Chapter 724: The Summoning of the Bloodspawn

[Azure Dragon Starlit Array Chart]: ‘Fury of the Azure Dragon—World-Ending Dragon Breath’!

[Titan’s Fall]: ‘Power Unleashed’!

[Vermilion Phoenix Feather]: ‘Blazing Feather—Ashes to Ashes’!

[Godslayer Flying Sword Cannon]: ‘Ultimate Sword Orb’!

[Infinite Fallen Immortal Quantum Star-Annihilator Cannon]: ‘Infinite Fallen Immortal Quantum Swordlight’!

……

As the attack command echoed from the Xian Qin Ancestral Dragon, tens of thousands of beams lit up in a kaleidoscope of colors, converging at lightning speed just beyond the Demon God Floating-Land.

A deep, resonant hum filled the void!

The sheer might of these concentrated attacks nearly drained all energy from the vast expanse of space, generating a tidal wave of power outside the Floating-Land. The energy swirling here was enough to birth a devastating tide.

Even the surge inside this energy tide rivaled the moment when Longji Continent advanced to the Eighth Tier—not just from a single strike, but from the overflowing aftermath of numerous powerhouse attacks.

And it wasn’t just the Torch Kingdom that felt threatened—inside the Floating-Land Shield, the Eight-Armed Serpent Demon Civilization sensed a crisis looming as well.

Within the shield, ten colossal figures reached out in unison. Above their heads, towering eight-armed phantom silhouettes appeared, each stretching out their illusionary arms at the same moment.

Empowered by the Floating-Land Origin, every eight-armed phantom Seethed with force, brushing the threshold of ninth-tier peak, some even touching the edge of myth. As the ten moved together, the world felt as if it was on the verge of crumbling—a doomsday tableau before all returned to silence.

Even the three Superdimensional Motherships stationed outside the Floating-Land rumbled with urgent alarms echoing through their hulls.

The onboard AI systems detected the overwhelming danger early, but the three Human Emperors inside showed little emotion.

Not to mention, once those eight-armed phantoms extended beyond the shield, the boost from the Floating-Land Origin vanished instantly, and their gathered power dropped sharply.

A closer look revealed the ten giant arms aimed squarely at the densest cluster of Torch Battleships—right and left flanks poised for attack.

Clearly, these ninth-tier serpent demons weren’t aiming for precise kills; their plan was to disrupt the Torch fleet’s artillery as broadly as possible.

And it wasn’t just these ninth-tier elites—inside the shield, over a hundred eighth-tier Serpent Demon Dominators and nearly ten thousand seventh-tier serpent demons sprang into action.

After nearly two millennia of relentless war, Torch civilization had slain thousands of serpent monarchs at the seventh tier. Combined with those still guarding the northern galactic cluster, the number of serpent demons now gathered on the Demon God Floating-Land was far smaller than it might have been.

Records from before the war show the Serpent Demon Civilization once boasted far more seventh-tier dominators than the Torch Kingdom could ever match.

With this many top-tier serpent demons attacking, the chaos rivaled that of the artillery barrage outside the shield. If these nearly ten thousand strikes got too close, the Torch fleet’s energy reserves would be heavily impacted.

“Ji Lie, it’s time!”

In that instant, a subtle signal pulsed from the centermost Superdimensional Mothership, and suddenly, one of the Star River-class Battleships among the dozens at the rear burst with radiance—five colors flaring in waves.

Light swept forward at dizzying speed. Just as the serpent demon avatars reached out from the shield, the prismatic gleam had already engulfed the entire Torch fleet.

At the same moment, a subtle transformation began across a million Torch Battleships—especially in the main control rooms near the front lines.

Where artillery usually took ages to charge, it now skipped ahead, the charging time forcibly slashed to zero.

“Did we just force all cannons to full charge instantly?”

Watching several main guns on the Heavenly Ruin complete their charge in an instant, Song Chi understood immediately—he could guess what staggering component the Chiyu Ji Clan had just activated.

To instantly ready a million battleships for full power? That had to be a high-level prismatic strategic module, nearly as valuable as the legendary prismatic extremity component.

