Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast

In the world of Labio, the skies had been shrouded in blood-red light for an entire year. The moment that crimson glow had appeared, every natural deity, mythical creature, sage of every race, sword god, god of war, and countless others throughout the Great Thousand World received a message from the will of the world.

The end was coming.

A year later, the chosen point of descent, the Plain of Despair, had already gathered innumerable warriors of Labio. Among them, the most numerous were the Caesar Race. They were ape-like beings with dense fur, clad in armor. From the armies of eight empires and thirty-seven principalities, they had amassed forty-five billion troops.

These warriors were, for the most part, not especially powerful. Most had only reached the Second Heavenly Realm. However, with the protection of armor, weapons, and the formations led by middle- to high-level warriors within the legions, they formed the strongest military force of the entire world.

The second-largest force consisted of troll warriors, each about ten meters tall, wearing crude clothing and brandishing massive weapons. Summoned by the priests of the troll tribes, they too had gathered nearly a billion strong. Compared to the Caesars, they were fewer in number, but individually far stronger. Each troll possessed at least third-tier strength.

Beyond these two great hosts stood the other races: the Greenwing Race, lizard-bodied beings with dragonfly wings; the Tree Demons, shaped like towering trees with buds blossoming across their bodies; the Earth Giants, who carried stone pillars upon their backs; the Eaglefolk, with human faces and eagle torsos flying high in the skies; the Gray Python Race, with human heads and serpentine bodies covered in gray scales. Altogether, twenty-three such races contributed only a few hundred million warriors. However, each race possessed innate abilities unique to their kind, making them formidable despite their smaller numbers.

Among them stood their kings, every one emanating immense pressure. The sword gods, gods of war and Berserker Kings of the Caesars and trolls all exuded an aura that surpassed the mythical level.

However, the most dreadful presence was that of the world's rulers, the natural deities. Born with dominion over the eight natural principles—earth, water, fire, wood, wind, lightning, light, and darkness—they were the ancient gods of the elements themselves.

The strongest among them was wreathed in black and white, surrounded by a primordial phenomenon that faintly revealed the creation of heaven and earth, and the cycle of creation and destruction. Around each ancient god stood countless innate deities of the same elements, though embodying different branches of their laws.

Nearly a thousand demi-gods, mythical-level beings, sword gods, gods of war, dozens of chief gods, divine kings, and elemental ancient gods—all who would fight in this doomsday war were cloaked in a vast brilliance. Empowered by the world's own principles, they seemed to wear a mantle of white battle armor. Their auras surged, and their battle will burned fiercely.

Every life fighting for the world raised its head solemnly, gazing at the swelling blood-colored vortex above. On the other side of the whirlpool, a vast continent was already drawing closer.

In that crimson world loomed fourteen towering, hideous figures. Each stood thousands, even tens of thousands of kilometers tall, wrapped in blazing blood light. Some bore a dozen heads, some were formed of countless writhing insects, others had ten immense arms and three ghastly faces. Around them echoed the despairing wails of countless living beings, nightmarish and dreadful.

These horrors turned their twisted eyes upon Labio, and even the greatest of its champions shuddered under their gaze, their hearts stirred with unease. Through the distortion of space-time by the world's principles, the true essence of the Hell Apostles was projected into view.

"Are those the evil gods leading this invasion?"

"How terrifying... Just their gaze alone fills me with despair, and that's even across the crystal wall."

"Yes, they feel even stronger than the elemental ancient gods. Can we really win?"

The Hell Apostles had not yet descended, but the murderous aura that destroyed and invaded countless planes already sent waves of fear through Labio's strongest.

A figure wreathed in white flame spoke from above the heavens, its voice shaking heaven and earth with the majesty of principles. "Do not fear. These evil gods are indeed powerful, but they are few in number. We still hold the chance of victory. Do not forget, this is Labio. Once they set foot here, the world's principles will suppress them, leaving barely a tenth of their strength. There is no need for dread."

"It's the Ancient God of Originfire."

Above the Caesar Race, a god of war, thousands of meters tall, raised its battle ax and roared, "The ancient god is right! Once they enter, the world itself will suppress them. Remember this, today is the chance for our names to echo across the continent for ten thousand years. If we repel the invasion, the will of the world will reward us, raising our rank. All of you, prepare. The will of the world has spoken, the evil gods will launch their assault."

"Kill!"

"For the glory of the tribe!"

"For Labio!"

"For wine and for women!"

"Ula! Ula!"

The roars of the races thundered across the plains. Within the Caesar legions, mages began their chanting, bestowing power upon the warriors. The priests of the troll tribes bellowed, leaping into their frenzied war dances. In an instant, the fever of battle spread across the host.

