Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1171 - 610: Gathering of the Gods, Reincarnation of Life and Death!

The entirety of the Heavens and Myriad Realms pulsed with existence.

In a secluded, mystical dimension, a colossal, circular table dominated the space.

Dozens of Origin Divine Thrones, each radiating a unique hue, were arrayed around its perimeter.

Every single throne signified the presence of a Main God of immense power.

Yet, positioned closest to the table's core, only nine golden thrones commanded attention.

These nine thrones were the undeniable center, with the other Origin Thrones orbiting them like loyal subjects around their sovereign!

This grand assembly was the Pantheon, a collective formed by numerous deities!

Key developments across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms would prompt an emergency council, where dialogues from all parties would determine the course of action.

It was at this precise moment, as Lu Yuan was engaged in unifying nine supreme origins, that the Celestial Assembly's round table flickered with subtle light.

In its wake.

Scores of majestic and formidable beings effortlessly traversed unimaginable distances, converging instantly within the enigmatic space.

Their very auras exuded divine authority; a mere breath of their pressure held the power to shatter epochs, sending tremors of instability through the very fabric of the void!

Simultaneously.

The Will of the Heavens itself seemed to awaken, causing the firmament to erupt in a cascade of light, which coalesced into a solitary, ethereal figure.

"Will of the Heavens, what is transpiring?"

"After so many years, that distinct aura has resurfaced. Do you intend to unleash an inescapable catastrophe upon the All Heavens and Myriad Realms?"

A shadowy, indistinct figure projected their voice, laced with palpable anger and suspicion.

Within their tone, a tremor of sheer terror was undeniable.

Given their dominion over the Law of Shadow and their past deep dives into the Dark Law, they possessed a keener understanding than any other deity present of the potential devastation should the Will of the Heavens' gambit spiral beyond control!

"The Dark Origin is propagating with alarming speed throughout the All Heavens and Myriad Realms. I have exhausted every conceivable method, leaving me with no alternative but this path."

"Should you possess a viable solution to halt the Dark Origin's relentless expansion, I shall reconsider my course of action immediately," asserted the Will of the Heavens, their brow furrowed slightly as they addressed the shadowy entity.

Hearing these words, the assembled deities exchanged hesitant glances, their silence profound.

They were acutely aware.

The Will of the Heavens operated with absolute impartiality, detached from personal sentiment or selfish desire.

Furthermore, They represented the unified consciousness of all beings within the Ten Thousand Realms; They would never jeopardize them without facing an absolute, dire necessity.

The fact that They had resorted to such drastic measures most likely indicated that the situation had already deteriorated to a point of no return.

"What the Great Will proclaims holds true. The Dark Alien Race grows more brazen by the day, and our Pantheon struggles to maintain its footing on the God-Demon Battlefield. Increased support is imperative for all," declared a towering, powerfully built man clad in black, his gaze slowly sweeping across the assembled gods as he spoke with resonant depth.

Despite his youthful appearance, his chiseled features bore the marks of countless ages, etched with an unmistakable weariness.

His arms were a testament to his trials, marred by myriad scars and lacerations, suggesting he had emerged from countless life-or-death struggles, having waded through mountains of fallen foes and seas of spilled blood.

Even in repose, he emanated the aura of a slumbering Ancient True Dragon, poised to unleash cataclysmic power at any given moment.

This imposing figure was none other than the War God, Lin Yuan, who had a fleeting encounter with Lu Yuan previously!

The other deities found themselves unsettled under Lin Yuan's scrutinizing gaze, feeling as if they were being observed by some terrifying, primordial creature.

"The God-Demon Battlefield stands as the final bulwark for the All Heavens and Myriad Realms; its integrity cannot be compromised under any circumstances."

"Should those Dark Deities manage to breach the Ten Thousand Realms' territory, the repercussions would be dire beyond comprehension," affirmed a deity whose muscular physique was amplified by swirling purple hair, crackling with untamed lightning.

"The Thunder Emperor speaks wisely. Merely a few years prior, a single Blood God managed to shatter the peace across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms."

"If the Dark Deities are permitted to pour through the God-Demon Battlefield en masse once more, I fear the world planes may face the twilight of their existence," mused another deity, nodding slightly, evidently unwilling to witness the fall of the God-Demon Battlefield.

"My Purple Mist Divine Realm pledges ten Demigod-level warriors and two thousand Immortal-tier powerhouses. If the situation demands it, I shall personally enter the fray," proclaimed the Thunder Emperor, his decision swift and decisive.

"My Plague Burial Plains can contribute one hundred Demigod-level divine corpses and ten thousand immortal-level corpses," stated an elder robed in grey, his voice calm and measured.

This pronouncement, however, caused a ripple of surprise amongst the deities present, drawing their unified focus towards the venerable figure.

Thin as a stick, the elder clad in grey robes bore a hunched back and exuded a thick presence of death qi, resembling a patriarch on the very edge of his demise.

Despite his frail appearance, his aura was unfathomable; numerous deities present found themselves unable to gauge his true depth.

This individual was none other than the Burial Elder, who had previously joined forces with the War God Lin Yuan in their assault against the God of Illusion!

However, among the assembled deities, the grey-clothed elder held an even more widely recognized and revered title.

The Master of Plague!

This ancient being had traversed countless eras, achieving unparalleled mastery over the burial path as a Great Power, rendering many newly ascended deities before him as mere infants!

"Thank you, esteemed predecessor, for your noble spirit and your profound care for the world; junior Lin Yuan, on behalf of all Pantheon warriors, offers their sincere gratitude."

Lin Yuan, upon hearing this pronouncement, was greatly uplifted and immediately rose, bowing deeply with his fists clasped.

Legends recount that when a world plane teeters on the brink of annihilation, the Burial Elder embarks on a journey, piloting a stone vessel down the River of Time, to escort the world on its final voyage.

Furthermore, the Plague Burial Plains, serving as his Divine Nation, are rumored to house an immeasurable number of interred immortal corpses and sacred skeletal remains.