It was raining. A rain of blood!!
It seemed as though the heavens were bidding farewell to the Behemoth King.
However, the area touched by this blood rain was limited only to the lands occupied by the Great Yi Dynasty and the Myriad Beast Royal Court. This national war between Great Yi and the Myriad Beast Court had stirred the fate and fortune of the entire continent, shaking the very destinies of all living beings. With the fall of one side, it was only natural that heaven and earth would mark their passing—this was the honor befitting a lord of a Destiny Dynasty.
Naturally, outside of this continent, no such phenomenon occurred. The Behemoth King alone did not command such grandeur.
By using Battle Will as a furnace to ignite both his own spirit and blood, the Behemoth King had become godlike in that final moment—radiating power that could destroy worlds. Even the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower had been cracked under his terrifying assault.
Fortunately, the suppressive power of the pagoda was too overwhelming. The combined forces of twenty-nine Small Thousand Worlds pressed down with crushing force. With the pagoda in hand, the Behemoth King had no choice but to die in defeat.
In the end, he perished as he wished—dying in battle.
"Your Majesty!!"
"Our king… has fallen."
"Follow our king—Kill! Kill! Kill!!"
"We, soldiers of the Myriad Beast Royal Court, would rather die in battle than surrender on our knees! Our king died fighting—we shall not disgrace him! Let us fall on the battlefield!!"
Countless beastmen warriors, upon witnessing the Behemoth King's death and the blood rain falling from the sky, let out anguished howls. With their king gone, they had no reason to fear death.
Fight!!
Fight to uphold the glory of the beastmen race.
They would not allow the humans to look down on them, nor bring shame to the Myriad Beast Royal Court. This battle would be their final stand.
The battlefield became even more savage.
There's a saying—a desperate army is bound to win. But in the face of overwhelming momentum, no amount of desperation could alter fate. With the fall of the Behemoth King, the top experts of the Great Yi Dynasty joined the fray. Even ministers like Huang Chengyan began to unleash divine abilities, wreaking havoc with word-formed blades that darted through the battlefield like serpents, lopping off heads that soared through the air amid sprays of blood.
A great number of sect cultivators also joined the fight.
Though these cultivators were no match for the military in direct warfare, their individual strength was terrifying. When they struck, they were ruthless and deadly.
No matter how desperate, such troops would wane.
Conversely, morale in the Great Yi Dynasty surged after witnessing the Behemoth King's fall. The soldiers fought with overwhelming momentum. After a brief stalemate, the tide completely turned in favor of Great Yi. The scales of victory tipped at last.
"Worthy of respect!"
Yi Tianxing took one final look at the Behemoth King's dissipating form, then reached out and retrieved his belt—or more precisely, the Power Gem embedded within it. The belt was not the real treasure. The Power Gem was.
The belt itself was a rare space-type treasure, containing a massive internal storage space the size of a football field.
It could hold vast amounts of items.
Now that the Behemoth King had fallen, the restrictions within had vanished.
Yi Tianxing probed it with his divine sense, only to find ordinary supplies. No true treasures remained. The Power Gem was the only significant item.
"Little Behemoth is gone."
Yi Tianxing's gaze deepened as he looked toward the Golden City. He could no longer sense the presence of Little Behemoth. Clearly, before the war began, the Behemoth King had already secured his offspring's safety—likely sending him away from the continent. Having resolved to die, the King did not carry any major treasures, aside from the gem.
It was evident those items had been passed to Little Behemoth.
Clearly, the Behemoth King had prepared in advance.
Reasonably so—he was willing to perish with the Myriad Beast Royal Court, but the Behemoth bloodline had to endure. He entrusted his offspring with both his legacy and his people's future, allowing him to rise again quickly.
At that moment, on the edge of the Myriad Beast Plain, at a coastal port, a massive warship loomed. It had the rugged style of the beastmen, fused with the precision of the goblins. The ship bore a huge sail and exuded a savage aura, as though facing a giant beast.
Closer inspection revealed it did not touch the water's surface—it hovered above.
