A series of strong tremors and roars came from deep underground.

The holy city, once a symbol of the highest power of the Free Federation, is now cracked open along its central axis by a bottomless, dark chasm.

Countless skyscrapers collapsed one after another, sending dust billowing into the sky.

The moat water overflowed into the ground fissure, sending up a water column as high as 100 meters.

Countless people screamed and fled amidst the ruins.

"Help! Someone please save my child!"

"My leg is broken! Where are the ambulances?!"

The space above the sky was constantly collapsing, and debris was falling in dense clusters.

The high-level professionals did their best to maintain their magical shields, but they shattered in pieces before the power that caused the world to collapse.

Zhou Huai hovered ten thousand meters in the air, looking down at the scene below, the wind making his dark gold battle armor flutter loudly.

The Way of Heaven has fallen, and the world has collapsed.

At this point, there was no room for maneuver between him and Mr. Duan; this battle was unavoidable.

But instead of tearing through space to fight his opponent, he slowly raised his right hand and made a gesture towards the collapsing world below.

"Buzz—!"

A deep hum reverberated through the heavens and earth.

The phantom of the Origin Tree, now fully fused within his body, emerged from his body and floated in the void, then swelled in the wind.

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters...

In just a few seconds, the phantom of the sacred tree expanded to tens of thousands of meters, its enormous canopy covering the entire Free Federation.

The lush green branches and leaves blocked out the sun, radiating a sacred, high-dimensional radiance that completely dispelled the silent gloom.

The civilians and professionals who had been waiting to die with their eyes closed on the ground all raised their heads.

"What...what is that?"

"A tree? A giant tree that blots out the entire sky!"

"Has a god descended? A god has come to save us!"

Countless people gazed at the sacred tree in the sky, radiating endless vitality, and even forgot to run away.

Zhou Huai didn't offer much explanation; time was of the essence.

Mr. Duan has extremely high standards. He only wants to absorb the source of the top experts in the ruins. He looks down on the meager power of ordinary professionals and even thinks that mortals are like ants that can be easily wiped out.

But Zhou Huai is different.

While the individual strength of these ordinary professionals may seem insignificant compared to those who transcend, their sheer number forms the foundation of the entire professional world and the cornerstone of this era.

Since the world is going to collapse anyway, and everyone will be doomed, we might as well unite and become a force to fight against Mr. Duan!

"receive!"

Zhou Huai gave a low shout.

The phantom of the sacred tree cast countless soft green ribbons of light, precisely piercing through the ruins and avoiding spatial rifts, enveloping all the surviving professionals and ordinary citizens of the Free Federation.

Tens of millions of survivors transformed into countless green specks of light, flying along the light bands into the Sacred Tree and being absorbed into the independent mini-world created by the Sacred Tree.

The once noisy and wailing ruins were instantly deserted.

But this is just the beginning.

Without pausing, Zhou Huai raised his hand, opened a spatial rift, and stepped into it, appearing above the Great Bear Kingdom.

Here, glaciers shattered wildly, and the icy winds and spatial turbulence tore the earth to pieces. Tens of thousands of berserkers roared in the wind and snow, but they could not stop the earth from sinking.

Zhou Huai lowered the light band again.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

All surviving professionals and citizens of the Great Bear Kingdom were taken into the Sacred Tree Space.

Next came Japan, where islands sank and seawater flooded in; then came South Korea, where skyscrapers collapsed and ruins stretched as far as the eye could see.

Ancient Egypt, the pyramids collapsed, and yellow sand filled the sky; Persia...

Zhou Huai's figure flashed across the skies above one crumbling country after another.

Green light bathed the earth wherever it passed, and all the survivors were taken away, spared from being swallowed by the collapsing world.

Finally, Zhou Huai crossed the void and appeared above the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom.

The capital city was already in complete chaos.

The streets were torn apart into isolated islands, spatial rifts spread throughout the city, and the army's rescue efforts were futile in the face of the disaster.

A blood-stained figure stood atop the city wall; it was none other than Zhao Qingcang, the Marshal of the Great Xia Dynasty.

His hands were covered in blood, from shattering the giant meteorite that was hurtling towards the civilian area.

