Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

The battle video of Water Margin began to spread rapidly in the starry sky. Countless leaders of races large and small witnessed the scene of the seven progenitors of the God Race being brutally beaten and chased away by Lin Chen alone.

The once unshakeable image of the gods was shattered in front of everyone for the first time.

One week later, in the Tianyuan Starfield, at the border between the God Clan and the Demon Clan.

The discovery of a spirit mine on an ordinary life-bearing planet would not normally be a big deal, but the demon race, contrary to their usual behavior, launched a massive attack, directly sending troops to take over the entire planet and loudly declaring that "this place has been demon territory since ancient times," expelling all the gods from the planet.

The Demon Clan's official news outlets reported on this matter extensively, and the Dragon Clan's media followed suit, reprinting the reports repeatedly.

Fueled by newly emerging hardliners like Mo Ling, public opinion has heated up rapidly, with signs emerging that the gods will be completely driven out of the Tianyuan Starfield and restored to its ancient name, "Tianyuan Starfield".

The responses from the Demon Ancestor and the Dragon Ancestor were quite clever, neither admitting nor denying.

When the divine envoy came to question them, the Demon Ancestor simply replied casually, "It's just an ordinary spirit mine, isn't it? Your divine race is so powerful, is it really necessary?"

The Dragon Ancestor's clone chimed in, "That's right, if you have any objections, let your ancestor come and talk to you."

They made a show of force, neither completely breaking off relations nor showing any intention of backing down.

Faced with two ancestral-level powerhouses, and at a time when the divine race's prestige was being undermined and its internal morale was in turmoil, the divine envoy had no choice but to swallow his anger and hastily end the matter.

At the same time, several of the Protoss's traditional resource routes have also been frequently disrupted.

The transport ships were frequently attacked by various space pirates, and the cargo disappeared into thin air, but no trace of battle could be found at the scene.

The patrols sent to investigate found nothing, only discovering a few lingering traces of demon and dragon auras at the boundaries of certain star systems.

The second to take action were the elves.

The Elf Queen directly released the financial reports for recent years, revealing that the once prosperous Elf Star had been operating at a loss year after year.

They then announced that, effective immediately, the Elven race would refuse to pay annual tribute to the Protoss, and prominently reported the Queen's extraordinary reception of Lin Chen during his visit to the Elven Star.

The intention couldn't be clearer: the elves had sided with Lin Chen.

The Protoss? I'm not serving them anymore!

The third group to take action was the Spirit Clan.

Qiming brought the video recorded by Lin Chen to the Protoss's base on Qiling Star and played it in public.

In the scene, Lin Chen's words were crisp and decisive: "From this moment forward, all members of the Divine Race must leave Qiling Star, or face the consequences. Anyone who dares to retaliate will be punished tenfold. As for the annual tribute, as long as I, Lin Chen, am alive, anyone who dares to come to Qiling Star to collect it, I will break their legs."

The Qiling Clan once gifted Lin Chen a billion Origin Crystal Cores. Lin Chen's actions are both a way of repaying that favor and a way of expressing his commitment.

The three messages spread rapidly across the starry sky, and the prestige that the Protoss had accumulated over billions of years began to crumble in large swaths.

More and more races began to secretly seek Lin Chen's contact channels, hoping to get on board this rising behemoth.

The prophet was extremely busy, the Anti-God Alliance was operating at full speed, and Lin Chen also recorded a protection video for each new race that joined the alliance.

News of the Protoss troops being driven out in droves continued to arrive from all directions.

The Devouring Ancestor could only swallow his anger and ordered a significant reduction in troop deployments. He worried that if the deployments weren't made, Lin Chen would actually "visit" each of those strongholds, resulting in even greater losses.

Currently, apart from a dozen or so core star systems near the Divine Realm, the influence of the Protoss in other star systems has plummeted to rock bottom.

At this moment, the Devouring Ancestor once again summoned the Void Ancestor, Thunder Ancestor, Wind Ancestor, Light Ancestor, Dark Ancestor, and Poison Ancestor together.

Everyone's injuries had healed, and Poison Ancestor sat in his seat, much more silent than before.

The light in the hall was dim, and the shadows of the people overlapped and separated, creating an indescribably oppressive atmosphere.

The Devouring Ancestor spoke first, his gaze falling on the Dark Ancestor: "Fifth Brother, any progress on your end?"

Anzu shook his head: "We still can't find the seventh and eighth brothers. The ninth and tenth brothers sent word that they need to wait for their statements."

Kong Zu frowned deeply, his voice rising several decibels: "My divine race has almost completely lost face, how can they still be so stubborn?"

Before the words were finished, a clear, ethereal female voice drifted in from outside the hall, its tone light and airy, yet like a soft knife piercing the ears of everyone present: "Third brother, you can't say that. It's you who are embarrassed, what does it have to do with us?"

Then another deep male voice added unhurriedly, "Exactly. Besides, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Didn't it already happen 600 million years ago?"

The light in the hall dimmed slightly, and two figures appeared silently in the center of the hall.

A figure was surrounded by a dense aura of death, his entire body wrapped in a wide black robe, making it impossible to see his face. Only his skeletal outline indicated that he was a man.

His aura was somber, as if he had just risen from the depths of a tomb, his gaze hidden in the shadow of his hood, revealing no warmth whatsoever—he was none other than the progenitor of death.

The other figure was completely different. He was dressed in a colorful gauze robe, and his face was shrouded in a dreamlike halo. His features were indistinct, as if they were flowing back and forth between the moonlight and the mist. After staring at him for a moment, one would feel a sense of disorientation. This was the progenitor of illusion.

Everyone stood up at the same time.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Devouring Ancestor, who said with delight, "Ninth Brother, Tenth Brother, you're back?"

The Ancestor of Death did not take a seat, but merely stopped near the entrance of the hall: "Second brother, I've heard about what happened to you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "But I'll say it again: I only listen to Lao Ba."

Huan Zu nodded, her gauze robe swaying gently with the movement: "I only listen to Seventh Brother."

The Devouring Ancestor frowned slightly: "Do you know where the Seventh and Eighth Brothers are?"

"I don't know," the progenitor of death answered crisply.

Kong Zu lost his temper, his voice trembling with barely suppressed anger: "Can't you all have your own opinions?"

Huan Zu shrugged, his voice still ethereal, but his words were sharp as if coated with poison: "There's nothing I can do, I think Seventh Brother is the smartest. You're all too stupid, listening to you will only bring bad luck."

The Primordial Ancestor of Death immediately followed up: "That's right, it was already proven 600 million years ago. Seventh Brother advised you back then, but you just wouldn't listen."

Kong Zu's face darkened: "Seventh and Eighth Brothers were blinded by love back then, why should we listen to her?"

Huan Zu remained calm, his tone still nonchalant. His gaze fell on Kong Zu as if he were looking at a child who hadn't yet grown up, and he casually retorted, "But isn't the seventh brother, who's been blinded by greed, smarter than all of you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

Kong Zu was speechless, his face turning red. He opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to refute it.