This was the very warship the Behemoth King had commissioned from goblin engineers and dwarf artisans—a vessel built from an extremely light yet durable material known as Plume Bronze (羽化青铜).
Light as a feather, yet incredibly tough.
Its keel was forged from the bones of a flood dragon, giving the ship an aura that instinctively repelled wild beasts.
With floating stones embedded inside, this ship could traverse the void itself. It was also armed with formidable weapons and defense systems—a war treasure embodying the full heritage of the Myriad Beast Royal Court.
Upon completion, it was named: Invincible.
Named in honor of the Behemoth King himself, the ship was meant to pierce all enemies and protect the Behemoth line.
At the bow of Invincible, stood Little Behemoth—Meng Wuming (蒙无命). He stared back at the battlefield and the blood rain falling over the Myriad Beast Plains. A single tear slipped from his eye.
The bloodline connection told him all he needed to know—his father had died.
"Father, rest assured—I won't disgrace you. One day, I'll make the Behemoth name thunder across the Eternal World, and echo through all ages. Wuming will not fail you."
Meng Wuming forcibly held back the tears.
He no longer had the right to cry. Now, he had to lead the Behemoth Clan to survive—and one day, return.
"Your Highness, it's time. The King ordered that if he should fall, we must depart. Everyone aboard is a seed of the Myriad Beast Royal Court, a beacon of hope. If we linger, we risk annihilation."
An elderly foxman spoke from behind, voice heavy.
"Depart!!"
Meng Wuming took a deep breath and gave the command.
The Invincible sailed off swiftly, leaving the Myriad Beast Plains and heading out to sea. The hull sliced into the water, and under the howling winds, sped away, vanishing from sight in an instant.
The battle had raged for a full day and night. Only at dawn the next day did the sounds of killing fade.
"Your Majesty, the battlefield has been cleared. Most of the beastman army is dead. A few scattered, now lost in the wild."
Jia Xu entered Xuanhuang City and reported to Yi Tianxing in the imperial palace.
Even Jia Xu, with all his calm, was inwardly awed—Xuanhuang City was floating in midair, something ordinary immortal cities could not do. The strategic advantage was immense.
"If they've scattered, no need to pursue. Clean the battlefield. All soldiers will be rewarded. From here, we begin a longer period of consolidation. Our immortal cities must appear in their designated areas as fast as possible."
Yi Tianxing nodded. The Morning Heaven Hall was packed with ministers, all visibly delighted—more so than during any New Year celebration.
The Behemoth King had fallen. The Myriad Beast Royal Court was destroyed.
That meant the final obstacle to unifying the continent had been removed. The land now belonged to Great Yi. Humanity once again stood at the top of all races.
"Master Lu, the Heavenly Craft Pavilion must speed up the construction of immortal cities. Civilians can be recruited, but their pay must be fair."
Yi Tianxing continued.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. Without outside threats, our construction pace can reach one city per day, or even two to three at once," Lu Master replied calmly.
The bottleneck lay in the Heavenly Fire Furnace, which could only refine so many Xuanhuang Bricks at once, even working nonstop.
"Your Majesty, the Celestial Observatory now has thirty-six trained geomancer apprentices capable of relocating immortal cities. We can place them rapidly."
Jiang Ni spoke with confidence.
The more geomancers they had, the faster they could reposition the cities. With rapid deployment, they could secure wild territories and minimize unforeseen incidents.
ROAR!!
Suddenly, a massive dragon's roar rang out from the sky.
Everyone in the hall stopped and looked up.
Above them, the Destiny True Dragon of Great Yi was soaring excitedly, rushing toward the skies above the Golden City.
Within the sea of destiny clouds, the Destiny Behemoth looked utterly drained. The Behemoth King's fall had gravely wounded it as well—it was a spiritual embodiment of destiny, tied to the fate of its master. Now, with the Royal Court defeated, it grew even weaker.
In contrast, the Destiny True Dragon of Great Yi surged with overwhelming power.