After that decisive confrontation, the enthusiasm of the Three Major Groups toward developing the Nebula World cooled almost overnight.
Although their Universe Exalts continued to enter the secret realm, their pace slowed drastically. Caution replaced greed. Exploration routes became shorter, movements more conservative, and cooperation tighter. Yet none of this changed the fundamental reality.
The Human Race had already made its decision.
The Nebula World would not be shared.
Any Universe Exalt not belonging to the Human Race's Great Alliance, once detected within the Nebula World, would immediately be marked by the Virtual Universe system. Human Universe Exalts would then be dispatched in coordinated teams, surrounding and eradicating them with ruthless efficiency.
Caution, in the face of absolute territorial control, meant nothing.
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Over the next hundred years, the Nebula World gradually transformed into a vast grinding field of blood and fire.
Alien race Universe Exalts perished one after another.
The Human Race held an overwhelming home-field advantage. With complete star maps, layered detection networks, and instantaneous coordination through the Virtual Universe, any anomaly was quickly isolated. Even when an alien Universe Exalt displayed strength far exceeding expectations, the Human Race would immediately reinforce the battlefield, ensuring numerical and tactical superiority.
Losses were minimized wherever possible.
Yet war was still war.
Even with such overwhelming advantages, deaths were inevitable. Some fell due to momentary carelessness, others due to unpredictable spatial anomalies, and a few because they chose to burn their god power recklessly in a desperate gamble.
No one was immune.
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On the deck of the Feiyuan Divine Boat, time and space suddenly began to flow backward.
Scenes rewound rapidly—battlefields dissolving, shattered voids restoring themselves, fallen figures standing once more. In just moments, the environment returned to the instant when the Human Race's Universe Exalt army had first assembled on the deck, listening to Bai Yue's address before entering the Nebula World.
Bai Yue's consciousness swept across the scene.
He locked onto seventy-three specific Universe Exalts.
The moment his will stabilized, the reversed timeline snapped back into the present. All other images vanished like mist, leaving only those seventy-three figures standing on the deck.
Realization dawned almost instantly.
"We… were resurrected?"
"Lord of Hunyuan reversed time!"
Gratitude flooded their expressions as they knelt in unison.
"Thank you, Lord of Hunyuan!"
Bai Yue waved his hand lightly.
"You perished for the Human Race. Resurrecting you is only right. Go—the battle is not over yet."
The resurrected Universe Exalts departed without hesitation, their figures vanishing into the void.
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Originally, when merely developing a secret realm, the Human Race would share the resurrection cost with the fallen individual. But once the decision had been made to fully occupy the Nebula World, Bai Yue made a different choice.
Any Universe Exalt who died in this war—for the Human Race—would be resurrected for free.
Even their original treasures, so long as they had not fallen into alien hands, would be returned intact.
With the current scale of Bai Yue's Nine Nether Sea avatar, the backlash from reversing time and resurrecting Universe Exalts was negligible.
Resurrection was not determined by strength, but by divine body size.
The larger the god body, the greater the burden it could endure.
Only extraordinary beings—World Trees, Mountain Giants, or existence with similarly monstrous foundations—could resurrect large numbers without permanent damage.
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The scene did not go unnoticed.
In the distant void, Lord Meng Wan's furious roar echoed.
"This Hun Yuan is insane! Resurrecting so many Universe Exalts openly—doesn't he fear we'll strike while his god body is weakened?"
Lord Bilong's voice followed, colder and more restrained.
"It is weakened… but only momentarily. His recovery speed is abnormal."
Silence followed.
"How many losses on your side?" Lord Moyuan asked eventually.
Lord Bilong's tone darkened.
"More than two hundred Universe Exalts from our race. Over seventeen hundred from affiliated races. They've all withdrawn. No one is willing to enter the Nebula World anymore."
The Automaton Race's situation was no better.
"Nearly two hundred of ours have perished," Lord Moyuan said heavily. "Including Leishen Star Master. Over two thousand from affiliated races."
The numbers were staggering.
Even for peak races, such losses were unbearable.
Resurrecting their own Universe Exalts alone was already a heavy burden. Adding affiliated races would fracture alliances and drain resources beyond endurance.
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Any thought of retaliation was extinguished by news from the Universe Sea.
The Great Axe Founder had confronted the First True Master of the God Eye Clan within Flowing Heavy Mountain.
The result was decisive.
Victory belonged to the Human Race.
That single battle silenced countless ambitions.
Combined with Bai Yue's revealed strength—multiple avatars, each capable of sixth-tier combat—no united action by the Three Major Groups could guarantee success.
The conclusion was inevitable.
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"Lord of Hunyuan," Lord Moyuan said through gritted restraint, "the Automaton Race will withdraw from this secret realm. We will no longer contend."
Bai Yue nodded and released the pressure of his Domain.
"A wise choice."
He then turned his gaze to the other two Universe Lords.
After a brief pause, both gave their assent.
With the Domain withdrawn, the palace treasures of the three races departed, vanishing into the Nebula World and then beyond.
The Nebula World fell silent.
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Cheers erupted within the Virtual Universe.
"This is exhilarating!"
"Free resurrection, treasures, absolute support—where else could we find such a commander?"
"Lord of Hunyuan is truly magnanimous!"
Some Universe Exalts even expressed regret that the conflict had ended so soon. During battle, Bai Yue had provided abundant god-power restoration treasures. With peace restored, such benefits would inevitably decrease.
Bai Yue only smiled.
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With the Nebula World secured, his attention shifted elsewhere.
Gan Wu Country Lord.
No—now, Lord Ganwu.
After more than ten million years of cultivation within Bai Yue's origin space, Gan Wu had finally completed his transformation. Time Law fully comprehended. A Universe Lord–level ultimate technique perfected.
His ascension was complete.
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At the highest point of Leiting Island, within the Virtual Universe, an ancient stone table stood surrounded by flowing energy. Seven massive stone chairs encircled it, their backs carved with countless scenes.
Bai Yue noticed new carvings on his own seat—battles, suppressions, confrontations.
"They move fast," he remarked.
Primordial Chaos City Lord laughed. "Naturally. You are now the undisputed number one Universe Lord of the Primordial Universe."
He gestured to an empty chair beside Bai Yue.
"Dry Witch. Sit."
Gan Wu—now Lord Ganwu—took his seat, emotions churning.
"Teacher," he said respectfully.
"You are the nineteenth Universe Lord of our Human Race," Primordial Chaos City Lord said calmly.
Gan Wu was stunned.
"Nineteenth?"
Bai Yue explained, revealing long-hidden truths of the Human Race's strength.
Realization dawned slowly.
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As the remaining Universe Lords arrived, introductions followed.
Old comrades reunited.
Paths long diverged converged once more.
And within that ancient hall, a new era quietly took shape—one defined not by survival, but by dominance.
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