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

The crowd fell silent again.

At this moment, someone had already brought over a wooden stake and some knife racks. The wooden stake was inserted into the center of the table, and long knives were arranged on both sides.

Lin Chen tied Cangming to the top, sealing his cultivation, and he was now like a lamb to the slaughter.

Cangming's physical abilities have reached the eleventh level, so ordinary swords and blades won't cause him much harm, but this will prolong his suffering.

The line stretched from the foot of the stage all the way to the edge of the square, with a constant flow of people. Some would step forward, take a knife, stab the victim, put it back, and leave.

Some people even pounced on him, biting off a piece of his flesh before leaving.

The crying and cursing never stopped.

After observing for a while and confirming that order had been established, Lin Chen turned around and led Li Ya and the others away, heading towards the New Guangzhou Library.

Recently, Tang Xiaoran has been spending a lot of time in the library, looking for inspiration for the evolution of cultivation methods from the classics of various schools of thought.

When Lin Chen found her, Tang Xiaoran was sitting at a table against the wall, reading the I Ching.

Lin Chen sat down opposite her and handed her the cultivation manual he had obtained from Cangming.

"This is a cultivation technique I seized from Cangming. I used the laws of the mind to learn their language and have translated it into our language. The content should be fine."

Tang Xiaoran happily took the book, turned the pages, and after reading for a while, she exclaimed with admiration, "Their cultivation system is indeed much more advanced than ours. I've only read a few pages and I've already gained a lot of inspiration."

Lin Chen nodded: "That's good. Then you should develop a new cultivation technique as soon as possible to elevate our cultivation system to another level."

Tang Xiaoran nodded obediently, "Yes, Brother Lin, don't worry. I'll go back to the island to cultivate in seclusion later. When I come out next time, I'll definitely raise everyone's strength to the next level."

He stood up and gently ruffled Tang Xiaoran's hair: "Of course, you should also take care of your health and not overwork yourself."

"I understand."

Lin Chen got up and led the others out of the library, returning to Creation Island.

He stayed with Li Ya and the others all night, and left the space early the next morning, landing in the Heavenly Demon Palace on Heavenly Demon Star.

The Demon Ancestor and the Dragon Ancestor were already waiting there.

"The progenitors cannot be killed, but the war against the gods can begin." Lin Chen cut straight to the point. "Although the main force of the gods has retreated to the divine realm, the gods still occupy one-third of the rich star fields, many of which were seized from the myriad races. They must be made to give them back."

The Demon Ancestor nodded in support.

"How do you plan to fight?" the Dragon Ancestor asked.

"Just proceed steadily," Lin Chen said. "We'll take it one star system at a time until we restore the previous order of the myriad races and allow the gods to return to their ancestral star field."

The Demon Ancestor pondered for a moment: "Then what should we do?"

Lin Chen had clearly planned ahead: "The three of us will stay on Venaya Star, outside the ancestral star field of the God Race, and keep a close watch on those progenitors. I believe that with all races working together, defeating the God Race shouldn't be a problem."

The Dragon Ancestor frowned slightly: "This will likely take a very long time..."

Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, but this is the safest way. Besides, the prison you built for the ancestors also takes quite a bit of time, doesn't it?"

The Demon Ancestor nodded: "Indeed, the God Race has ruled the universe for hundreds of millions of years and has a profound foundation. Only through this kind of long war can their foundation be worn down and prevented from rising from the ashes in the future."

The Dragon Ancestor said in a deep voice, "If things continue like this, all races will suffer considerable losses."

Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, but in the long run, it is also beneficial to all races. Our territory and resources will increase, while the divine race's will decrease. With this ebb and flow, all races will benefit more."

The Dragon Ancestor asked with some concern, "Are the myriad races willing to send troops?"

Lin Chen paused for a moment and said, "We can arrange the intensity of the battle according to the strength of each race. As long as we don't deliberately target any race and send them to their deaths, I believe they will still want to take this opportunity to seek revenge."

The Demon Ancestor nodded: "Indeed, with Mr. Lin's current prestige, there shouldn't be any major problems."

The Dragon Ancestor nodded in agreement with the Demon Ancestor's statement, and then asked, "Then who should command this war?"

The Demon Ancestor frowned: "This is indeed a problem. The scale of warships and personnel deployed in this level of battle is unprecedented. Ordinary people cannot command it."

Lin Chen paused for a moment and then said, "We can form a war council, where each race can bring in its best warriors to coordinate and deploy them."

The Dragon Ancestor's eyes lit up: "This is a good idea, but this council needs a leader, right?"

The Demon Ancestor suggested, "Since everyone is not familiar with each other in the early stages, we don't need to promote them for now. We will keep a close eye on them and then promote those who stand out."

Lin Chen nodded: "Okay."

The Dragon Ancestor nodded as well.

That was the end of it, and the three of them parted ways.

With the matter settled, the three dispersed and began to notify the myriad races.

A year later, the formation of an anti-god alliance was discussed in the Yunfu Starfield, on the outskirts of the divine realm. The policies of the War Council were also announced at the same time.

Lin Chen left a clone in the original location, while his main body made a high-profile trip to Venaya Star to keep a close eye on the movements of the progenitors.

At the same time, Li Ya and others were instructed to prepare, as the human race would officially participate in this war.

After dealing with the gods, he planned to put Earth back into its original orbit, relocate a portion of the human race back to develop and spread the human race.

The response came faster than expected after the message was sent.

The first to express their support were a group of small and medium-sized races that had long survived under the oppression of the gods: the Spirit Race, the Flame Race, the Stone Race, the Gray Gravel Race, and the Green Wilderness People. They replied almost on the same day they received the notice.

Qiming didn't say much, only replying, "The Qiling Clan is sending troops; they are at your command."

The old dwarf of the Yan tribe replied even more briefly: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

The Stone Clan's ancestor was even more direct, replying with just one word: "Fight."

When Lin Chen saw these replies, he was not surprised and just waited for the official gathering a year later.

What's truly surprising is the Elf race.

The Elven race has always been known for its neutrality and love of peace. They have long been caught between the gods and all other races, maintaining their independence through the protection of the Elven Tree and their skillful diplomacy.

When the news reached the Elf Star, Elf Queen Eliza was standing in front of the Elf Divine Tree.

After a moment's thought, the spirit of the Mother Tree replied directly: "We must get involved. The Elven race cannot stand idly by in this matter, otherwise, there will be no place for us among all races in the future."

Having received confirmation, the Elf Queen turned and returned to the palace, saying to the waiting Elf elders, "The Mother Tree has recovered; the Elven race is sending troops."

The elders looked at each other, but no one objected.

The news spread quickly, shaking all races. Even the elves had joined in, making this war far more significant.

More races began to join the fray. This war, destined to be recorded in the annals of space, had finally begun.

The prophet sat alone in the courtyard of Crimson Rock Star, looking at the intelligence delivered by Spirit Rhinoceros, and muttered to himself, "Is it finally about to begin? I wonder how it will end? I should prepare myself..."

The rest of the words were barely audible; what was the prophet preparing?