Chapter 1964 The Sixth Day, the Cloud-Turning Realm

• Yeah. The Lord of Azure Heaven survived the last cataclysm of one and a half million. Back then, he was already ninth rank. Across the vast Fifth Land, with trillions upon trillions of living beings, only he made it out. Even though he escaped alive, death still had him in its jaws. A corpse-bug ate him. He’d died long ago, yet with the last spark of his will, he returned wearing that corpse-bug like a shell. That wasn’t hatred anymore—it was a doomed scream, a will that crawled back from death just to die killing. He came back from the grave… for revenge. In that instant, Cang Yue’s face went tighter than ever. He felt real danger closing in. Far off, war howled across the sky. The bugs weren’t just driving corpses to fight—countless free bugs kept drilling straight into enemy bodies. On the surface, the Upper Nine Days side seemed to be winning. Every strike from a heavy hitter of the Upper Nine Days wiped out millions of bugs. But the truth? Everyone was burning through their strength fast. The bugs were too many, endless and swarming. At this rate, every last one of them would be bug food. “Kill.” Cang Yue didn’t want to wait anymore. Coming to the Fifth Land had been nothing but bad luck. He hadn’t gotten a single benefit. This place had become pure underworld—no trace of daylight left. “Squeak-squeak.” The golden bug chirped. Its body flashed like a bar of gold and vanished. Thud! Blood sprayed ten meters high. The Lord Cang Yue froze, then looked down at his own heart. He was stunned. The golden bug moved so fast he had zero chance to dodge. And then, something that made his scalp crawl happened next. The golden bug planted an egg on his heart, feeding on his Dao force at a speed you could see with the naked eye, hatching, then diving headfirst into his Dao origin. “No.” Cang Yue panicked at once. He tried to shake the bug out of his body. But the one inside him wasn’t like the bugs outside. This golden bug didn’t fear his Dao tremors at all—it gulped down his Dao origin in one bite. … Cang Yue’s body locked in place. For a cultivator, the Dao origin is like a heart for a regular person. His Dao origin was gone. Swallowed by the bug. His soul started to dry up, his flesh got weaker, even the river of Dao inside him kept leaking away. “No.” Cang Yue was terrified. Ever since he’d become an emperor, he’d never felt fear like this. The despair was so brutal it drove him mad. “Roar.” A ninth rank, gone berserk, will do anything. Thud! His hand punched straight through his own heart. He grabbed the golden bug in his fist. “Give it back.” Cang Yue’s grip went wild. The bug shrieked “squeak-squeak” in agony, thrashing to break free. No chance. Cang Yue wasn’t letting go. Crack! The golden bug popped in his hand, splattering gold. But his Dao origin was nowhere to be found. “Ha.” In the distance, the mother-bug possessed by the Lord of Azure Heaven let out a crazed human laugh. Cang Yue’s Dao origin had somehow appeared in its claw. “Give it back…” Cang Yue burned his blood on the spot and lunged at the golden bug. Boom. The claw crushed it—the Dao origin that belonged to Cang Yue blew apart. “No…” Cang Yue’s scream was raw and ragged. He wanted revenge, but the shattered Dao origin had stripped him of everything. His Dao began to bleed away. His soul withered instantly. Only raw energy still sat in his body, without any engine to drive it. “I…” Cang Yue’s eyes went dull with despair. “I can’t accept this…” Those were his last words. Back when they besieged the Lord of Order, a lot of people died, but he survived. Survival had meant a future—enjoying life, climbing to the very top. Now? All gone. A few million years of life, ended with a period. “Ha.” The Lord of Azure Heaven laughed. His laughter was soaked with manic pleasure. “You’ll all die. Ha! Not a single one of you walks out of here. Hahaha…” The bug horde flooded the Fifth Land and began to eat. On the Eighth Day’s side, once the Lord Cang Yue fell, everyone freaked. They fled in a panic, not wanting to be bug food. A chance to get out? None. Their deaths were already decided. A one-sided slaughter ripped open the Fifth Land’s despair. … “In this cataclysm, the Upper Nine Days will end up winning.” The Illusion Sect Master looked a shade relieved. The brief victory gave him hope. “Others will come.” Damon King understood him. He said, low and steady, “A win in one corner won’t sway the big picture. So… once other regions start winning too, we’ll get hunted down.” “Not just that.” The Lord of Light cut in. “The one standing at the very peak of the Nine Days and Ten Lands hasn’t even made a move yet.” No need to spell out the name. Damon already knew. The Son of Heaven. The only being above emperor in all Nine Days and Ten Lands. The Lord of Light went on, “The First Day is a forbidden zone. Word is, besides the Son of Heaven, he’s got nine Illusion Gods under him. I don’t know the details.” It was already impressive he knew that much. “Illusion Gods?” Zhan sank into thought, flashes of old battles skittering through his mind. In the end, he could only shake his head. “No memory of them. Back in the war, I never heard of Illusion Gods, never saw anyone like that.” That pretty much closed the discussion. Everyone fell silent, thinking. Illusion Gods, the Son of Heaven… the First Day, a forbidden land. A lot of questions, no answers. “Forget it.” Finally, Damon King shook his head. “We’ll talk about it later. Right now, we need to decide if we’re heading to the Seventh Day.” “Of course we are.” The one answering was the Dragon King. He’d always been the hard-charging type. No matter the danger, he never ran. “Ji Zhu.” Damon waved over the lonely figure lingering on the edge. Even this battle hadn’t let Ji Zhu truly blend into their circle. So when the talk turned serious, Ji Zhu kept to the sidelines, knowing his place. Only when Damon called his name did Ji Zhu step forward and bow. “City Lord.” “Relax.” Damon said softly, “You’ve already shown your loyalty. No one’s going to mess with you.” Ji Zhu smiled without a word. I know… but I’m still tense. Not just others—the Sword Master’s followers were giving him nasty looks. Ji Zhu kept feeling they’d turn and kill him out of nowhere. In the earlier siege, a lot of sword-realm powerhouses died. Seeing all that, Damon didn’t press further. He asked, “Do you know which faction invaded the Eighth Land?” “I do.” Ji Zhu didn’t dare hide anything. He’d chosen to defect; there was no point holding back. He said it straight. “For reasons unknown, the Eighth Land was supposed to belong to the Seventh Day. But later, the Seventh Day and the Sixth Day swapped places.” “The Sixth Day?” Damon’s eyes lit up at once, his breathing quickening. “The Sixth Day, the Cloud-Turning Realm—are they part of the invasion force too?”