His breathing picked up, but really, Song Chi wasn’t all that surprised.

Though the Chiyu Ji Clan—one of the four pillar ruling families—hadn’t drawn much attention before, that was simply because their Ji Emperor rarely took the field himself.

Underestimating Ji Clan just because they kept a low profile would only earn you ridicule—their hidden reserves ran terrifyingly deep.

And now, with a single trump card, they’d neatly flipped the crisis on its head.

Roaring explosions shook the void!

Countless energy beams pierced forward, aiming straight at the Demon God Floating-Land.

But before they could clash with the Floating-Land Shield, they first had to get past those phantom hands.

Amid thunderous detonations, the void hugging the shield began to shatter, spacetime crumbling in expanding waves.

In the chaos, some blazing beams and orbs were caught by the serpent demon hand seals, but most of the attacks smashed right through, punching holes in the serpent demons’ last lines and continuing on toward the Floating-Land Shield.

Why are Torch battleships known as the mightiest among their peers?

Because as long as a captain’s Torch Seed is powerful enough, they can push multiple Starchsea Oddities to their limit—not just one or two, but dozens stacked together. That’s how the Torch fleet earned its terrifying reputation among ships of similar class.

By the same logic, once enemies stepped past the shield, losing the Floating-Land Origin’s boost, only the regular captains with seeds matching their ships’ tier could hold on—everyone else was easily outmatched.

With detailed strategic plans from the Supreme Staff of the Four Great Empires, what looked like scattered attacks all converged on the exact same stretch of shield.

Even after absorbing blows from the serpent demons, the concentrated barrage still yielded impressive results when it hit.

It wasn’t enough to actually crack the mythical-level shield, but its luster clearly dimmed quite a bit.

Inside, the Eight-Armed Serpent Demons relaxed, assured by the result. They each flung their arms outward, striking back.

To them, the damage in this round was totally manageable—this kind of loss could be recovered easily by the massive Floating-Land itself.

So as long as the shield was unbreakable, those inside remained utterly safe, focusing solely on striking at the Torch fleet beyond.

……

Inside the Heavenly Ruin’s control room, Song Chi’s gaze sharpened, flicking between the distant Floating-Land shield and the trio of Superdimensional Motherships.

The outcome didn’t surprise him—despite pooling some of their most advanced artillery, Torch could only get so far against the serpent demons’ defenses and the shield’s insane toughness.

With mythical-level defense, there was simply no way to break through with ordinary combined fire.

Now he waited—waited for the three Superdimensional Motherships to make their move.

After all, tearing open the Floating-Land shield was up to the Torch Human Emperors.

And sure enough, just after this bombardment ended, deep inside the three ships up front, Jiang Emperor, Ying Huang, and Pei Dinan exchanged glances. The very next second, Pei Dinan—from the Sankt Federation’s pillar house, Akleimon—let loose a surge of dark energy, a fierce glow blooming at his forehead.

Normally, a Torch Captain can operate the ship’s powers with a single thought—so it was clear, Pei Dinan wasn’t just activating another ship component.

As the mark between Pei Dinan’s brows pulsed brighter, a seal buried deep in his Torch Ancestral Orifice came alive.

The seal glowed a vivid red, swirling with tendrils of what looked like faith power.

If Song Chi had seen it, he’d instantly recognize this was something far beyond ordinary faith—it was faith refined and transformed into a much higher form of energy.

As soon as the blood-red mark flared, nearly a billion lightyears away, deep in the heart of a continent-sized Living Floating-Land almost as vast as the Demon God Floating-Land, a tremendous turbulence shook the core.

Within the core chamber, one of ten Origin Light Spheres suddenly erupted with seething, primordial chaos.

Under the shimmering chaos, a phantom scroll manifested—hovering in the core chamber.

“That’s… one of Akleimon’s mythic foundation treasures: the [Pantheon Tableau]!”

Outside the Demon God Floating-Land, the [Heaven’s Holy Radiance] Mothership shimmered as the Tableau’s tangible projection hovered high above.

Across its prismatic, radiant surface, eight divine phantoms could be seen shifting inside the scroll.

Recognizing the sight, countless Torch Captains at the rear instantly recalled everything they knew of the Pantheon Tableau.

