This clearly wasn't something that existed in the present. It might not have originated from any world within the myriad realms at all.
The worlds fused into the Myriad Realms came from the imagination of countless living beings. How could a Battlefield of Gods and Demons exist among them? How could there be a Gate of the Gods and Demons? Once opened, it leads to a void road filled with bones and corpses.
This was obviously not a battlefield born from the fusion of the myriad realms. It was a battlefield that had already existed countless years ago.
Not from the myriad realms—but from before the myriad realms even began.
Unknowingly, a sense of impenetrable mist seemed to shroud Yi Tianxing's vision. No matter how he looked, he couldn't see what was hidden beyond it.
"If the fusion of the myriad realms is only the beginning, and the Eternal Continent merely a new era—then were there older eras? One? Two? Three? Or perhaps countless ones? This Eternal World… may be far more complicated than I imagined."
Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, thoughts flashing through his mind like lightning.
If the heavens and earth are measured by epochs, then what happened in the epochs before? What secrets lie hidden? What connection do they have to this so-called Eternal Era?
"Those altars… those mighty, mysterious divine and demonic beings… could they be remnants from a previous epoch?"
Another startling thought rose in his mind.
All of this demanded deep contemplation.
But it only lingered for a moment before he shook his head and forced the thoughts down. His strength was still too weak. Many things simply lay beyond his reach, unknowable no matter how he tried to uncover them. The more he probed, the more confusing it would become. Only with sufficient power would the truth naturally be revealed.
As the saying goes—your seat determines your perspective.
"I will know. Sooner or later, I will understand."
Yi Tianxing firmly believed that the time would come. But not yet.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The army marched forward along the Road of the Gods and Demons, stepping in formation across the path of bones. Each step shattered ancient bones beneath their feet. Though the remains still radiated a faint aura of long-dead power, they crumbled to dust under the trampling of the advancing army, producing a series of bone-breaking cracks.
As the bones broke, traces of spiritual essence began to emerge from within.
Flashes of spiritual light flickered in the air.
Within the void path, a song seemed to echo—an ancient chant reverberating through time.
"Gods and demons—who is god, who is demon?"
"Who lit the Lamp of All Beings? Who upheld the Nine Heavens?"
"Who raised the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls? Who opened the Sky-Covering Umbrella?"
"Who sailed the Seven-Colored Silk Sails? Who opened the Gate of Truth?"
"Who forged the City of Ten Thousand Beasts? Who brought forth Reincarnation?"
"Who... cast down the Tombstone…"
One verse after another echoed in the void road. Ancient, desolate, the chanting transported all who heard it into an age of endless chaos—a terrifying era. Each line pounded against their hearts and souls, as if glimpsing a glorious, boundless time now long buried.
Each word carried a power beyond comprehension, etched into the soul, carved into the bones.
And so, they walked—stepping on bones, following the path.
This road seemed endless. The chant never ceased, flowing from the depths of ancient spacetime.
No one spoke.
Everyone was silently immersed in a sorrowful reverie.
Time passed.
Eventually, they reached the end of the road.
There, a towering Heavenly Monument stood. It resembled not just any monument—but a massive tombstone.
The dark-red stains on it still reeked faintly of blood. Carved upon it were giant inscriptions—an epitaph.
But much of the text had been corroded by blood and worn down by time. Most of it was illegible, though some fractured characters could still be discerned:
"...epoch… gods and demons battlefield final war… conquest… none…"
The epitaph was so fragmented that even recognizing some of the words offered no real understanding of its meaning. Yet the monument itself exuded an aura of ancient desolation—a sorrow that transcended time.
"The inscription's too worn. Even if we try, we'll never know its full meaning. There's no point in lingering on it," said Jia Xu, drawing his gaze away.
"The strategist is right. All we can do is carve out the future—grow stronger. Dwelling on the past is meaningless. The past is the past; the future is still to come."
Yi Tianxing nodded in agreement.
"Forward."
The army marched again, passing the monument. Ahead of them appeared a vast platform—a floating island suspended in midair.
Its surface was paved entirely in unknown white jade, forming a vast plaza.
Above the plaza floated a golden list that radiated brilliant light. At first glance, one instinctively knew its name:
The Primordial All-Life Ranking! ("鸿蒙万灵榜")
It hung high above, exuding a natural divine authority—like the will of heaven itself.
Yi Tianxing and his army emerged from the void path, yet they could not step onto the floating island. An indescribable distance remained, and the pressure radiating from the island made approach impossible.
Fortunately, there was no need to board the island.
At the end of the path, a glowing portal shimmered.
"Let's go—to the Battlefield of Gods and Demons," Yi Tianxing said, casting a deep glance at the Primordial All-Life Ranking.
Just then, without warning, two figures appeared on the platform.
At first glance—two enormous eggs.
Yes, eggs.
They had arms, legs—albeit disproportionately thin—and wore strange expressions. Despite their odd appearance, they didn't inspire fear. In fact, they were... kind of adorable.
One was a deep black or dark blue egg, wearing a top hat and black cape—oozing "cool".
The other was a snow-white egg, its face goofy and lovable.
The two eggs stretched their limbs, yawned, and groaned as if waking from a nap.
Yi Tianxing twitched at the corner of his mouth, forced to laugh bitterly.
"These two again… They really pop up everywhere. What are they doing here?"
They were the unforgettable Xiaosa Ge and Hei Dashuai.
Once seen, never forgotten.
"Brothers and sisters of all races!" the white egg (Xiaosa Ge) suddenly shouted into a conjured microphone.
"No no, that's wrong! You should say fellow Daoists. I told you before—there are too many races here. 'Daoist' is more respectful," the black egg (Hei Dashuai) scolded, smacking the white egg on the head.
"I told you not to touch my head! I'll curse you with circles! I'll start drawing them right now!" Xiaosa Ge protested, already squatting to draw invisible curses.
"Try it and I'll draw two circles!" Hei Dashuai fired back.
"I'll draw three!"
"I'll draw four!"
Before they could fight, an invisible force swept through the void, instantly silencing and straightening them. The tension disappeared as if nothing had happened.
"Dear Daoists! I am your cutest friend—Xiaosa Ge! Cheer for me!"
"And I… am the most enviable man in existence—Hei Dashuai! Too handsome to handle! Send me your boos of jealousy!"
No cheers. No boos.
But the duo didn't mind.
They began their announcement.
"Since we did such a perfect job hosting the World Martial Arts Tournament back in the day, the Big Boss appreciated us so much, he sent us to host the opening of the Battlefield of Gods and Demons!" Xiaosa Ge said proudly.
"Indeed. This battlefield is open to all of Eternal Continent. Every race—strong or weak—can enter. But leaving alive… that won't be so easy. On this battlefield, there are no rules. Only one goal: survive." Hei Dashuai declared dramatically.
His eyes sparkled. A spectacular bloodbath was about to begin.
This Battlefield of Gods and Demons—even they didn't dare to speak lightly of it. The fact that survival was the only objective said everything: death could come at any time.
"This is the first time all races of the Eternal Continent have gathered," Xiaosa Ge grinned. "So, the Big Boss has decided to bestow a gift—the Primordial All-Life Ranking!"
"This ranking will track every race—by power and potential. The more enemies you kill, the higher your position. The top 100 races will receive Heaven's blessings—the very fate of their kind. Work hard, for your people, and we'll be watching!" Hei Dashuai shouted.
"There are no rules on the battlefield. Only those who live to the end matter. I hope to see you all again."
Xiaosa Ge's final words carried a rare touch of melancholy.