Chapter 1911: This is a story worth telling!

"RUMBLE!"

Cain’s eyes glowed with scarlet flames as he watched the three gargantuan entities—Ares, Hermes, and Saturn—march toward him through the void, their auras so immense that space itself warped in their wake. Their steps distorted light, bent reality, and pulled the chaotic energy into violent spirals. But even then, Cain’s expression held no fear, no hesitation—only absolute determination.

Within his Inner Universe, hundreds of high-grade healing cultivation resources detonated simultaneously, unleashing a cascade of spiritual essence. Vitality flooded his body. Wounds closed with blazing force, bones mended, and his energy surged higher than before. His body, strained by Eighth Gear and the devastating barrage of attacks, stood firm once more.

"Primarch of Conquest—Leviathan!"

With that roar of divine will, a colossal ocean of psychic power burst forth from his Soul Dimension. Cain’s form began to expand, flames of conquest spiraling around him as his presence grew—until he towered above even the likes of Ares, Hermes, and Saturn. His aura eclipsed the stars, his body radiant with divine entropy, gravitational chaos, and martial supremacy.

And then—he charged, meeting the trio head-on.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

The explosion that followed shook the cosmos. It was a cataclysmic burst unlike anything the Everstrife Empyrean World had experienced in over five hundred million years. The blast echoed across the void, into the skies of the world itself, and then down to the landmasses, triggering earthquakes, storms, and cataclysmic tectonic upheaval.

On the battlefield far below, the Divine Cultivators and Prima Deities of both factions looked upward in awe and dread. Through the clouds, they saw only silhouettes—four world-sized titans clashing at the edge of reality. The battle had reached its zenith. Their final forms were unleashed—bodies forged of spirit force and willpower so concentrated that every injury pierced through to the soul.

"Liberación Total!"

The words echoed once more—this time across the Prima Deity battlefield.

One after another, warriors from both sides activated their ultimate forms, transforming into gargantuan embodiments of power. Every fighter from the Omega Heavens had reached at least the Late Prima Deity Rank. As such, they had all unlocked their Liberación Total, becoming forces of nature.

Meanwhile, the Prima Deities of the Scarlet Path surged with energy, empowered by the overflowing tides of psychic force, spirit will, and the divine enhancement of the Scarlet Throne. Even the weakest among them manage to fuse with their Alter-Egos, ascending to transcendent levels of existence.

The battle reached an entirely new scale.

Reality twisted, collapsed, and reformed with every clash. The very fabric of space-time warped beneath their blows. Beams of light carved craters into the sky. Waves of destruction thundered across the continents. Mountains were shredded. Skies turned black with storm clouds formed from divine essence.

The titanic combatants could withstand the destruction—but those below them could not.

Some Divine Cultivators, caught within stray blasts of energy from the gods above, were obliterated instantly. Entire squads of Divine Ascension and Divine Transformation warriors were vaporized. Even some Divine Transcendents were too slow to react, caught in the wake of godlike combat.

Fortunately for the Scarlet Path, their numbers were relatively small—less than fifteen thousand—and the Everlife Continent was massive. Their elite forces moved swiftly, avoiding areas of annihilation and maintaining tight formations.

But the Archdeity Triumviratum’s army wasn’t so lucky.

Their Divine Cultivators numbered over one million. No matter how hard they tried, many were caught in the crossfire of their own superiors. Entire legions vanished in the explosions erupting from the skies above.

The Divine Cultivators of the Scarlet Path grinned with wild exhilaration, their eyes flashing with thrill and bloodlust as they saw the state of the battlefield. They saw opportunity in the chaos, and their killing intent burst forth as they pushed forward, pouring their souls into the slaughter.

With every passing minute, the battles in the void grew more chaotic, the destruction more rampant. Shockwaves from the celestial fight between Cain and the three Archdeities echoed across the world like thunder, resonating deep into the bones of every combatant.

As if in resonance with their king’s divine struggle, the bloodshed across the Everlife Continent only intensified. Rivers turned red. Forests burned. Cities crumbled. The skies were thick with ash and spiritual light.

There was no stopping. No quarter. No delay. No mercy.

The war pressed on without pause, until a single, shocking moment silenced everything.

From one of the battlefields came a flare of celestial frost—a titan of living ice trembled and pucked mouthfuls of blood.

It was Tenert, the oldest Prima Deity of the Scarlet Path, once part of the Endlesslight Continent.

His Liberación Total had transformed him into a glacial titan, a mountain of living frost carved from crystalline ice and radiating cold, celestial light. His armor was jagged and translucent, his body layered in frozen plates. Ethereal blue veins of energy pulsed beneath his skin, leading to a glowing sigil in his chest—the mark of his dominion over cosmic forces.

He had fought valiantly, using all his strength to hold off two enemy Prima Deities—but it had proven too much.

A volcanic colossus had grabbed him in an iron embrace, holding him in place. At the same moment, a third titan—this one a humanoid entity forged entirely of divine metal—plunged a massive lance through his chest.

The blade pierced the sigil.

A silent explosion followed, like frost fracturing under unbearable heat. Blood-ice sprayed into the sky. Tenert’s form trembled.

For a heartbeat, the battlefield went still.

Everyone saw it.

Two enemy Prima Deities had landed a lethal blow.

Gasps echoed across the armies. This could change everything. With two freed enemy Prima Deities now unopposed, the balance of power could tip decisively in favor of the Archdeity Triumviratum.

Even the Scarlet Path warriors faltered.

The enemy Prima Deities began to smile, certain they had crushed one of the Scarlet Path’s nine pillars. However, their smiles did not last long.

Tenert didn’t collapse.

He grinned.

Scarlet flames burst from his eyes as his frozen body shook.

"This is a story worth telling!"