Chapter 747: This Era of Great Prosperity

In the starry sky, everyone was speculating and discussing who could have committed such an earth-shattering act.

Immediately, suspicions fell on the top ten powers. Only they possessed such strength and motive, and their swift, decisive deployment was remarkable.

The faces of the top ten leaders darkened. While some of them were indeed on their way to act, and many desired to, this particular incident was genuinely not their doing, making them feel greatly wronged.

"To avoid being wrongly accused, we must... accelerate our efforts and quickly capture the Ancestral City of the Skygod Race, or else this baseless accusation will stick!" someone from the top ten declared.

"Quick, activate the super wormhole! Go straight to Skygod Star and secure the Skygod Breathing Technique!"

The top ten powers moved with lightning speed. At their level, enduring through ages and standing above all other races, their actions inherently carried a scent of blood.

Among them, rogue cultivators and experts from other races were also on the move, all hoping to get a share of the spoils.

For example, An Sheng, who had been frustrated on Earth and deterred by the Other Shore Flower, now found himself near Skygod Star, muttering, "The meaning of life lies in discovery and verification. For this, I have come to this planet to explore and verify the Skygod Breathing Technique. As for poetry and distant lands, to hell with them!"

Suddenly, the situation became turbulent, and the Skygod Race once again became a hotbed of conflict, with a multitude of experts converging there.

Some wanted to uncover the truth and identify the culprits, but before they could even get close, they heard massive explosions and the roar of ultimate weapons bombarding the Skygod Ancestral City!

Moreover, experts at the Celestial Reflection level were making their presence felt, dominating Skygod Star.

The outside world was immediately shocked and horrified.

"Who did this? The top ten haven't even finished their looting, and it's happening again?"

"No, that's not right. The top ten must be operating in waves. Some just left, and now others are arriving, striking in batches."

Some people speculated.

Uncle Ming stood before the camera, first clearing his throat, then adjusting his appearance, preparing to speak. He maintained a very solemn and serious demeanor.

However, at that very moment, an explosive piece of news spread across the starry sky: someone was livestreaming to the public.

It was a man wearing a demonic mask, holding a press conference on a platform owned by the Black Blood Gladiatorial Arena. The event was grand and attracted countless viewers.

"I hereby announce that our Fallen Angel organization takes responsibility for this incident," he declared. "We solemnly inform everyone that the Skygod Race, Xilin Race, Spirit Race, Netherworld Race, and Machine Race were all massacred by us to teach them a lesson about their ignorance and arrogance. This is our official statement."

"What? Oh my goodness!" On Earth, Chu Feng was dumbfounded.

As for Uncle Ming, he had just cleared his throat and posed for the camera, ready to deliver a world-shattering statement, only to be scooped?!

"Damn it..." In this situation, Uncle Ming was utterly flustered. Where did this "Fallen Angel organization" come from, claiming responsibility for the incident?!

Uncle Ming wanted to curse. He had never seen anyone like this, claiming credit for such a terrifying massacre, actively scrambling for it? He was bewildered, then truly wanted to shout, "Who? Come out!"

In the starry sky, many people were stunned into silence. Someone actually stepped forward to claim responsibility, which truly left everyone speechless and dumbfounded.

"Who exactly are they?" Many people inquired amongst themselves, as they knew nothing about this organization and had never heard of it.

However, when a group of older generation figures were alerted, they gasped, deeply shaken, for they knew and had heard of it in their youth.

"This is an ancient assassin organization, once as famous as 'Stab the Firmament'," an ancient saint who had survived since antiquity stated. "However, it lost out in competition with Stab the Firmament, eventually declined, and was almost wiped out. To think it has re-emerged!"

The Fallen Angel organization actually had such a significant background!

Uncle Ming was displeased. Impersonating even something like this left him speechless.

In fact, even the Cosmic Black Market and the group of old saints who had escaped from the Cosmic Black Prison were quite speechless; they had never encountered anyone like this.

Soon after, someone revealed that it was impossible for the Fallen Angel organization to have done this. They pointed out that the organization specialized in assassination techniques and was not strong enough for direct confrontation or large-scale combat.

Furthermore, if they possessed the power to decimate the Skygod Race, they would not have been defeated by Stab the Firmament in ancient times.

