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The news of the destruction of the Dark Eclipse Cult headquarters swept through the entire Misty World like a tsunami.

Seven days.

In just seven days, the Eternal Alliance uprooted this dark lair that had existed for countless years with overwhelming force.

More than ninety branch sects were wiped out, all ten eighth-level sect leaders perished, and even the legendary high priest who had lived for hundreds of millions of years chose to retreat in his duel with Lin Xiao.

The news was so shocking that when it first broke, almost no one wanted to believe it.

What is the Dark Eclipse Cult?

That can be said to be a force personally created by the God of Mist, a terrifying existence that has suppressed countless races in the Mist World for hundreds of millions of years.

With a hundred branch sects scattered across the land, an eighth-level sect leader sitting in the center, and a ninth-level high priest and the God of Mist behind him—how could such a behemoth possibly collapse so easily?

But the news was quickly confirmed.

Those areas that were once suppressed by the Dark Erosion Cult, those star fields that were shrouded in gray mist for years, and those space passages that had been sealed for countless years—all returned to normal within just a few days.

The disappearance of the Dark Eclipse Order also affected the operation of some of the Misty Worlds.

The gray mist began to dissipate, revealing patches of starry sky that had been obscured for millions of years.

Although the light from those stars was faint, it truly shone into this land that had never seen light before.

Countless creatures raised their heads, gazing at the unfamiliar starry sky, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

Then, the confusion turned into surprise, and the surprise turned into tears.

"The Dark Corruption Cult... is it really destroyed?"

"The Eternal Alliance...that faction established by the survivors?"

"Lin Xiao... I'll remember that name."

The day after the news spread, a small group on the edge of the Misty World took the lead in making a move.

It was an indigenous race called the "Crystal Rock Clan," with a population of less than a million, and the strongest among them was only at the fourth rank.

Under the rule of the Dark Eclipse Cult, they were oppressed, enslaved, and used as expendable commodities for generations.

Now, the mountain that had been pressing down on them has finally collapsed.

With trembling hands, the Grand Elder of the Crystal Rock Clan carved a letter onto a piece of crystal.

The letter was short, consisting of only a few lines, yet it carried the hopes of this race for millions of years.

"A personal message from Lin Xiao, leader of the Eternal Alliance: The Crystal Rock Clan is willing to pledge allegiance to the Alliance Leader and serve him without hesitation, even unto death."

The messenger set off overnight, flying towards the Eternal Alliance.

Similar events are happening simultaneously in various corners of the misty world.

The third day, the seventh day, the tenth day—

More and more ethnic groups and forces are beginning to contact the Eternal Alliance through various channels.

There are small groups like the Crystal Rock Clan, with a population of no more than a million and a strength of only the fourth or fifth rank.

They have been oppressed for too long, and now they finally see hope, even if it is just a glimmer of light, they are willing to give everything for it.

There are also medium-sized forces with hundreds of millions of people and powerful experts at the sixth or seventh rank.

They had struggled to survive amidst the shadows of the Dark Eclipse Cult, managing to navigate between different factions. Now that the Dark Eclipse Cult had fallen, they chose to take sides without hesitation.

Even some forces that had previously colluded with the Dark Eclipse Cult have secretly extended olive branches.

They were afraid of being purged, afraid of becoming the next target to be wiped out, so they couldn't wait to find a new patron.

Lin Xiao had only one attitude towards these people seeking refuge—he would accept them all.

"As long as you sincerely pledge allegiance, the doors of the Eternal Alliance will always be open." He said to the crowd in the council hall, his voice calm yet firm. "But there is one condition: you must abide by the rules of the All-Spirit Alliance. Anyone who bullies the weak or abuses their power will be executed without mercy."

Zhuge Duo nodded and relayed the orders one by one.

As a result, in the following two weeks, the Eternal Alliance experienced wave after wave of defections.

Every day, representatives from dozens or even hundreds of ethnic groups come to the territory of the Eternal Alliance.

They brought gifts, sincerity, and hopes for the future.

