Survival for All: I can deconstruct projections and synthesize everything.

When the news reached the headquarters of the Dark Erosion Order, the entire hall fell silent.

That silence was not calm, but the deathly stillness before a storm.

The air seemed to freeze, and even the flow of the power of rules became slow and heavy.

The black flames that had been burning fiercely in the main hall seemed to sense their master's emotions, and became dim and flickering.

Enma sat in the head seat, his face terribly gloomy.

His dark divine kingdom surged slowly behind him, like a raging ocean, but he forcibly suppressed it from erupting.

His hands rested on the armrests of the throne, his knuckles turning white from the force, and fine cracks appeared on the hard metal surface of the armrests.

Void and the Other Shore sat on either side, equally silent.

Void lowered its gaze, staring at the ground in front of it, lost in thought.

On the other side, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, and his fingers were trembling involuntarily. No matter how hard he tried to control them, he couldn't stop them.

A battle report lay before them.

The battle report contained only a few lines of text, engraved on the black crystal with the power of the rules, each word exuding an aura of despair.

The handwriting seemed to carry the scent of blood and fire; just by looking at it, one could feel the devastation of the ninety branch sects' destruction.

"The Eternal Alliance annihilated ninety branch sects of the Dark Erosion Cult within seven days! All cult leaders and deputy leaders perished. Countless members were killed or wounded!"

Enma put down the battle report very lightly, but the sound of the black crystal falling onto the table echoed like thunder in the empty hall.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the void and the other side. In his deep eyes, there was no anger, no fear, only a chilling calm.

"Ninety branch schools... seven days..." His voice was as calm as if he were talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with him, but it was this calmness that made both Xu Kong and Bi An's hearts sink to the bottom.

"What do you want to say?"

Void's Adam's apple bobbed, and his face was equally ashen.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "That Lin Xiao is even more insane than we imagined. He actually dared to launch a preemptive attack, and he wiped them all out in one fell swoop. Ninety branch sects... wiped out within seven days... This means he didn't intend to give us any time to react at all."

He paused, then continued, "Furthermore, based on the analysis of the remaining rule fluctuations, his miniature universe is more complete than when he fought Lord Mistman outside the Mist World. He is growing, growing at a speed we cannot imagine."

A flicker of barely concealed fear crossed the other side's eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "He...he wouldn't really attack headquarters, would he? We...we still have three branch sects, the headquarters' great formation, and..."

"Enough," Enma interrupted him calmly. "Haven't the other seven dead cult leaders taught you a lesson yet?"

The chilling look in that gaze made Bi'an tremble violently, and all the words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back. The entire hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

Enma stood up and slowly walked to the entrance of the main hall.

His steps were light, but each step felt as if he were stepping on the void and the heart of the other shore.

He raised his head and looked out into the void beyond the main hall.

There, a gray mist was slowly swirling, just as it had been every day for millions of years.

But today, the mists seem to have become uneasy; they surge and tremble in the void, as if they have a premonition of something.

Just then—

The entire hall suddenly began to tremble.

The tremor did not come from within, but from the outside, from the depths of the void.

At first it was very faint, like thunder coming from afar, but in an instant it became extremely violent, as if an invisible giant hand was shaking the entire Dark Eclipse Order headquarters.

Fine dust settled and fell from the dome of the main hall.

The runes on the wall began to flicker and emit a piercing buzzing sound.

The black torches placed on either side shook violently, their flames almost going out.

Enma's pupils contracted slightly.

He sensed it.

It was a power he had never felt before—vast, boundless, and irresistible.

That power was different from the oppressive aura of the Mist God; it was purer, more primal, and more...free.

He strode out of the main hall and looked up into the distance.

There, a seven-colored light was rapidly approaching.

The light was dazzling and brilliant, like the rising sun tearing through the curtain of eternal night.

Wherever it passed, the gray mist that had shrouded this star field for countless years dispersed, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

The mist melted and evaporated in the light, revealing the starry sky that had been obscured for countless years.

Amidst the light, a young figure floated silently.

His figure appeared so small in the void, yet for some reason, no one could take their eyes off him.

He was surrounded by a faint, seven-colored light. The light was not dazzling or ostentatious, but it carried an undeniable presence.

Behind him, a miniature universe slowly unfolded.

It was a complete universe—stars shone within it, nebulae swirled within it, and the power of the five elements circulated endlessly within it.

That miniature universe is slowly expanding, and its edges are colliding with the misty world.

Each collision stirs up ripples of rules across the sky, and wherever those ripples pass, the rules of the misty world tremble slightly.

Lin Xiao.

he came.

Behind him stood the entire fighting force of the Eternal Alliance.

Five billion experts at the fifth rank or above filled the entire void like countless stars.

The twelve hundred sixth-tier powerhouses each exuded an aura powerful enough to suppress an entire star field.

They were arranged in twelve square formations, surrounding Lin Xiao's miniature universe like twelve satellites guarding a star.

Twenty-nine seventh-tier powerhouses hovered at the very front.

Their auras were powerful and profound; each of them was capable of matching the full power of a branch of the Dark Corruption Order.

Zhuge Duo, Xing Yan, Yun Xi, Lü Qiao, Zhao Da—these people who had followed Lin Xiao from the very beginning were all standing at the front.

Vast and boundless, covering the sky and the earth.

The sheer force of the display caused the entire headquarters of the Dark Eclipse Order to tremble. It wasn't the building itself that trembled, but rather the very fabric of its rules—this dark lair, which had existed for countless years, instinctively felt fear in the face of an even more powerful force.

Enma took a deep breath as he watched the figure getting closer and closer.

His chest heaved, each breath seeming to require the utmost effort.

His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood seeping from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

"You've arrived," he said softly, his voice as calm as if he were welcoming a long-lost friend.

But his eyes betrayed him—there was solemnity, apprehension, and a hint of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

The man on the other side was trembling violently, his teeth chattering, his voice broken and fragmented: "What...what do we do? Three branch sects...fourteen vice-leaders...how can we fight them? How could we possibly defeat them?"

Enma did not answer.

He simply turned around and slowly walked back to the main hall.

His steps remained steady, but each step felt heavier than the one he had taken on the way there.

He walked through the empty hall, past the corridors that housed statues of powerful figures from the Dark Eclipse Order throughout history, and finally arrived at the deepest part of the hall.

There, a statue of the god of mist is enshrined.

It was a colossal statue hundreds of feet tall, carved entirely from some unknown gray crystal.

The statue's face is blurred, as if shrouded in an eternal mist.

But on the surface of the statue, a gray light was slowly flowing, like the breath of a sleeping person.

That was the power of the God of Mist; though faint, it was real.

Enma raised his head and looked up at the statue.

His lips moved slightly, and his voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"Your Majesty...please bless us."

He knew that the God of Mist would not hear his prayers at this moment.

At the crucial moment when that great being was awakening, he had no time to spare for this insignificant ant.

But he still spoke up.

Because at this moment, he had nothing left to rely on.

He took a deep breath and turned around.

When he faced the entrance to the main hall again, his gaze had become resolute.

In that instant, he felt as if he had returned to the moment when he first stood under the banner of the Dark Eclipse Order—young, fearless, and ready to die.

"Let's fight."