Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1100, The Holy Light Alliance

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

In the grand scheme of the cosmos, nothing was ever as simple as it seemed.

The Dark Expanse lay in a relatively remote corner of the Western Sector. However, this place was shrouded in darkness, unfathomably deep and perilous beyond measure—no ordinary being dared to set foot here.

However, few knew that deep within this terrifying Star Domain, an ancient race had taken root.

The Netherborns, a race that was both ancient and nefarious.

A true higher race, their power rivaled even that of the Angel Clan and Titan Clan.

Moreover, the Netherborns were the embodiment of darkness and absolute evil. Their infamous reputation was known throughout the cosmos.

In ancient eras, the Netherborns were even hailed as one of the ‘Six Dark Sovereigns,’ standing alongside the Abyssals, the Asura Clan, and other equally malefic races.

These were races of unparalleled brutality, feared across the cosmos.

At one point, the Netherborns had even allied with various dark and wicked races, launching multiple Dark Cataclysms.

And what were the Dark Cataclysms? They were feasts for the wicked races.

Whenever a Dark Cataclysm erupted, all races trembled in terror.

For in those times, devastation was inevitable, and rivers of blood would flow endlessly.

…

At this moment, at the deepest part of the Dark Expanse…

*Gaga…Gaga…* A strange, hoarse laughter echoed atop a dark spiraling peak, where a shadowy figure sat.

At the same time, an overwhelming aura slowly began to rise.

*Boooom, boooom, boooom…* Accompanied by deafening rumbles, a black tornado rose, enveloping the figure entirely.

The dark tornado continued to expand over time until it stretched across ten thousand meters, creating a truly hair-raising sight.

“We pay our respects to the Nether God’s breakthrough!”

“We pay our respects to the Nether God’s breakthrough!”

In unison, countless figures wreathed in Dark Energy knelt upon the ground, their voices echoing in reverence.

*Gaga…Gaga…* Hearing this, the laughter grew even more manic.

The figure within the tornado did nothing to conceal his elation.

He had stepped into Tier-6, and this was indeed a momentous occasion.

More importantly, this breakthrough signified that the Netherborns could finally step out from the shadows and compete for dominance over the Dark Expanse.

However, at that moment, as if recalling something, the entity known as the Nether God turned his gaze toward a distant corner.

*Rooooaar…* Suddenly, a majestic Dragon Roar resounded through the darkness.

And in the next instant, everyone present beheld a massive, pitch-black Giant Dragon, though slightly ethereal, but it exuded an undeniable majesty. Its massive body stretched over a hundred meters, and its presence was unparalleled.

As it unfurled its wings, an overwhelming force swept across the area, momentarily still even the Nether God’s colossal tornado.

This was the Nether Dragon King, another Ancient Overlord of the Netherborns.

He was also one of the oldest living powerhouses in the Western Sector. He was rumored to have stepped into Tier-6 as early as 20-30 years ago.

However, since the Netherborns had long remained hidden deep within the Dark Expanse, he had never emerged from the shadows.

However, now…

“You’ve finally broken through…” The Nether Dragon King’s deep, eerie voice carried a rare trace of delight.

[Now that he has broken through, we can finally awaken the Netherborns’ Imperial Artifact. Now, we, the Netherborns, would not have to be wary of anyone. Even if it’s the holiest Angel Clan, what of them? Do they really think we, the Netherborns, fear anyone?]

*Hehe…* Amidst his increasingly pleased laughter, the Nether God spoke eagerly, “Let’s go. We shall awaken the Imperial Armament—the Netherworld Divine Armor…”

“Great…” With a single response, the two figures instantly transformed into streaks of dark light, shooting toward the deepest depths of the Dark Expanse.

There, in slumber, lay the Netherborns’ most terrifying foundation—the Imperial Artifact.

However, even with the Nether Dragon King’s immense strength, he alone could not awaken it.

But now, with the Nether God’s breakthrough, it was finally possible.

After all, the Netherworld Divine Armor only recognized the Nether God Bloodline.

…

Meanwhile, few Forces in the cosmos were aware of the commotion brewing deep within the Dark Expanse.

For now, the focus of the entire Western Sector was fixed on a different event—the first Holy Light Conference, initiated by the Angel Clan.

And the chosen venue for this grand event was none other than the Angel Clan’s most magnificent city—City of Angels.

At this moment, if one were to look up, they would see a cathedral-like hall filled with representatives from various powerful races.

Among them were Zi Xiao, the prodigy of the Elemental Clan, along with Flame King, the acknowledged leader of the Clan; Mountain Titan and Cloud Titan from the Titan Clan; the Golden Lion of the Beast Clan; the Third Elder of the Crystal Clan.

One by one, powerful and influential figures assembled, united in their resolve to resist the unprecedented threat of the Void Clan.

Of course, the Demon Court had also sent a representative.

And that representative was none other than Sarcosuchus, who sat upon one of the five thrones.

As one of the top Forces of the Western Sector, the Demon Court naturally had the right to a throne.

Aside from the Demon Court, the other four thrones belonged to the Elemental Clan, the Divine Titan Clan, the Angel Clan, and the First Tower of the World.

As for the second-tier and third-tier Forces, they were relegated to standard seating.

Simply put, these thrones were a symbol of strength and status.

If anyone wished to challenge this, they were welcome to try.

And indeed, just a month ago, an unknown Minor Force had dared to question the Demon Court’s standing.

This was understandable.

After all, the Angel Clan, Titan Clan, Elemental Clan, and First Tower of the World were all renowned ancient Forces with long and prestigious histories.

By contrast, the Demon Court had risen from obscurity, and few knew much about them.

Only a handful of top-tier Forces were aware that the Demon Court harbored more than one Overlord.

Thus, it was not surprising that these weaker Forces, ones that had never even ventured beyond their own galaxy, were unaware of the Demon Court’s true power.

However, ignorance was one thing, publicly questioning them was another.

For in doing so, they had disgraced the Demon Court.

And so, before the gathered Forces, Sarcosuchus had shown no mercy—he slapped the representative of the Minor Force to death on the spot.

From that moment on, silence fell upon the assembly, for even though Sarcosuchus had struck down a delegate within the Angel Clan’s territory, not a single Angel stepped forward to voice their objection.

Instead, they went on to personally host Sarcosuchus with great courtesy.

It was unclear whether this was out of fear or helplessness.