[Pantheon Tableau], a prismatic extremity component and the unquestioned trump card of the Sankt Federation, said to hail from a truly unique continent among the stars.

It might have been just a continent, but called itself the Heavenly Realm—a pocket world cut off from the Shattered Sea of Stars, filled with true gods and evil gods alike, a sealed domain beyond the reach of ordinary overlords.

Over two hundred thousand years ago, a Star River-class Captain of the Akleimon family—then still a member of the Divine Xia Empire’s noble houses—was stranded there. With a space marker component from her ship, she left a link to return, marking the Akleimon Clan’s rise to the peak.

For the next ten thousand years, the Akleimon family cultivated power in that world and eventually secured the Pantheon Tableau.

Rumor holds that the eight phantoms on the Tableau were once true gods within that realm.

Now, as the projection descended, a blood-red silhouette among the eight awakened.

One captain, who’d witnessed a summoning before, murmured over the fleet comms:

“The Blood Lord, Heaven’s Empress, their union of mortal and divine—the Bloodspawn. That thing has been summoned before, in the Bottomless Abyss!”

[Bloodspawn]

With those four words, every captain burned the memory of the ‘Bloodspawn’ into their hearts.

Radiance surged, and inside [Heaven’s Holy Radiance], an endless torrent of blood energy gushed forth—this was the blood of countless Dominators, melded together.

As the ocean of blood appeared, the Tableau overhead drew it in, the spectrum of seven colors pouring down and channeling the power of every drop.

Infused with this terrifying blood, the phantom of the Blood Lord on the Tableau began to solidify.

In the Heavenly Ruin’s control room, a flash of dual pupils flickered in Song Chi’s gaze as his pupils shrank.

He detected not just one but multiple samples of ninth-tier Dominator blood among the power, even the rarest Dominion Origin Blood.

Just one glance told him the price of this summoning was astronomical—the Akleimon family must have invested every drop of dominator blood earned this war, and possibly more. After all, no ninth-tier dominators had fallen on this battlefield yet.

The cost to call forth something like the Bloodspawn—the mind could barely grasp it.

While he mused, the Eight-Armed Serpent Demons deep within the shield launched another assault. As age-old rivals, it was no surprise they immediately recognized the famed Pantheon Tableau.

[Fallen Angel]: ‘Mythic Protection of the Fallen Angel’!

Jiang Emperor and Ying Huang didn’t just watch. Streams of prismatic light summoned the mythic phantom of a Fallen Angel, its wings spreading across the stars and wrapping all three Superdimensional Motherships within. Anyone wanting to harm them would need to shatter this barrier first.

Ninth-tier serpent demons rained attacks down, causing explosions across the barrier—but mythic defense held firm.

Seeing this, Torch Captains across the rear ranks felt a surge of awe.

In just a decade, the Superdimensional Motherships had revealed mythic card after mythic card. If they hadn’t been among Torch’s own elites, captains would have thought mythic relics lay around like river stones.

But this only highlighted the towering might of the four pillar dynasties. Hundreds of thousands of years of collective effort had forged reserves that bordered on the impossible.

[Lorokunlorjilu……]

Suddenly, a bizarre chant cut through all thoughts, sending chills down every captain’s spine.

In the dark sea of stars, a grotesque blood-red figure appeared.

Its body writhed with tumors. Around its flattened head, red-and-white bandages wriggled. Its lower half was nothing but a swollen mass of flesh, bristling not with legs, but with writhing scarlet tendrils.

This was the Bloodspawn—one of the eight true gods sealed inside the Pantheon Tableau.

Born from the union of the Blood Lord and the Empress, tainted and warped by the unknown, ultimately sealed as one of the Tableau’s eight divine beings.

Even though it was separated by billions of kilometers, plus the Azure Dragon Phantom, the rules field of the Heavenly Ruin, and the sealed safety of the warship, Song Chi still felt his body prickle with stabbing pain.

That was the corruption and mutation wielded by the god itself. Thankfully, the Human Emperors had summoned the Bloodspawn far from the fleet; if it came any closer, even with Torch hull’s isolation, every third or fourth-tier captain might be twisted into abominations.

