Paragon of Sin

Chapter 1973 Chapter 1965: One Against All (3)

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The weight of knees hitting the ground echoed throughout all zones as despair, fear, and hopelessness seeped into hearts, minds, and bodies, creating a heaviness on par with mountains. Even breathing was difficult for some. A single word swept across minds with relentless fervor and consistency: "How?"

When only two Globes of Creation stood opposite each other, representing 2,999 zones versus a single zone, the latter was undeniably bigger and brighter. It overwhelmed the efforts, struggles, and willpower imbued within its smaller opponent.

The first stage of the Declaration Phase was concluded after eighteen or so hours. All eyes watched as the larger Globe of Creation soared across the sky, slamming toward the smaller Globe of Creation. The epic resistance from the defenders' initial effort was nonexistent. The larger Globe of Creation squashed it entirely. The conflict lasted only seven seconds as the smaller Globe of Creation was sheared away into nothingness, and while the larger Globe of Creation had gotten smaller, it was still as oppressively present in the sky.

All 2,999 Towers of Gaia trembled as cracks began to form on their outer layer. The screeching of their forms under unbearable pressure was as loud as the cries of an entire world. The Towers of Gaia joined together to handle the initial assault. However, it wasn't enough.

There was once a great kingdom on a large planet. The great Kingdom's army numbered over two million soldiers. They were powerfully built, true powerhouses of a planet. During their totalitarian reign, a member of royalty killed a Disciple of a Sect out of a petty conflict. It was only a single life, and the sect had only ten thousand members.

But a sect consisted only of cultivators, and the disciple was an Elder's descendant. This elder was beloved by all within the sect, seen as a teacher to all, and he had only a single descendant from his late partner. When word reached the sect, they sent only a single message to the kingdom that arrived in the morning, marked only by their sect's insignia. A letter with a word etched in fresh blood.

"Death."

The next morning of receiving the message, ten thousand cultivators took to the skies with unstoppable momentum fueled by unbridled anger and hatred. All ten thousand stayed outside the border waiting. Just waiting. Their cultivation bases pulsed outwards with threat. The highest amongst them were two stages beyond anyone in the Kingdom.

The kingdom panicked. They sought communication. They sought answers. They sought so many things. Unfortunately for them, they received silence and patience. There was no discussion. There was no negotiation. There was no opportunity to beg for mercy or rectify their mistake.

So they raided their army of two million. They gathered forces from outside, hurried them over using Void Gates, and established their greatest strength to defend against their enemy. The member of royalty in question was to be put to death, but upon the lack of communication, they were kept alive as a bargaining chip.

The day all forces arrived, primed to resist the ten thousand, the planet learned the ferocity of seats, the brutality by which sects can unleash. Every last member of the sect brought out their greatest weapons and rushed forward against a readied kingdom. A grand battle was not what unfolded that day.

The ten thousand were eradicated that day...

The member of royalty later became a great monarch remembered for ten thousand years.

That day, the world learned that...cultivation was phenomenal, but numbers were equally, if not more important, in war. While a World Emperor of Mysticism might be able to slaughter ten thousand Highlords of Mysticism, if they worked together in perfect balance, coordination, and with singular will, the World Emperor could die.

Ants can take down a tree. The only question wa the number required, not the size.

This principle was well understood in the logic of war, especially among cultivators. The arrogant and overconfident were often left as corpses fertilizing the future generations from premature demise.

Today, that belief that was established so firmly in the hearts of everyone...shattered into dust.

A single man clashed with 2,999 zones who worked in perfect balance, coordination, and a singular will.

And the end result...

"How?"

As the Creation Value of the lone remaining Globe of Creation remained, the Towers of Gaia teetered on the edge of destruction. Looming above their heads, waves of shifting chaos glided about in warning. Fortunately, the battle was not determined so soon. The chaos will not descend just yet.

However, the sight heralded the warning of their potential demise. How could they not be distraught and frenzied? Some tried to depart, but the Tower of Gaia was the mechanism by which they could return to their homes. They were now occupied by the war. As countless souls watched the closed doors of the tower, often covered in cracks or pulsating with tyrannical power, they felt their throats seized by horror.

Some screamed.

Others shrieked.

A few cursed.

"Should we...surrender?" A thought was born, given form in a single voice of a single man here, or a woman there, or something else entirely somewhere else. No matter what or who they were, how could they not think about defeat amidst great challenges? Especially when it seemed insurmountable.

Inquisitions were sent to Entry Moderators and other Moderators, yet they only received impassive responses. The only concrete information that they received was regarding the legitimacy of that harrowing Creation Value looking down upon them in ridicule.

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 25,437,009.

"No! We have to fight!"

A blazing voice erupted. Where defeatism exists, so do those who could rally individuals to their cause, to push them beyond their limits, and generate belief where most couldn't. They were often regarded as heroes in stories.

And so, they rallied.

They cried out in hope.

And as one would expect, countless answered.

The Skirmish Phase existed. They could still resist! Unlike the Declaration Phase, they can whittle down the Creation Value of their enemies by strategically fighting them via challenge. In the Battlefield of Order, these battles were Swift Dao Clashes of equal form. They had an advantage! They had numbers!

In the Skirmish Phase, the Soldiers of Order would work in tandem to issue out challenges as individuals or groups, these would be consistent with the grade set. In this case: Dao grade. To start, the Soldiers of Order would select a product, tool, scripture, or anything within the Creationist framework to either create or improve upon, and then their enemy would be given an equivalent item alongside their profession at random.

Typically, deployment would be a stage. This would incorporate tactics, hidden or overt techniques, overwhelm smaller parties with larger parties, tackle larger parties with those of greater skill, and this game would go on until a total of nine days, OR until over 50% of the skirmishes were lost. Each victory would negatively affect the enemy's Creation Value while simultaneously improving your own.

While they couldn't infinitely issue challenges, they didn't need to! THEY HAD NUMBERS! And their enemy? He was only a single person! Nine days? Facing millions upon millions of skirmishes? IMPOSSIBLE!

They could whittle down that gargantuan Creation Value through this ant horde tactic, succeeding in their creation, and upon doing so, they could gain an advantage even in Creation Value!

'Let's take down the tree!'

Of course, the question as to who this person was lingered in everyone's minds, but with their very lives on the line, how could they care about something like that?!

Wei Wuyin looked at the glossy-eyed woman beneath him, her heaving mountains of softness worthy of worship kneaded by his hands, whose breathy moans could incite any hot-blooded man, and could feel her reach her third apex of bodily excitement.

After she cooled, her eyes glinted alluringly with insatiable desire. "A...again?"

Wei Wuyin grinned.

From time to time, a single man would leave the Original Dawn Palace that was under observation by every force within the Lower Tectonic Zone, but all would-be visitors were denied entry without exception. They could only see the unearthly profile of Wei Wuyin from time to time as he left to enter his Globe of Creation.

This was a necessary activity as he had to answer skirmishes. But after an hour or so, he would depart, returning to his Original Dawn Palace. This happened eighteen times in three days.

Three days later.

"No..."

Eyes wide, mouths open, and hearts heavy, all focused their attention on a single Globe of Creation that was larger

than before.

[Grade]: Dao.

[Creation Value]: 41,909,909.