[High God Source]

[Grade]: High God-level

[Type]: Special Consumable / Universal Material

[Effects]:

Source Strike: Can directly consume the High God Source to deal source damage to High God-level powerhouses, weakening their Cosmic Imprint and preventing them from reviving through their Cosmic Imprint.

Source Forging: Can be used as a core material to forge High God-level items, equipment, or weapons.

Source Advancement: Can replace Divine Class Points to break through High God-level bottlenecks or increase the level of High God-level skills.

Source Conversion: Can be converted into any attribute points, Divine Class Points, or Divinity Essence at a ratio of 1:10,000.

[Description]: The source essence condensed after the fall of a High God. It contains the law comprehension and Cosmic Imprint power refined by a High God-level powerhouse over their entire lifetime.

This item is extremely rare. Only by completely erasing a High God’s Cosmic Imprint can it condense at the place of their fall.

The one who possesses this item is equivalent to holding a true blade capable of killing High Gods.

After reading the panel, a trace of pleasant surprise flashed through John’s eyes.

"High God Source... It’s actually something this good!"

With this item, killing High God-level powerhouses in the future would become much easier.

Whether used to directly attack a High God’s Cosmic Imprint or to forge High God-level equipment, this High God Source could be called a priceless treasure.

However, John did not become arrogant because of this.

He understood very clearly that the reason he had been able to kill this peak High God of the demon race this time was entirely because the World Balance Decree had forcibly pulled the enemy’s level down to the same level as his own.

Without that decree, if he truly faced a peak High God in his prime, it would absolutely not have been so easy.

In fact...

Whether he could even survive would be unknown.

John carefully put away the High God Source, his expression still calm.

However, the myriad-race powerhouses watching from the sidelines had already been completely dumbfounded.

The entire void of the demon realm where the battle was being observed fell into deathly silence.

Then...

"He really killed him... He really killed a peak High God!"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could a High God-level powerhouse die at the hands of a human?"

"That was an existence bound to a Cosmic Imprint! An undying and indestructible High God!"

"John... He actually really did it. He challenged the entire demon realm alone!"

"He has not reached High God level, yet he can kill a peak High God... This man has the bearing of a future god!"

An elderly Warshaper powerhouse let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with regret.

"If this John were not our enemy... If he had been born among my Warshapers... this old man would definitely take him as a disciple personally."

However, his sigh was quickly interrupted by a demon race powerhouse beside him.

"Stop dreaming! That John is the mortal enemy of the myriad races! The stronger he is, the more dangerous we become!"

The elderly Warshaper gave a bitter smile and said nothing more.

But his gaze never left the young figure in the void.

A mere Level 450, yet he could slaughter High Gods like dogs.

If someone like this was truly allowed to grow...

Across the heavens and myriad worlds, who could possibly stop him?

The instant the demon race High God fell, the entire demon realm began to tremble.

The sky suddenly darkened. The firmament, which had originally burned with dark-purple Hellfire, looked as if it had been drenched in thick blood. Crimson clouds surged in from all directions, covering more than half of the demon realm.

Immediately afterward, a torrential rain of blood poured down.

The rainwater was dark red. When it fell onto the cracked ground of the demon realm, it hissed sharply and steamed up wisps of crimson mist.

Countless demon race civilians raised their heads and looked at the blood rain, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

When a High God fell, heaven and earth mourned with him.

This was the final farewell of the laws of the universe to a High God-level powerhouse.

That demon race High God had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years. During that time, he had absorbed countless portions of the demon realm’s fortune and the demon race’s racial fortune. He had long since become deeply bound to this world.

Now that he had died, the fortune he had absorbed into his body scattered back into heaven and earth, triggering this world-shaking phenomenon.

Amid the rain of blood, within the Demon Emperor Palace in the deepest part of the demon realm—

Sarachi, the patriarch of the demon race, suddenly stood up from his throne. The ancient demonic pattern that stretched across half his face was throbbing wildly.

"This aura... It’s Balor!"

Sarachi’s voice was trembling.

"Balor has fallen!"

Balor was one of the few peak High Gods of the demon race.

His lifespan was nearing its end, so Sarachi had arranged for him to carry out the mission of destroying the human plane. He had originally thought that even if the mission failed, a peak High God would still be able to retreat safely.

But now!!!

His life imprint had completely vanished from the universe.

"John... You dare kill a High God of my demon race!"

Sarachi’s roar exploded like thunder, and the entire Demon Emperor Palace shook violently under his fury.

"That was a peak powerhouse my demon race painstakingly cultivated! Tens of thousands of years of cultivation, countless resources, all destroyed by one human!"

He took a deep breath, and an order instantly spread to every corner of the demon realm through mana transmission.

"All demon race High Gods, heed my order!"

"Human John has attacked my demon realm and killed Balor, my peak High God! We have no path of retreat. There is only battle!"

"All of you, attack with me! We must suppress John in the demon realm! We cannot let him leave alive!!! And we absolutely cannot let the other myriad races laugh at my demon race!"

The moment the transmission ended, responses rang out one after another from all across the demon realm.

"We swear to defend the dignity of the demon race to the death!"

"A mere human dares act wantonly in the demon realm! He must pay the price in blood!"

"If John leaves the demon realm alive today, how will our demon race have any face left among the myriad races?"

The auras of countless High God-level powerhouses rose from every part of the demon realm like pillars supporting the heavens, stirring the entire firmament.

...

On the other side.

John had just put the High God Source into his backpack when he sensed the surrounding void begin to fluctuate violently.

He slowly raised his head.

Before him, countless rays of light lit up at the same time.

The light was so dense that it was like a galaxy pouring down, illuminating the entire sky as brightly as day.

After the light faded, dense figures of demon race powerhouses were revealed.

There were several hundred of them.

Every figure radiated terrifying pressure far beyond the Demigod Limit. Even though the World Balance Decree had forcibly suppressed them to the same level as John, their High God-level physical body strength still caused the surrounding void to tremble constantly.

These demon race High Gods surrounded John from all sides, their eyes filled with bone-deep hatred.

"John! You killed a peak High God of my demon race! Today, you must die!"

"You dare charge into my demon realm alone? Do you truly think there is no one left in the demon race?"

"There’s no need for more words. Attack together and grind him into powder!"

Facing the encirclement of several hundred High God-level powerhouses, John remained expressionless.

He did not even say another word.

"Clones."

John decisively activated his clone talent!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

Five figures identical to John appeared beside him at the same time.