Gods noticed that thousands of projections were being obliterated with no help needed from them.

"Divine artifacts are attacking the Hall of Gods!"

"It's Pang Jian!"

It was clear they no longer needed to focus on dismantling the Hall of Gods themselves.

He Motian let out a triumphant, booming laugh. "Looks like we bet on the right side this time!"

Peering through the cracks in the walls, he caught sight of Pang Jian's physical body, encircled by a host of terrifying divine artifacts as he advanced on the Hall of Gods.

Elated, He Motian exclaimed, "Luan Ji, you were right!"

All traces of his earlier gloom and frustration vanished, replaced by the exhilaration of having endured to see the light at the end of the tunnel. After all, the loss of some Demon Gods was insignificant compared to the gains to come.

The Demon Races were far from annihilated. Only the low-ranking and mid-ranking Demon Gods had fallen—vacancies that new Demon Gods would inevitably rise to fill. The Demon Races would flourish more than ever before, even surpassing the age of Sovereign Demonheaven's rule.

"This Hall of Gods will soon collapse. We need to leave at once," Luan Ji said, gaze sweeping over the cracked inner walls. "Fu Ya miscalculated. The Hall of Gods was never fully restored. It cannot withstand such an onslaught."

With that, Luan Ji hastily slipped through a fissure and escaped the Hall of Gods, with He Motian, Tian Wei, and Qi Ling following close behind.

A sharp rush of displaced air swept out as a vast expanse of greenish-black unfolded high above the radiant Hall of Gods like a colossal firmament.

It was Sovereign Demonheaven's cloak.

The four Great Demon Gods huddled together beneath this canopy, their eyes fixed on the awe-inspiring figure of Pang Jian.

"Shatter," Pang Jian commanded, gazing at the four worlds of ice and snow.

The enormous mirror, within which sun, moon, and stars shone, ceased reflecting Fu Ya, instead casting its light over the frozen worlds.

A sharp crack rang out, and the four icy worlds that had frozen the nine burning suns and Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul collapsed.

At the same time, a blaze of flame erupted from within the mirror, pouring into the nine extinguished suns. The ancient characters within the suns sparked back to life like torches reignited.

The Dao of Cold that Fu Ya left in Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul was swiftly expelled, freeing his Immortal Divine Soul from the freezing grip that had bound it.

The nine blazing suns orbited Pang Jian once. With their radiance bolstering him, Pang Jian cast his divine sense into the stars behind him, regaining control over them.

Fu Ya's face darkened with dread and disbelief.

"Sovereignhood..."

She had not expected Pang Jian's physical body in the Ruin Realm to ascend before his Immortal Divine Soul.

Pang Jian's ascension signaled a shift in the tide of battle. No longer could she suppress him with her superior cultivation realm as before, nor could she maintain absolute control over the fight.

"A Sovereign..." Luo Hongyan muttered, voice trembling in shock. She glanced at the black speck in the distance. "You knew he would become a Sovereign. That's why you never showed any panic."

A muffled boom resounded, and the black speck seemed to burst apart.

The graceful figure of the Black Empyrean Phoenix expanded a billionfold. Boundless darkness once again surged forth with every gentle flap of its wings.

Its spreading darkness clashed with Luo Hongyan's light in explosive shockwaves.

"The supreme will of the bizarre mist has plotted for years, all for this very day." The Black Empyrean Phoenix's voice echoed coldly despite not moving its beak. "Since ancient times, it's always been the Outer Gods descending upon the bizarre mist. They waged war and even destroyed four abysses.

"Did you truly think it would remain passive forever? It has waited bitterly for years, enduring the endless passage of time, for no other purpose than to reverse the balance.

"Helping Pang Jian ascend as a Sovereign was merely the first step. Before I sank into the bizarre mist, I communicated with it many times. I remained dormant in the Abyss for all these years, waiting for the day you would come to me."

A jet-black crystal emerged from between the Black Empyrean Phoenix's brows, gleaming with ominous light.

The fabric of space behind the Black Empyrean Phoenix ripped open into a blinding spatial rift. On its far side lay a starry region even more chaotic and shattered than this one.

"Link."

A piercing cry erupted from the Black Empyrean Phoenix's beak.

The Illusory Void Realm, the Spear of Annihilation, and the Eye of Destruction could be seen through the widening spatial rift.

Then came the striking yet petite figure of Pang Lin.

She stepped forward, crossing the vast starry region in the blink of an eye, leaving the starry region ravaged by Tian Yu's Shattered Void for the Primordial Chaos Starry Region above the bizarre mist.

The spatial rift behind her tore even wider, becoming large enough to bridge the two starry regions. The ancestral artifact of the Void Race, the Illusory Void Realm, then crossed into the Primordial Chaos Starry Region, bringing the shattered starry region along with it.

Atop the World Tree's canopy stood Pang Ling, the True Gods, and a host of high-ranking Fey Gods. Each of them glanced about in stunned bewilderment at being inexplicably transported from one starry region to another.

"There are two Pang Jians!"

"Fu Ya!"

"Sovereign Luo!"

"The Hall of Gods!"

The True Gods of the human race felt as though they had stumbled into a dream.

Pang Lin had actually linked two starry regions using the Illusory Void Realm.

The True Gods watched, dumbstruck, as one Pang Jian controlled a host of divine artifacts, relentlessly battering the Hall of Gods. Meanwhile, the other Pang Jian remained poised with nine blazing suns and an army of stars, ready to strike at any time.

"Pang Jian has become a Sovereign! A brand-new Sovereign has risen from the bizarre mist!" Lin Baixiang's face was filled with awe and disbelief. "Our human race finally has a Sovereign!"