What's more, major powerful races like the Netherworld Race (second only to the Skygod Race), along with the Xilin Race, Spirit Race, and Machine Race, were simply beyond what the Fallen Angels could contend with.

Then, the world erupted in an uproar. People were left speechless; the flaw in the claim was so obvious. This Fallen Angel organization was truly peculiar.

While such a horrific achievement was indeed formidable, it was hardly something to boast about, yet they eagerly rushed to claim credit, causing people to roll their eyes.

However, people soon understood: the Fallen Angel organization wanted to expand its influence. They aimed to resume their old profession, taking on assassination missions, and needed to establish their reputation this way.

Consequently, a group of people debunked their claim, unanimously agreeing that it wasn't their doing, and much evidence was presented to support this.

Soon, the victims appeared. Some visited the Spirit Race and Machine Race to investigate and uncover the truth.

When some victims were brought before the cameras, they immediately began to curse and roar, their eyes bloodshot, clearly driven to madness.

At this point, Uncle Ming finally made his appearance. Before being exposed by others, he directly held a press conference, using the Primeval Beast platform to announce to the entire universe.

Earth was naturally the focus of universal attention; any minor disturbance would be excessively interpreted by the outside world, requiring a serious approach.

This was because four Celestial Reflection-level experts resided there, having just achieved a shocking victory across the stellar sea. They were now considered semi-top-ten powers, so who wouldn't pay attention?!

For a while, no one paid attention to the victims' livestreams, mainly because the victims themselves seemed demon-possessed, their eyes blood-red, and their mouths full of curses.

At this moment, Uncle Ming, with an air of profound compassion, spoke in a solemn tone: "We express our condolences to the deceased and our deep sympathy and regret for this incident. This sorrowful day is one that every one of us should remember. I propose that today be designated as a day of remembrance, to honor the victims every year hereafter."

Throughout the cosmos, various races were utterly bewildered and stunned, unable to comprehend.

The Skygod Race, Spirit Race, and Xilin Race were all mortal enemies of Earth, yet he was offering condolences and proposing to establish today as a memorial day. Was he trying to stir up trouble?

Uncle Ming continued, saying, "At the same time, I must warn everyone here, especially our fellow cultivators from the Skygod Race and other races: behave yourselves and do not be too arrogant, or else tragedies will recur. Take this as a warning! Finally, we take responsibility for this incident."

Then, he stepped down, concluding the press conference briefly and low-key.

The starry sky immediately fell silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded, standing petrified. A 'mourning and memorial press conference'? This was clearly... a celebration, combined with a provocation.

Subsequently, the starry sky erupted as if it had exploded. There was an uproar within every race, evolvers were in a frenzy, and platforms like Primeval Beast and Black Blood were in chaos.

All races were greatly shocked and could hardly believe that the once-declining Earth could be so defying of natural order, actually managing to decimate the Skygod Race, Spirit Race, Xilin Race, and others.

If this were true, their ranking would surely skyrocket. Even a Chaos Demon God couldn't stop them from entering the top ten; this was a heaven-defying achievement!

"The victims have spoken, cursing with blood tears, saying that Chang Ming led the deed, swearing to pull out his tendons, flay his skin, extract his marrow, and never let him off!"

Finally, it was confirmed by the victims that Uncle Ming had indeed led the attack, shaking the entire universe.

"Chang Ming, I challenge you to a decisive battle! If you have the guts, come fight to the death in the starry sky! I will smash you to pieces!" A top-tier saint from the Spirit Race, disheveled, half his body covered in blood, with a bloodied hole in his forehead, roared. He had clearly barely escaped death and hated Uncle Ming intensely.

Given the circumstances, everyone knew there was no denying it; it was definitively confirmed that Uncle Ming had led the group.

Many evolvers felt a chill run down their spines. How immense was Earth's power? According to the victims, it was carried out by a group of old saints, a considerable number of whom wore ghost-face masks, concealing their true appearances.

Only a small fraction of them showed their true faces; most were former cosmic prisoners who had recently escaped from the Cosmic Black Prison.

At this moment, not only was the universe in shock, but some on Earth, such as the evolvers from Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, were so shaken they almost had out-of-body experiences. Event after event sent shivers down their spines, terrifying them to their core, almost to the point of losing their souls.

Without a doubt, their psychological trauma was now immense. They felt as if the end of the world had arrived, despairing, unsure when Demon King Chu would come knocking, and heaven knew what fate awaited them.

