Facing the Apocalypse with My Other Selves

Perhaps, one day it will become a raging inferno.

But right now, the most important thing is still the antidote for the toxin.

Wizard Shen Yu thought for a moment and finally made his decision.

He used the Gray Mist and directly searched for the coordinates of other Planes.

And he locked onto those Planes under threat from toxins.

He'd had this idea before, but the Gray Mist would be heavily consumed.

So, after returning, Wizard Shen Yu handed the antidote straight to Mage Belial, then said to Julia, "I have coordinates for all other toxin-threatened Planes. Take the mages and collect toxin samples quickly, then hand them to me, and connect with the survivors of those Planes—everything must be finished as soon as possible!"

"Yes!" Julia's eyes lit up upon hearing about the coordinates.

Where the coordinates came from didn't need to be questioned at all.

So, the entire Magic Empire grew busy once again.

Now, with many mages gathered from other Planes, the number of mages in the Magic Empire had reached a certain scale, and due to the Demon Pattern Meditation Method, their power was rapidly increasing.

Going deep into every Plane to complete tasks wasn't all that difficult.

In just three days, Wizard Shen Yu saved over six billion people again!

This also made him speed up his steps in exploring other Planes.

Though, some worlds had Divine Punishments that were very troublesome.

For example, in some Planes, it was direct extreme heat—scorching, terrifying temperatures that didn't just kill humans, but annihilated other life as well.

Survivors were few and far between.

All of this made everyone fully recognize the cruelty of Divine Spirits.

No one dared to hold onto even a shred of hope.

However, with the help of Interstellar Civilization, even these Divine Punishments weren't unsolvable.

Worst case, move every survivor out.

Finally, when the Curse God fell for eighteen days, Wizard Shen Yu had already established contact with over sixty Planes.

But he'd only acquired three billion Gray Mist.

Especially later, some Planes seemed to have truly gone extinct; except for a handful of powerful mages, there were no other survivors whatsoever.

Though this was a long-expected scene, watching Plane after Plane be utterly destroyed, seeing endless corpses left behind, still quietly changed the entire Magic Empire and all those tasked with exploration.

From the initial fear, worry, tension, they gradually changed, and more and more anger began to show.

Wizard Shen Yu could clearly feel the hidden desire for vengeance in many people, especially those saved from the shattered Planes.

It's just that awe of the gods kept them from saying it aloud.

But it doesn't matter—as long as a seed is planted, it's enough.

"The exploration must continue," Wizard Shen Yu said. "Even if there's only one person left alive, I'll save them."

During these dozen days, interstellar world Shen Yu had already begun fighting; the Void Spirit was obviously unprepared, and Human Civilization, relying on courage and better preparedness, had made some gains.

It was only a matter of time before they retook some planets.

As for the main Shen Yu, strangely, no new meteorites had been found. This didn't reassure Shen Yu—instead, he sensed an even greater crisis brewing.

Martial Artist Shen Yu's side was still the same, just charging road fees and earning a lot of Gray Mist from both main Shen Yu and interstellar world Shen Yu.

By this measure, it was actually Wizard Shen Yu who had gained the most results.

Five hundred eighty million people.

This was now the total population integrated by Wizard Shen Yu.

And everyone was already under Wizard Shen Yu's rule, but with contact made and Divine Punishments monitored, it was only a matter of time.

And this was thanks to the Divine Oracle delivered by the gods.

Under the threat of godly extinction, Wizard Shen Yu, bearing the Godslayer title, became the sole savior for all.

However, over this half month, it's not just humanity's rage that kept burning—the gods felt the same.

This was a grand hall beyond measure, located in a special Plane. Here, all Divine Spirits were filled with immense Divine Power.

Because this was the Origin Plane of the world.

The birthplace of the gods.

Even most other Planes split off from the Origin Plane.

And here, too, was the only place the gods ever gathered en masse.

For tens of thousands of years, countless banquets for the gods had been held here, only the most devoted believers qualified to be brought here to serve the gods, and many churches wrote about it in their scriptures.

—The Hall of the Gods, the summit of countless Planes, the sky's limit, earth's origin...

All manner of praise and adoration converged at this place, as if it were heaven itself, where all conceivable beauty reached its peak.

Yet at this moment, the atmosphere in the Hall of the Gods was extremely oppressive.

Eleven of the strongest Divine Spirits stood at the very top of the grand hall, their bodies massive, radiating with overwhelming Divine Power.

Among all the gods, they were revered as the Main Gods.

Hundreds of other Divine Spirits were also ranked and split into three clear layers.

Upper Rank, Middle Rank, and Lower Rank.

This was something mortals in most Planes did not know.

But among the gods, hierarchy was just as strict.

For example, at this moment, Lower Gods as weak as the God of Disease could only stand in the corners of the grand hall, not even qualified to speak.

"Everyone," said a Main God clad in crackling thunder, breaking the oppressive silence, "Out of a total of 127 Planes, the mortals have been mostly cleared. The rest have gathered under the control of the Trial Takers from the All Heavens Divine Court—totals six billion people. What do you think?"

"Too many," said another Divine Spirit shining like the Great Sun, speaking slowly, "The remainder are far too many; we must wipe them out completely."

"Indeed," the other gods responded one after another.

But after this round of agreement, the top of the hall fell silent once more.

To eradicate these people, they'd have to face that Trial Taker from the All Heavens Divine Court.

This was a trivial matter, but the reason the gods were all gathered here.

For the past ten-odd days, all Divine Spirits lived with feelings they'd never known before.

Terror, confusion, worry...

Such emotions hadn't appeared once in all the tens of thousands of years since their birth.

Born as gods, born to look down upon all things—every living being.

Except for other gods, everything in the world was nothing but ants.

But at the moment the All Heavens Divine Court appeared, such perceptions were shattered—abruptly, violently!

Beyond the world, there is another world, and even stronger gods!

At first they didn't believe it, but that day, voices from gods outside the world rang in every god's mind—even the greatest Main God couldn't do that!

This fear of the unknown enveloped all the gods.

Yet they had their reasons to annihilate humanity.

"If it were just the mortals of one Plane, we could spare them," Thunder God's voice sounded again, looking around, each word accompanied by thunderous rumbling, "But more than six billion—that's too much!"

"Agreed."

The other Divine Spirits chimed in as well, more agitated than before.

"This is our world!"

"All Heavens Divine Court won't even send one Divine Spirit—just a mere mortal!"

"A mere mortal dares to defy our will."

"How dare they treat us gods as fodder for some mortal's trial!"

"Such blasphemy cannot be tolerated!"

"..."

The rage of the gods was undeniably real.

No matter how you looked at it, this so-called All Heavens Divine Court's actions were pure, utter humiliation and contempt for them.

Even if the Court's power was truly that great, this humiliation exceeded what the gods could bear.

No one had ever felt such a thing since their birth.