In the depths of the Netherworld, Silt’s jade-like skeletal body suddenly rose from the throne. Ghostly light danced wildly within his hollow eye sockets as he grabbed the undead demigod beside him and roared,

"Quick, quick, quick! Shut down every spatial passage between the Netherworld and the demon realm! Set up barriers! A million layers! No, ten million layers! We absolutely cannot let that John step into my Netherworld!"

Inside the Divine Race Ancestral Temple, Elder Grier’s face was ashen as he shouted in a low voice,

"Destroy every plane passage connected to the demon realm! All Saint-level powerhouses, move out and seal the world barrier!"

Within the Warshaper council hall, Shijing smashed the stone table before him with one punch.

"What about the passages? Have all those teleportation arrays been sealed?"

"S-Sealed, my lord... All passages below demigod grade have already been completely sealed..."

"Not enough! Have High God-level powerhouses personally seal them! I refuse to believe John can tear open a world barrier personally laid down by a High God!"

The beast realm, dragon realm, titan realm, elemental realm...

The myriad races were thrown into chaos. High God-level powerhouses from every race poured out in full force, frantically sealing the spatial passages between their respective planes and the demon realm.

Some races directly activated forbidden arrays and shattered entire stretches of void, all for the sake of completely cutting off every possible path John might use.

"We absolutely cannot let him come knocking at our doors!"

"You all saw what happened to the demon race. Several hundred High God-level powerhouses, all gone!"

"Who knows if he still has more of those damned items?"

"Seal them! Seal everything!"

Those myriad-race big shots who usually stood high above others and viewed humans as ants were now like frightened birds, scrambling to sever their connections with the demon realm. They feared that if they were even one step too slow, that man would follow the passage straight to their doorstep.

...

The demon realm.

John’s figure flashed and vanished from where he stood, heading off to hunt down the fleeing demigod-grade demon race powerhouses.

Before him, demigod-grade beings could not even survive a single exchange. Every time he attacked, one figure would turn into white light and disappear. System prompts rang out sporadically, but compared to the tsunami-like screen flood from earlier, they were as faint as the buzzing of mosquitoes.

After wiping out all the demigod-grade powerhouses, John patted off nonexistent dust from his hands and was just about to return to the center of the demon realm to check the players’ progress.

Suddenly—

His steps stopped.

The void ahead silently split open, and dozens of figures slowly stepped out from the rift.

Their auras were concealed extremely thoroughly. If John’s divine sense had not already covered the entire region, even he would not have noticed their existence immediately.

Every single one of them radiated terrifying pressure above High God level.

Dozens of figures surrounded him from all directions. Their faces carried gentle, friendly smiles, and their eyes were clear, as if they had merely come to reminisce with an old friend.

John frowned slightly, a trace of vigilance flashing through his eyes.

They had not come with good intentions.

High God-level existences appearing in the demon realm at this critical moment absolutely could not have come to congratulate him.

He slowly raised his right hand. Lightning silently danced at his fingertips, while his divine sense quietly locked onto the location of every figure’s Cosmic Imprint.

The World Balance Decree was completely ineffective against this group.

High Gods remained High Gods.

Demigods remained demigods.

John’s gaze darkened slightly, but his feet did not move an inch.

He swept his eyes around them.

There were a little over a dozen in total. The five people in the lead had the deepest auras, while the remaining demigod-grade followers consciously retreated to the rear, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Those demigod-grade beings actually showed nearly devout reverence toward the High Gods standing in front.

John quickly searched through his memories.

In his previous life, he had never left the myriad-race universe and knew nothing about the major powers beyond the universe. However, the bearing and atmosphere of this group clearly could not have been nurtured by the myriad-race universe.

"Your Excellency John."

The gray-robed old man was the first to speak, a gentle smile on his face.

"There is no need to be nervous. We bear no ill will."

John did not respond.

He merely looked at him.

That gaze was as cold as two daggers nailed into the void. The smile on the gray-robed old man’s face stiffened slightly for an instant, but he quickly continued awkwardly on his own.

"This old man comes on behalf of the Skyvault Consortium. This visit is to invite Your Excellency to join us."

"Skyvault Consortium?"

John finally spoke, his tone calm.

"Never heard of it."

The corners of the gray-robed old man’s mouth twitched slightly. Just as he was about to explain, the High God of the Shadow Divine Court beside him, whose body was wreathed in baleful energy, coldly interrupted.

"The myriad-race universe is no more than a tiny backwater. It is normal that you have never heard of us."

He raised his chin slightly, his gaze carrying unconcealed arrogance.

"The Shadow Divine Court has Sovereign-level powerhouses presiding over it, and our influence spans three thousand star domains. If Your Excellency is willing to join us, name any condition you wish."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the representatives from the other factions changed slightly.

The High God from the Tower of Myriad Treasures immediately smiled and smoothed things over.

"Your Excellency John, there is no need to hurry and agree. Although my Tower of Myriad Treasures does not have a Sovereign presiding over it, we have nine God King-level powerhouses. In terms of resources and foundation, we are not inferior to anyone."

The High God of the Eternal Summit sneered.

"You dare boast about nine God Kings? My Eternal Summit alone has three half-step Sovereigns with one foot already in the God King realm."

"Everyone."

The High God of the Demon King Council finally spoke. His tone was unhurried, yet it carried an invisible weight.

"We are here to extend an invitation, not to compare family wealth. Do not lose face before Your Excellency John."

The few of them immediately fell silent and looked toward John in unison.

The demigod-grade followers at the rear exchanged glances, envy nearly overflowing from their eyes.

"The five great powers sent people to compete for him at the same time..." one of them lowered his voice, his tone full of bitterness.

"I cultivated for three thousand years in my own universe before barely obtaining an inspection qualification from the Skyvault Consortium. But John has never even left his doorstep, and five factions are blocking his door to invite him."

"Comparing yourself to others will kill you."

"Stop talking. The more you say, the worse it feels."

John’s hearing was excellent, and he heard their whispers clearly.

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly. Then, he spoke slowly and unhurriedly.

"Since all of you have stated your origins, I have one question."

The High Gods of the five great powers looked at him at the same time.

"This God King and Sovereign you speak of..."

John’s tone was as calm as if he were asking about the weather today.

"How much stronger are they than High Gods?"

The gray-robed old man froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Above High God is God King. Above God King is Sovereign. Your Excellency is currently only demigod grade, yet you can already slaughter High Gods. If you receive the cultivation of my Skyvault Consortium, once you break through to High God, you may even be able to fight God Kings."

"Fight God Kings?"

John repeated the words, a playful light flashing through his eyes.

He suddenly thought of something and opened his system panel, his gaze falling on the description of his Sequence Two class.

[Sequence Two · Omniwielder]

[Next Sequence: Sequence One · Creator]

[Advancement Requirement: Level 500 High God]