On Earth, Chu Feng stepped before the camera, following in Uncle Ming's footsteps, and once again proposed that today be designated as a day of suffering, worthy of remembrance and a warning for all races.

"Ah..." Beyond Earth, the affected races felt their lungs would explode and their livers shatter. It was unbearable; for them, this was a day of humiliation.

Clearly, both Uncle Ming and Chu Feng were openly mocking them, rubbing salt into their wounds.

"Everyone, I call upon all powerful beings across the heavens to unite and suppress Earth!" an old monster from the starry sky suddenly declared, clearly siding with the victims. "They have no bottom line and seek to challenge cosmic order. Since the ancient war, the world order has been established and cannot be defied!"

The old monster from the Netherworld Race immediately responded, solemnly stating that the current cosmic structure was set, and no one could challenge the established order; all must comply. If Earth wished to rise, it must do so within the existing framework.

"Go to hell, Moo!" The Big Black Ox directly retorted into the camera.

Currently, Earth's broadcast was livestreaming to the entire universe, drawing global attention. Standing there, one could openly challenge the entire starry sky.

Because Earth was now powerful enough, all parties were closely monitoring the situation.

Chu Feng scoffed, saying, "If you're not convinced, then fight! Come to Earth, we're waiting for you!"

With four Celestial Reflection-level figures present, no one foolish enough to take the lead dared to act recklessly. After all, Earth still harbored purgatory, and no one could truly destroy this place.

"Today, I'm feeling particularly poetic and ready to sing for you all. Welcome to Earth," Ouyang Toad announced, then began to sing: "Earth welcomes you, opening up the world for you. Its flowing charm is full of vitality..."

Damn it!

In the starry sky, a group of people exploded in fury. They truly wanted to charge towards Earth. This was too infuriating! It was an open challenge to the entire universe, even singing to welcome everyone to Earth for a challenge.

But upon careful consideration, who would dare?

Currently, Earth possessed four great powers, along with the group of old saints who returned with Uncle Ming. Their strength was simply overwhelming. Coupled with Yaoyao, who dared to wipe out all her peers by herself, and the newly risen Demon King Chu, the situation was incredibly favorable, with limitless development potential.

At this time, in front of Mount Zijin, the Saint Teacher personally took action, grinding the rotten tree root. Although it was an immortal medicine, it looked moldy, and no one was sure if it still had medicinal properties.

"It is a supreme treasure medicine," the Saint Teacher declared. "This substance acts upon obsessions and souls; it is a divine object not meant for the physical body, truly defying the heavens!"

The Saint Teacher's evaluation immediately dispelled everyone's doubts.

Yaoyao was decisive, pouring the powder directly into her mouth!

Concurrently, the rating agencies under Omniscient Wormhole Company and Black Blood Gladiatorial Arena publicly announced that they were conducting the most rigorous assessment and would soon release a report determining the ultimate rankings of the Earth, Skygod, and Netherworld races, among others!

The world was astonished, and all races were shaken. People realized that the final results of the major power reshuffle were about to be revealed.

"Who would have thought that Earth would rise so quickly? Chang Ming has brought a group of saints to Earth, and after being tested by the Saint Teacher, suitable individuals can reside there permanently. From now on, this planet is destined for great prosperity!"

Some people sighed, clearly realizing that no one could stop this planet's rise; it was destined to flourish and prosper in this era!

"You outer-domain bastards, if any of you are unconvinced, come! A decisive battle at the summit of the Heavenly Vine on Mount Kunlun, a fight among equals. Old Ox here can take on ten of you!"

The Big Black Ox issued a challenge. Having become the Tribulation-Free Ox Demon God Body, his fighting spirit was high. With Earth's recovery and newfound confidence to face powerful cosmic races, he also desired to challenge opponents from all sides.

"Grandpa Ouyang here can take on a hundred of you! Yes, I'm talking about you, the Netherworld Race, Spirit Race, Skygod Race, and others. If you have the guts, come over, and I'll beat you all into submission!"

Such declarations made their adversaries gnash their teeth.

However, one person was even more enraged: on that very day, Ancient Saint Juntuo, furious with shame, filed a complaint with the Cosmic Celebrity Protection Association, demanding severe punishment for Earth's several "evildoers."