Zhao Qingcang stared at the crumbling city and the crying people below, his eyes filled with despair.

"It can't be stopped...it's simply impossible to stop it..."

The elite forces of the Great Xia Dynasty had given their all, but in the cataclysmic destruction of the era, human strength was far too insignificant.

"Could it be that our Great Xia... is truly doomed today?"

Just then, the sky suddenly lit up with green light.

A figure clad in dark gold battle armor, leaning against a colossal tree that blots out the sky, appeared in the sky above the capital.

At the same time, Zhou Huai's calm yet powerful voice resounded over every city in Daxia, clearly reaching the ears of every survivor.

Zhao Qingcang looked up abruptly and recognized the figure above him—it was Zhou Huai, the strongest person in the Great Xia Dynasty.

The despair in his eyes instantly turned into ecstasy.

Zhou Huai's arrival means there's still a chance for this catastrophe to turn around!

Below the city gate, countless citizens and professionals of the Great Xia Dynasty looked up and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's Lord Ever-Changing Star Lord!"

"The God of a Hundred Transformations has come to our rescue!"

Zhao Qingcang took a deep breath, braving the raging spatial turbulence, and shouted into the sky:

"Zhou Huai! What exactly is going on?"

Why has the world become like this?!

In mid-air, Zhou Huai looked down at Zhao Qingcang on the city wall.

Traveling across the globe and sheltering billions of people has taken a heavy toll on his mental and physical health, yet his tone remained exceptionally firm:

"Marshal Zhao, the Ninth World is about to completely collapse."

"I don't have time to explain too much to you all."

Zhou Huai took a deep breath and glanced down.

"Next..."

"I need your help!"

The words fell.

A massive band of light descended, covering every inch of the Great Xia land and enveloping all the survivors, including Zhao Qingcang on the city wall.

"Whoosh—!"

With a flash of light, everyone in the Great Xia Dynasty was also taken into the Sacred Tree Space.

After doing all this, Zhou Huai hovered above the deserted ruins.

The Origin Tree within him burst forth with dazzling light.

The beliefs, the glimmers of life, and the power of billions of people, though individually weak, come together to form a terrifying torrent.

The power surged wildly into Zhou Huai's body through the branches of the sacred tree!

"boom--!"

Zhou Huai's dark gold battle armor erupted with a purple-gold radiance, and his aura rose steadily.

The barrier to entering the Transcendent Realm was instantly shattered by the combined force of billions of people. The surrounding space was distorted and annihilated under the terrifying pressure.

Early stage of Transcendence!

Mid-stage Transcendent Realm!

Late stage of the Transcendent Realm!

Finally, with a deafening roar that shook the void, his aura stabilized at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, just half a step away from the Dominator Realm!

Zhou Huai opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air, instantly dispersing the spatial turbulence in front of him.

Everything that could be done has been done, and all preparations are complete.

Next, it's time to go see that old friend.

He raised his right hand and slashed fiercely at the empty space in front of him.

"Tear!"

"Snap—!"

An interdimensional rift, emanating a high-dimensional aura, was forcibly torn open.

Without hesitation, Zhou Huai stepped in, his figure directly crossing endless dimensions and appearing in the core ruins of the Eighth World.

In the center of the ruins, there are collapsed ruins and turbulent energy flows everywhere.

Mr. Duan stood in the void, radiating a terrifying aura.

He was raising his hand towards Mingze, Honglian, and other SSS-level powerhouses from the old era, who had been resurrected by the power of time and were powerless to resist.

By absorbing all these people, the final missing {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} high-dimensional godhood can be completed.

Just then, a spatial rift opened up not far from Mr. Duan.

Zhou Huai stepped out of the crack and looked down at Mr. Duan, who was about to make a move.

Feeling the immense power of the peak Transcendent Realm within him, he raised his hand in greeting:

"Mr. Duan, it's been a long time."

Mr. Duan's hand suddenly froze, and he looked up sharply, staring at the figure radiating purple-gold light.

Upon seeing the newcomer's face and sensing the oppressive aura emanating from him that was no less powerful than his own, and perhaps even surpassed it, this usually composed and detached individual, who had schemed for countless eras, showed surprise for the first time:

"Zhou Huai? What are you doing here?"