At the edge of the scarlet hell, Chen Chu sat on a throne of bone, his gaze cold as he looked upon the approaching world.

Slowly, he said, "Boroedo, how long has this planar battle been prepared?"

Beside him, the mountainous body of a giant shook its head. "Not long. From the moment this plane was discovered by Strolavur, reported to Lord Alvaron, until now, it has been but half a day-cycle. Oh, right. This unit of time, the day-cycle, is said to have spread from your Griffith Eternal World."

"Only half a day-cycle?" Chen Chu nodded slowly. It seemed these planar battles spanning time and space opened far faster than imagined, not at all like traveling for a year or two across the void.

The moment the Hell Plane was about to invade, on the other side of Labio, endless streams of dark-red demonic qi began to spread and converge. In the dark-red abyssal world, countless hideous monsters gathered. One great demon god after another stood tall, each radiating terrifying auras.

However, unlike Hell, which had already drawn upon the power of the supreme planes to erode and tear open the crystal wall, the Supreme Abyss seemed to be waiting for something. While it waited in silence, the hell continent that had protruded into space finally crashed against Labio's crystal wall. At the instant of collision, a massive power erupted from Alvaron, who stood deep within space-time.

Boom!

From the depths of hell, a pair of colossal claws formed of blood stretched outward, piercing into the barrier, and tore it apart with a violent rip.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of shattering crystal rang through the void, resounding across the world of Labio.

In the eyes of the billions of warriors standing on guard, the blood-colored vortex that had spun in the heavens for a year collapsed with a roar, forming a vast black chasm that pierced through heaven and earth.

Endless blood-red light spilled through the dark passage from the other side, radiating a baleful aura.

Bathed in that glow, every warrior felt themselves suppressed. The white brilliance of the world's will that cloaked their bodies dimmed and weakened, as if it would vanish at any moment.

"Not good, the world's will is being suppressed by some evil force."

"We can't allow those evil gods to descend!"

"Strike now, seal the heavens!"

Under the radiance of hell's blood light, the deities who had planned to suppress the invaders with the world's principles all paled in horror.

"Kekekeke. The passage is finally open."

"Fools, did you think we waited for hell's descent without reason?"

"It's useless. Even if they knew that we're not restricted under hell's power and tried to plan for it, they can do nothing to stop the strength of the supreme planes."

As these words fell, among the fourteen Hell Apostles, Boroedo, who earlier had warned Chen Chu not to rush ahead, let out a thunderous roar. "Everyone, let my Earth Legion take the vanguard. Come forth!"

Boom!

Boroedo thrust both hands into the void before it and ripped it open. In an instant, a rift stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers appeared. On the other side lay another world, where millions of towering giants stood. The smallest was ten meters tall with the aura of the second tier, while the greatest were hundreds of meters high, radiating quasi-mythical pressure.

These giants, bodies like living stones, let out resounding roars the instant Boroedo opened the passage.

"For the great king of the world!"

"For the glory of the Lord of Earth and Mountains! Charge!"

"Kill!"

An endless tide of Earth Giants poured through, surging into the world passage that churned like a black vortex.

Roar!

Boroedo's true form swelled to over eighty thousand meters, a giant that reached into the heavens. With a mountain-sized stone pillar on its shoulder, it stepped into the passage, surrounded by its legion.

On the opposite side, watching the unending stream of giants spilling forth, the Caesar commander of the forward legions roared. "All legions of the Borsa and Kela Empires, advance! Form battle arrays and block those invaders. Barbira Elemental Legion, support from the rear. Tear those abominations apart!"

"Kill!"

Even Boroedo's colossal body drew the gaze of the Ancient God of Originfire, who unleashed boundless flames that shrouded the heavens, its immense might filling the world.

Boom!

In an instant, battle erupted, the roars and cries of countless beings shaking the land and sky. As the Earth Legion began its assault, the second to summon its legion was the Insect Xiao.[1] Beneath its body of roiling black smoke, countless monstrous insects surged forth. Each was several meters long, exuding a strange, vicious aura. Like a tide, they poured into the passage.

"I am calamity itself. The stage has been set. Now the kings shall appear. Will you not join me in witnessing the beautiful sight of a world's destruction?"

With sneers, laughter, and frenzied cries, the remaining eleven Hell Apostles also opened world rifts, summoning endless legions of followers.

Amid these armies, their true forms, stretching for tens of thousands of meters, revealed themselves. As they descended, the Hell Apostles appeared as world-ending evil gods, emanating auras that threatened to annihilate heaven and earth.

Thus the grand planar battle erupted in full force, its scale overwhelming. Only Chen Chu remained standing outside the world, his gaze cold and indifferent as he watched everything unfold.

1. This is a Chinese mythical being. It is somewhat like a demon or an elf. ☜