Boom!!
The sky of the Eastern Celestial Realm was torn apart.
Countless spatial fissures spread like spiderwebs, each one spewing forth legions of cultivators that blotted out the heavens.
Thunder Heavenly Lord stood atop nine-layered storm clouds, with the Eight Thunder Divisions arrayed behind him. Billions of lightning bolts coalesced into spears, all aimed at the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Sword cultivators from the Azure Void Domain hovered mid-air, their backs adorned with countless floating swords, their radiance cascading like a river of stars.
Wave after wave of cultivators gathered above the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Their purpose was singular—to annihilate the Netherfrost Sacred Domain!
"A mere newborn sacred domain dares to defy the Eastern Celestial Realm?!" Thunder Heavenly Lord's voice shook the sea of clouds. "Today, we shall teach you the meaning of humility!"
Another powerful domain lord sneered, "Let’s see what tricks this little domain ruler has up her sleeve, daring to threaten our sacred domains!"
The Sword Sovereign of the Azure Void Domain coldly declared, "The Netherfrost Sacred Domain shall be erased from existence today."
Meanwhile...
A live broadcast screen in the sky projected this scene across the myriad realms.
Central Celestial Realm.
Linglong Heavenly Domain.
Ling Long watched the unfolding spectacle with amusement.
Admittedly, the images transmitted by the screen were quite entertaining—a perfect distraction before the great war of the myriad realms began.
She assumed this must be a newly manifested rule of the cosmos.
However...
When she saw the united forces of the Eastern Celestial Realm besieging the Netherfrost Sacred Domain, she shook her head.
"Pity. There’s no way the Netherfrost Sacred Domain can survive this calamity."
Cultivators from other realms scoffed as well.
"Though the Eastern Celestial Realm is weak, wiping out a newborn sacred domain is child’s play for them."
"Exactly! Let’s see Su Muwan act tough now!"
"Hey, don’t be so sure. Su Muwan’s cultivation is at least at the Half-Step Dominator Realm. She’s already taken down two sacred domains—who knows what miracles might happen?"
"Hah! You actually believe in that upstart domain ruler from some backwater realm?"
"It’s not her I believe in—it’s that handsome consort beside her. I’d hate to see them die so soon..."
"We cultivators should seek the Dao of Eternal Life. Such shallow thoughts are beneath us."
"Oh? Then why do you keep a harem of cultivation furnaces?"
"That’s... a different matter."
Just as the debate grew heated—
The screen suddenly changed.
A line of text appeared at its center:
[The Sacred Domain Vote begins now!]
[Cast your vote for the side you believe will win!]
[Option A: Netherfrost Sacred Domain]
[Option B: Eastern Celestial Realm Alliance]
[Voting time: 5 minutes! You may wager cultivation techniques, treasures, insights, karmic luck, virtue, or faith—all will be converted into voting points based on value!]
[Odds for the Sacred Domain War]
[Option A: Netherfrost Sacred Domain — 1:100]
[Option B: Eastern Celestial Realm Alliance — 1:1.2]
[Note: Winners will receive rewards based on the odds!]
For three full seconds, the crowd was stunned.
"What in the cosmos?! Since when does the universe have this feature?"
"No idea! It’s never happened before!"
"Who cares? This is a gift from the heavens!"
"Praise the cosmos for this blessing!"
Linglong Heavenly Domain.
"A 100-to-1 payout?!" A elder beside Empress Ling Long gasped. "Just how doomed is the Netherfrost Sacred Domain?"
Another elder sneered. "A newborn sacred domain challenging the entire Eastern Celestial Realm? Your Majesty, betting on the alliance is free profit— Wait, look! The bets are pouring in already!"
Empress Ling Long frowned at the rapidly climbing numbers on the screen.
Her eyes flickered with shock.
What is this?
Could someone have orchestrated this...? No. Impossible. If another force had created this screen, she would’ve sensed it.
In other words... this truly was a phenomenon born of the cosmos itself?
They had to bet. This was no different from wagering on mortal chess matches in lesser realms.
A cosmic opportunity—it had to be!
By now, the Eastern Celestial Realm’s bets had reached 800,000 points, while the Netherfrost Sacred Domain... a pitiful 2,000.
With one minute left, Empress Ling Long made her decision.
With a flick of her finger, she declared, "Linglong Heavenly Domain wagers 30,000 years of karmic luck on the Eastern Celestial Alliance!"
Instantly, the alliance’s points skyrocketed to 1.1 million, dwarfing the Netherfrost Sacred Domain’s tally into near invisibility.
After placing her bet, Ling Long relaxed.
Perfect. She’d seized this opportunity.
Now, all that remained was to reap the rewards.
"Your Majesty is wise!"
"Empress! Our domain will gain millennia of karmic luck from this!"
Ling Long nodded, her expression serene but inwardly pleased.
Her rise to power had always been built on such shrewd decisions.
And it wasn’t just Linglong Heavenly Domain.
In the final minute, sacred domains across the cosmos rushed to place their bets.
"I wager 20,000 years of accumulated thunder intent! The Netherfrost Sacred Domain is finished!"
"I stake my lifetime’s worth of sword Dao insights!!"
Tianji Sacred Domain.
Tianjizi stroked his beard, deep in thought as he watched the 15-second countdown.
His disciples urged him, "Master, should we place a bet?"
"Hmm..."
Tianjizi almost reached for his divination tools but stopped himself.
He chuckled ruefully. "I’m getting old. Even I doubted the obvious outcome for a moment."
Turning to his disciples, he said sternly, "Remember this lesson: never rely solely on divination. Even the clearest predictions can change."
"Understood, Master. Then the wager...?"
"Obviously, we go all in! Bet Tianji Sacred Domain’s entire 100,000-year karmic reserve!"
"Once the rewards come, we’ll have the strength to dominate the next great cosmic war!"
"Master is peerless!"
The disciples’ eyes shone with reverence.
Tianjizi—the greatest diviner of the Central Celestial Realm.
Nothing escaped his calculations.
And it was precisely his genius that had allowed Tianji Sacred Domain to thrive for eons.
As the countdown hit zero, the screen displayed the final tally:
[Eastern Celestial Realm Alliance: 8 million points]
[Netherfrost Sacred Domain: 10,000 points]
The myriad realms watched eagerly, already savoring their impending windfall—and mocking the fools who’d bet on the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
Did they truly believe that upstart domain stood a chance?
...
...
Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
"So much karmic luck! So many techniques, treasures, and insights!" Ouyang Xuan pointed at the central control screen, grinning wildly. "Brother Luo, you’re a genius! Who else could’ve pulled this off?"
Qin Luo smirked as he observed the voting mechanism—crafted to perfectly mimic the cosmos’s own rules.
"Time to cash in," he said. "Just remember—no one can ever know we’re the ones controlling the broadcast."
"Yes!"
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