Birth of the Demonic Sword Chapter 2358. Tremor

Noah remained unaware of it, but he had already surpassed his earlier feat. The remnants of the higher plane had rallied under one banner to battle Heaven and Earth, and that same unification occurred amid the unyielding assault. However, his sway had previously merged various Mortal Lands.

The spectacle was utterly breathtaking, yet Caesar stayed completely unmoved. Noah had compelled every existence once trapped within Heaven and Earth's domain to advance in harmony with his ambition. That development infused Noah with immense potential, though he failed to sense the transformation.

As those fresh organizations grew, additional powerhouses began enlisting in the offensive. Champions from realms far below the higher plane abandoned their homes to traverse the world and arrive at the sky.

The force arrayed against the sky recommenced its expansion, with Noah's ambition surging stronger in the midst. Each newcomer bolstering the attack appeared to amplify his inherent influence, enhancing the world as a result.

Noah's influence grew so dense that the fabric of space-time itself began to shift. The world had already aided weaker experts on their path to the sky, but it gradually developed greater endurance as the army swelled.

This newfound endurance contracted the voids dominating those areas and permitted weaker experts to draw nearer to the sky. The lands could also extend their atmospheres within that space-time fabric, enabling heroic and human rank beings to venture deeper into the world.

Those alterations persisted. Over the years, the space-time array formed protected zones close to the sky, guarding weaker experts from the fierce energies unleashed by mightier entities. Before long, even heroic ranks could participate in the offensive without facing mortal peril.

The Eternal Snake could no longer tolerate the display. It departed its territory to near the sky, trailed by numerous new members of its kind. The beast had grown its pack in those times, yet those magical beasts now contributed to the united offensive.

That pattern endured without halt. Every offspring born in the higher plane possessed instinctive awareness of the crisis and grasped its supreme duty.

Magical beasts set aside their primal ferocity to drive toward that grand objective. Humans and hybrids cast off their rivalries to share knowledge and collaborate.

Fresh species designed to challenge the sky emerged, their mutations rapidly becoming commonplace across the higher plane. Such births hastened the advancement of those inferior lands and somewhat offset the depletion of natural assets.

The lands overall weakened. That decline was inevitable with the surge of lifeforms populating their domains, yet Noah's ambition somehow postponed their demise. It appeared the very earth yearned to contribute by yielding every possible resource.

Privileged cultivators observed how Noah's ambition had far exceeded its foundational boundaries long ago. That force no longer merely altered raw materials. Noah had succeeded in aligning the entire higher plane with his cause.

The space-time array, the array of new lands, and everything within the sky evolved purposefully. The world craved the sky's downfall, and the collective offensive stood as its sole weapon.

"Enough with this," Decumia proclaimed as the first human rank being traversed the world to reach the sky and enlist in the offensive.

"What are you doing?" Marcella quickly demanded upon seeing Decumia advance.

"The world needs my chaos," Decumia stated before teleporting to an open position in the united offensive to launch her attack on the sky.

"Fool," Caesar sighed, yet he refrained from hindering his ally. Choosing a side fell within Decumia's prerogatives.

Marcella examined Caesar's indifferent expression for several moments before shifting her attention back to the higher plane. She couldn't fully fault Decumia. The vista was genuinely awe-inspiring. Noah was plainly the finest rank 9 being in existence, yet his foe was a rank 10 entity.

Decumia's exit drew notice, but the experts engaged in the assault remained silent on it. Still, her choice deepened the privileged cultivators' uncertainties, prompting some to eventually step up against the sky.

Merely a handful of privileged cultivators needed to depart before the whole group committed to the sky's assault. Marcella and Caesar lingered in isolation, exchanging no words. Caesar exuded absolute assurance, while Marcella stood mesmerized by the panorama.

Years kept passing, but the momentum persisted. The world spawned lifeforms evolving for one singular aim. Noah's ambition only heightened as his army expanded, soon reshaping the lands themselves.

Heaven and Earth had originally crammed their Mortal Lands and planes at the cage's core, but those had fused into one vast landmass in subsequent years.

Nevertheless, that wasn't the conclusion. With the ongoing migration to the sky, the lands extended toward the white layer to aid their frail offspring in achieving their destiny.

The landmass morphed into a jagged expanse of colossal territories positioned directly beneath the sky. This setup let countless human rank beings join the assault without forfeiting their lives, ensuring steady army growth while preserving birth rates.

Natural resources inevitably dwindled amid that surge, and Noah's ambition soon proved insufficient against the crisis. No matter its potency, those lands faced inevitable doom.

It commenced with one barren patch of earth. The soil there had depleted its energy utterly, turning to impotent dust that dissipated into the higher plane.

Such failures multiplied until thriving ecosystems became desiccated wastes collapsing under their own mass. Vast sections of the new world evaporated, yet the sustenance cycle raged on. Death held value if it empowered the young to chase their missions.

The collapse advanced until the new world's heart entirely dissolved, sparing only the spikes that had reached for the sky. The inscription array channeled power everywhere to stall the ruin, but its reserves eventually ran dry.

The enormous spikes disintegrated as well. No force could halt that devastation. The world teetered on total resource exhaustion, but the army ignored it. The sky alone filled their thoughts, and they would press on until its destruction.

Resource scarcity would normally spark savage slaughter, with the mighty preying on the weak to hoard energy for survival. Yet no such chaos erupted, even after the final land fragment faded into the higher plane's expanse.

Aside from Marcella and Caesar, every lifeform within the sky had joined the collective assault by then. Even the frailest rank 1 worm hurled strikes at the sky, striving to breach toward the universe.

Caesar uttered nothing, but Marcella wavered inwardly. She began convinced that the universe must be profoundly unjust to let such a grand endeavor fail. An inner voice insisted Noah merited the tenth rank over Heaven and Earth.

Suddenly, an extraordinary event unfolded. Assaults hammered the sky as always, but it reacted this time. A shudder rippled across its surface, unleashing a resounding boom that echoed throughout the higher plane.