Heavenly phenomena occurred one after another like a rising tide over the past few days.
The entire vault of heaven was dyed crimson, as if speaking of the weeping of gods.
Four gods had fallen, and the other gods who participated in the battle were also heavily injured.
They began to rest and recuperate, intending to use Faith Power to slowly mend their wounds.
Meanwhile, the gods of the Troll, Behemoth, and Xianling races had not returned since they ascended beyond the heavens.
At this time, there were no gods left on the mainland, aside from the ongoing war between the Sacred and Fallen continents.
They had no idea that a new God of the Undead had already been born.
Furthermore, the two incarnations of the Elven Race and the Dwarf Race were also secretly preparing for their own ascension to godhood.
As for the Human Race, Qilin did not have a human incarnation because his main body was already human.
The limitations of a God of Faith were quite significant, so he did not choose to ascend to godhood himself.
Having his clones take on the corresponding responsibilities was the best approach for now.
On this day, clouds surged over the Fallen Continent.
The prolonged war had severely depleted the racial strength of both sides; after all, their opponents were no pushovers.
Just as they were locked in a fierce struggle with the Three Holy Races on the front lines, all the other races on the continent unexpectedly united and launched a sudden attack against them.
Initially, the two races did not care.
The gap in strength between first-rate races and top-tier races was too vast, so they did not take the threat seriously.
They assumed it was a plot by the Angel Race, as that group was most skilled at deluding people’s hearts.
However, they soon realized they were wrong.
These first-rate races were numerous—there were at least five or six on each continent, and the Fallen Continent had the most, totaling more than a dozen.
The leaders of these minor races were, without exception, all Demigods!
No one could withstand more than ten Demigods besieging a single top-tier race.
The two races quickly withdrew their troops to defend their homelands.
While the Angels were still gloating, they were not spared either, facing full-scale attacks from several minor races.
A few days later, only one leader remained among the four Demigods of the Xianling Race.
They announced their withdrawal from the Sacred Alliance and began to seek self-preservation.
What none of the other races knew was that the Xianling Race was now entirely under the control of the Ethereal Spirit Avatar.
As for the newly ascended god above their heads—well, with the common people completely under control, that god no longer posed any threat.
A few more days passed, and the Fallen Angel Race and the Demon Race suffered crushing defeats.
What was puzzling, however, was that these united first-rate races did not drive them to extinction.
After destroying the enemy Royal City and slaying the Demigods, they strangely chose to withdraw their troops.
They did not even occupy a single inch of the conquered territory.
The strife between the two continents finally ceased, but the war was not over.
One month later, the Dragon Race, which had always ignored continental affairs, stirred up an internal conflict.
The specific reason was unknown; all that was known was that both sides were at each other’s throats, ready to fight at any moment.
The Troll Race and the Behemoth Race, acting as subordinates, chose to take a side at this time.
They both sided with the younger faction.
The higher-ups of the Dragon Race naturally understood that the gods of those two races were newly ascended, so it was not surprising for them to pick a side.
Under pressure, the internal factions of the Dragon Race finally decided to let strength do the talking.
The strongest from both sides would engage in a duel, and the winner would lead the Dragon Race.
This would avoid unnecessary losses caused by internal strife and preserve their strength to the maximum extent.
Both sides naturally accepted this.
A few days later, the Dragon Race was unified once again.
A new Dragon Demigod ascended the Throne with absolute strength, becoming the new supreme ruler of the Dragon Race.
On the second day of the Dragon Race’s unification, the Golden Continent and the Golden Continent of Strife completed their merger, forming a single territory.
At the same time, the Ordinary Continent and the Fallen Continent also completed their integration with their respective Vassal Continents.
Aside from the Black Mist dividing the borders, the entire mainland was now a single entity.
One month later, several beams of light rose from the three continents other than the Ordinary Continent.
The various races were stunned, and the Ten Thousand Races bowed their heads.
Without exception, everyone felt an unparalleled terror and sacred aura within that energy, making them want to kneel.
The Angel Race, the only one that still maintained its sovereignty, looked horrified.
They knew clearly that new gods were being born!
How was it possible?
How could so many gods be born all at once?
While they were lost in confusion, a golden beam of light pierced the sky from within the territory of the Angel Empire.
Was there a new Angel ascending to godhood within the Angel Race’s borders as well?
They were shocked and immediately took several Demigods to the location of the light beam, only to find a blonde girl.
The sacred Angel bloodline she radiated was incredibly dense, even higher than that of those who called themselves Noble Angels.
Most importantly, they did not recognize the Angel in front of them at all!
“Who are you?!”
An Angel Demigod shouted from mid-air.
The Angel Avatar turned with a smile and said candidly, “A foreign race!”
All the high-level members of the Angel Race were shocked.
They instantly understood the current situation—not just here, but across the entire continent.
However, before they could react, more than twenty figures rose around them.
They came from various races, and every single one was a Demigod!
A great battle was about to break out.
Of course, the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
***
Several days later, the Continent of Ten Thousand Races had completely returned to tranquility.
All races lived in peace and harmony.
It was almost exactly as it had been when Qilin first arrived in this world after his Transmigration.
At this moment, inside the Great Hall of the Kirin Kingdom’s Royal City, there was no one else but Qilin.
He was surrounded by dozens of people—all of them the clones Qilin had created using his Origin from the very beginning.
At this moment, they were all gathered here.
Among them were Demigods, those in the Saint Realm, and even gods.
They were of all kinds, appearing as one person yet not entirely the same.
“I have gathered the faith of the entire world into my hands, and I have discovered a brand-new path. As long as we deal with those gods beyond the heavens, we can completely control this place and become a ruler far surpassing a god.”
Qilin looked at everyone and spoke solemnly.
‘Main body, you don’t need to explain so much. We all come from the same entity; who wouldn’t understand?’
The Undead Avatar interjected.
She then looked at the others.
‘Everyone, let’s begin.’
The other incarnations looked at each other and nodded one after another.
Qilin said nothing more, looking at everyone in silence.
In the next second, an unparalleled light erupted from everyone, soaring straight into the sky and sweeping across the entire Continent of Ten Thousand Races with a terrifying aura.
A moment later, the hall was empty.
Only spheres of Origin energy remained, floating and rotating with endless power.
As Qilin opened his arms, all the Origins merged into his body at that instant.
Following this, the continent shook violently.
The sun and moon appeared in the sky together.
All living creatures prostrated themselves on the ground, looking toward that direction in fear.
Twenty-five minutes later, an invisible wave of energy spread out like a storm, beginning to sweep across the entire Continent of Ten Thousand Races.
Green leaves grew on the barren land, withered trees regained their life, and dying creatures that had experienced the baptism of war stood up once more.
They knelt piously on the ground…
The Black Mist at the borders also melted away like ice and snow at this moment.
The Continent of Ten Thousand Races, which had been split into four by this pollution, finally unified into one place again.
Beyond the heavens, the eight gods seemed to feel something.
They all looked toward the continent in shock, their gazes piercing through the infinite void as if trying to see through everything.
But right then, the Protective Shield that had guarded the Continent of Ten Thousand Races for many years vanished completely.
Before they could even express their surprise, a figure abruptly appeared before the eight gods.
A faint smile played on Qilin’s lips.
“Everyone, for what reason are you loitering outside my world?”
[The End]