Chapter 1087: Appearing

"Madness, utter madness."

Elsewhere, the main body of the Three Pillar God, expressionless, moved rapidly, leaping amidst a sky full of mechanical spaceships, confronting the encirclement by the Fallen Civilization. Thump! Thump! He seemed to traverse a spacetime tunnel, with colorful splendor trailing behind him.

He turned slightly, gazing distantly at the sky. "As expected, they are not to be underestimated! The Three Abyssal Azure Heavenly Venerables play by no conventional rules, possessing earth-shattering courage and resolve."

As the embodiment of racial destiny, he could almost perceive a race's fortune—that is, the essence, energy, and spirit of that race. At this moment, they seemed to witness three supreme beings, undefeated across the galaxy for over half a million years, slowly approaching with their civilization, radiating an imposing aura like coiling dragons and crouching tigers. A powerful and domineering spirit, imbued with a golden resolve that crushes all obstacles.

The Three Pillar God knew from the start that the Abyssal Azure Divine Realm definitely held unimaginable and terrifying hidden trump cards. However, they never expected the war to skip all prelude, probing, and process, jumping straight to the climax from the very beginning. They immediately revealed all their strongest hidden powers, putting everything on the line for a decisive struggle. It was as if an ancient giant, named "Abyssal Azure Civilization," was frantically charging down the final path, shouting defiantly, cutting through all thorns, and emitting a silent roar.

"This is their civilization's final strike, to open the ultimate gate of the Great Dao."

At this moment, the Three Pillar God, like everyone else, looked up, observing the hundred Great Dao fireworks in the sky, blooming brilliantly. The Dao seeds born at this moment directly stirred the entire endless starfield; all beings vaguely perceived them. One hundred weak Tenth-tier beings, born from the ethereal, had completely descended. That terrifying aura was so overwhelming that even the Three Pillar God felt it was unstoppable.

"Madness, utter madness."

"Is this a carnival of blood?"

"No, this is a carnival of civilization, for civilization is always accompanied by bloodshed. Blood dyes the banners, and only the roar of ancestors can pave the way for those who follow."

Even now, having devoured countless Dao attainers, the Three Pillar God possesses weak Tenth-tier combat power. Yet, he fears he would only rank in the mid-tier among the more than one hundred entities in their supreme council. He still needs to continue devouring. This is an unstoppable force, like a surging flood. The mythical scene surpassed everyone's wildest imagination, and even he himself vaguely felt a strong sense of unease.

"Such a civilization truly hides its depth. I thought I could approach them quickly, but who knew the gap remains vast? One hundred weak Tenth-tier beings—truly befitting a civilization that masters time stagnation."

"So, how will the Fallen Civilization respond?"

"That's why, a very long time ago, I said this is what we deserve."

"This is the universe's curse upon us, beings who transcend and distort its laws."

"It curses our greed for distorting laws."

"It curses our desire to depart from the laws."

On an ordinary life-sustaining planet, a tall, strong bald middle-aged man sat in a pink child's room, gently rocking a baby crib. A large butterfly tattoo adorned his back.

"We broke through, yet they deny us a future—this is punishment for children who have erred."

"Once, the glorious contention of gods for eight millennia was our happiest time. But after breaking through, it will be a long, despairing darkness of a hundred thousand years..."

"The Great Dao is ruthless, utterly devoid of emotion."

He closed his eyes in pain, tears streaming down his face. This scene seemed familiar; it was the ordinary Ninth-tier entity previously seen in the Elemental Ruins, inexplicably appearing here again, speaking the exact same words.

"If given the choice, who would want to fall? We who reached this stage were once the most devout, sincere, and pure seekers of the Dao." His voice was hoarse, almost choking. He set down the crib and looked out the room's window at the night sky, ablaze with stars.

"A predetermined fate, yes. Everything seems destined for a hundred thousand years of ethereal, hopeless darkness! I ask the heavens of old and new, and all the lands: who can transcend this?"

"Who can transcend!?"

His voice grew louder, imbued with an unusual resonance. "Is it Abyssal Azure? Perhaps. They transcended the hundred thousand years of despair, but only extended their destiny. In a much longer lifespan, they wait for a despair that merely *appears* hopeful, transforming a hundred thousand years of darkness into a million years of darkness—ten times the pain and despair."

"You pursue, and I too must pursue. I can only wish you good fortune, my three children."

The bald, muscular man with a full back tattoo of butterflies walked out of the room. "Your bloodline was created by me, and I can reclaim it."

One step.

Two steps.

Suddenly, a colossal void curtain appeared in the sky above the entire planet, covering the entire galaxy and blotting out the heavens. The Butterfly-Tattooed Man raised his arms high. The black curtain above the planet suddenly shook, revealing the entrance to an ancient tomb. Inside the tomb, countless ancient statues were vaguely visible, frozen within black ice blocks. They struck various poses, shouting, grimacing, roaring, rejoicing, and raging at the sky. Like sculptures in a museum of figures, there were over four thousand entities, all of them fallen Dao attainers.

"I have never abandoned anyone. I told you, as long as you follow me, I will not let you down."

*Crack.* Ice blocks shattered piece by piece. The rulers of the second generation of Fallen Civilization, the third generation, the thirty-seventh generation, and countless fallen Dao attainers accumulated from ancient times until now, slowly opened their cold, profound eyes.

"Welcome back." The bald man smiled at them.

These were over four thousand Envoys from successive generations. Generation after generation, spanning the entire timeline of the Fallen Civilization for over a million years, they had reawakened from their ancient slumber.

*Boom.*

"Over a hundred weak Tenth-tier beings?"

"Truly terrifying."

"It seems you've cultivated three extraordinary descendants."

"Your ability is merely to stagnate time; you cannot cultivate within stagnation, only preserve and seal. But what you painstakingly cultivated are three descendants who possess a bloodline surpassing yours, enabling them to cultivate even within stagnant time, albeit very slowly."

"Butterfly Man, can you still defeat them?"

The bald man merely replied indifferently, "Who knows?"

Everyone chuckled, then piloted their ancient mechanical spaceships, slowly rising into the air and heading towards the battlefield in a vast, overwhelming tide. Combined with the two thousand Envoys accumulated in the current generation, this brought the terrifying total to six thousand Envoys, enough to confront the full eruption of the Abyssal Azure Divine Realm.

Both sides unleashed their full power, completely skipping all preliminary probes, and brought out all their trump cards for the ultimate decisive battle. They had waited too long and refused to wait any longer.