Lin Xiao's miniature universe has expanded fivefold in the past two weeks.

The newly joined groups were placed in star systems at the edge of the universe. Each star system was carefully planned, with sufficient resources, a safe living environment, and space to communicate with other members of the Eternal Alliance.

Zhuge Duo's rules of destiny are operating at full capacity, deducing the most suitable development direction for each ethnic group.

The rules of celestial prophecy are also at work, preventing potential contradictions and conflicts in advance.

Yunxi's Sacred Realm of Creation is responsible for providing material support to newly joined clans.

The Creation Elixir was distributed in large quantities to help lower-ranking members quickly improve their strength.

Everything is going in a good direction.

But Lin Xiao knew that the real test was yet to come.

The God of Mist is still asleep, while the High Priest and the Mist Shadow are still secretly watching.

Although the Dark Eclipse Cult has been destroyed, the true ruler of the Mist World is still alive.

The real battle will only begin when that being awakens.

There is not much time left for him.

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While the Eternal Alliance is growing rapidly, a crisis is quietly approaching in another corner of the Misty World.

It was a star field shrouded in chaotic energy, located on the edge of the Misty World, far from the sphere of influence of the Eternal Alliance.

There is no fixed spatial structure, no clear rules or restrictions, only constantly surging chaotic energy.

Sometimes it condenses into mountains and rocks, sometimes it dissipates into nothingness; the world is filled with primal and violent power.

Deep within this star field lies a palace constructed of chaotic crystals.

Countless fragments of chaos float around the palace, each containing the potential to create a small world.

This is the Chaotic Realm—the territory of Hongmeng, an SSS-level talent survivor.

But at this moment, the owner of this palace is not here.

Deeper within the chaotic realm, in a more secluded space, eight figures sat cross-legged.

Their bodies swirled with various colors of light—the greyish-white of reincarnation, the crimson of destruction, the five colors of the five elements, the pitch-black of nothingness, the golden yellow of immortality, the seven colors of chaos, the golden color of law, and—

The silver of time.

That was the power of eight SSS-level talents, gathered together to form a suffocating pressure.

If Lin Xiao were here, he would definitely recognize seven of them—Zhuanlun, Fentian, Yanhuang, Yechen, Cangxuan, Hongmeng, and Lüqiong.

Those seven survivors with SSS-level talents who were forcibly promoted to Tier 6 by the Misty World and then sent to assassinate him.

The eighth figure, the young man surrounded by silver time power, was the most unique among them.

His name is Shi Yan, a master of SSS-level time-based talents.

At this moment, Shi Yan had his eyes closed and his hands forming a mudra. Silver light surged from his body, condensing into a huge silver halo in front of him.

The halo slowly rotated, exuding a mysterious and profound aura.

Within that halo, the flow of time was distorted to its extreme.

One second outside is one second inside the halo.

No, that's not right—Shi Yan's talent is far more terrifying than that.

The "Time Training Ground" he created can accelerate time to a full one hundred times that of the outside world.

One day outside is equivalent to one hundred days inside the training ground.

More than two months have passed since the seven of them broke with the Misty World and killed the gray-robed envoy.

More than seventy days.

In the Time Training Ground, they have been cultivating for over seven thousand days—nearly twenty years.

Twenty years of arduous training have brought about a dramatic change in the strength of these seven SSS-level survivors who were originally only at the sixth rank.

Each of them possessed an aura as powerful as a mountain, and they were only a hair's breadth away from the seventh rank.

That threshold could be crossed by them at any moment.

But at this moment, Shi Yan's face was somewhat pale.

His hands were trembling slightly, and sweat was constantly dripping from his forehead.

The silver halo was still operating, but it was no longer as stable as before.

"I can't hold on any longer." He opened his eyes, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "Those pursuers are one step closer."

The words had barely left his mouth—

boom--!

The entire chaotic star field was trembling violently.

In the distance, three seventh-level auras, like three sharp daggers, pierced into this hidden space.

"Found it."

A cold voice came from the void.