By comparison, the three Superdimensional Motherships held their ground, comfortably blocking the Bloodspawn’s radiance, even as it hovered directly overhead.

“Pei Dinan, now!”

Knowing the Bloodspawn couldn’t last long, the trio wasted no time.

With Pei Dinan’s command, the Bloodspawn surged toward the Floating-Land Shield.

Every step it took bled crimson light across space, soaking even the shattered bands of space in gory radiance.

This contamination went beyond any mere law or rule—it touched the very primal essence that only mythic beings could wield.

As it hurtled forward, the serpent demons naturally tried to stop it, but the closer their phantom hand seals came, the slower they moved, until they were dyed blood red and melted away—absorbed straight into the Bloodspawn’s aura.

Whether eighth-tier or ninth-tier, the result was the same.

Only when a ninth-tier serpent demon unfurled a prismatic relic—a ray of dazzling color—did the Bloodspawn halt, if only for a heartbeat.

Yet, even prismatic wonders wielded by immortals could only do so much—nine tiers was still just the peak of mortality, and wishes of stopping a real myth were little more than fantasy.

Spotting even a sliver of hope, the serpent demons drew out more than ten mythic relics, desperate to resist.

Two, even, were true prismatic extremity treasures.

Finally, the Bloodspawn’s advance slowed to a crawl.

But the Torch’s advantage came from being able to deploy oddities anywhere in the Outer Domain—on that front, the Torch Kingdom had little to fear.

Only the oldest Overlord civilizations could compete with their stockpile.

Inside a hundred billion lightyears, every Dreadnought or below; for battleships above Star-Annihilator, there was no distance limit. Three hundred thousand years in, the Torch Kingdom had enough Starsea Oddities to outfit not just one, but five galactic clusters.

Another prismatic flare burst out, this time from the Xian Qin Ancestral Dragon, turning the entire sky to color.

In this radiance, the Bloodspawn’s aura of blood boiled over, and where it had faltered, it pressed forward once more.

This time, the serpent demons couldn’t stop it—the Bloodspawn drew close to the shield without effort.

As it pressed up against the shield, ripples rocked the barrier, God’s corruption soaking through in visible waves.

But this wasn’t the end. Within [Heaven’s Holy Radiance], Pei Dinan sent a fresh command.

[Bloodspawn: Blood Feast]

Again, the Pantheon Tableau’s special ability activated remotely, spurring the Bloodspawn into action.

Its swollen body split open, unleashing a flood of reeking blood.

This blood teemed with god-level corruption, splattering across the shield and filling the void with the acrid sizzle of decay.

And where the blood flowed—a place already battered by the gathered artillery—the shield grew spectral and dark at breathtaking speed.

Sensing real danger at last, the ninth-tier serpent demons within the shield narrowed their glowing eyes.

A deafening hum surged forth!

Tremors rippled across the Demon God Floating-Land, sending waves of fear into the crowd below. With such epic combat over their heads, even the slightest ripple could become catastrophic.

Luckily, the panic didn’t last long—a serpent demon descended, announcing the unleashed power was their civilization’s ultimate weapon, reassuring the lesser demons.

Deep beneath the Demon God Floating-Land, at the very locus of the origin core,

The core divided into eight: one vast piece at the center—almost half of all the essence—while the other seven shared the rest.

Suddenly, from the leftmost core, prismatic brilliance soared high.

A moment later, the very fabric of space began to warp.

From the Floating-Land Sky Vault, an eight-armed serpent demon suffused with nearly half-step tenth-tier power bellowed in rage:

[Riftsunder Scepter]: ‘Mythic Banishment’!

Prismatic light erupted within the Floating-Land. The scepter, crowned by an immense space gem, formed above its wielder. In an instant, a beam of spatial energy tore through the shield, targeting the Bloodspawn lurking just beyond.

A prismatic extremity relic of spatial type.

Nurtured at peak ninth-tier by the Floating-Land Origin.

Summoned by a half-step tenth-tier serpent demon dominator.

With all three, not even the Bloodspawn could react in time. Its only answer was a desperate barrier of its own raging blood.