The skies dimmed once more. This time, not from a divine technique.But from the arrival of the Supreme.
A golden lotus bloomed high above the Arena of Supremacy, each petal radiating light from beyond time and space. An ancient pressure, transcending True Gods, even the Grand Devil, enveloped the entire cosmos. All eighteen universes quivered. Time stilled. And then... he appeared.
Suelo.The Main God.Ruler of the Eighteen Universes.The one who watched from above, who dictated the fate of entire planes with a flick of his finger.
He wore robes woven from the silk of Time, his long hair untouched by age, his eyes deeper than the endless void aura leaked from his form, and yet, all living beings felt the weight of a hundred eternities descend upon their souls.
With just a glance, stars trembled. With a breath, lesser laws kneeled.
The Grand Devil immediately stood and bowed with clasped hands, her voice respectful yet firm."Main God Suelo... this junior welcomes your arrival."
The remaining True Gods across the universes followed suit, some kneeling, others prostrating. Even Ian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his Destruction Ki dispersing. Though not bowing, he gave a respectful nod. Only Damon continued to stand casually until Ian gave him a single look. Damon exhaled and gave a reluctant half-bow.
Suelo did not return their greetings. He only spoke one word, "Erase."
And the golden lotus above bloomed fully. From it, a petal fell, slowly, beautifully, toward the Earth. As it touched the air above Universe Twelve’s section, all light vanished.
No explosion. No. screams. No resistance.
Just... obliteration.
A golden ripple expanded silently. And where once stood Universe Twelve’s platform, its elders, its envoys, its disciples, its artifacts, its banners, nothing remained.
Not even dust.Not even karma.
Erased from existence.
Erased from the cycle of reincarnation.
Erased from the Heavens.
Silence gripped the Arena.
The Grand Devil’s face tightened, her fingers clenching her scepter, but she remained still. She had already tried to persuade him.
"I, beg the Main God to reconsider," she had said moments before the lotus fell. "The match between Universe One and Universe Twelve has yet to conclude..."
But Suelo had not listened. For the Main God’s judgment was not to be questioned.
And now, the other universes could only tremble.
From Universe Two, an old sage’s hand trembled uncontrollably. He muttered, "Such divine will... I could not even see how he moved..."
From Universe Five, a young phoenix-robed girl collapsed to her knees.Her eyes wide. "This... this is the power above all things..."
From Universe Ten, their Divine General bit his lip until blood flowed."That could have been us..."
From Universe Nine, the youth who had narrowed his eyes earlier now clenched his fists harder.His heart screamed in rage, but his instincts screamed louder. Do. Not. Speak.
From Universe Sixteen, a woman of frost lowered her head. "He erased them... like swatting a fly..."
From Universe Seventeen, the Grand Priest covered his heart. "This is not divine retribution... This is divine whim..."
Even the warriors of Universe One, Kaelra, Damon, and Barseagle, were silent.
Damon whispered, "Even Ian didn’t move..."
The ground below still shook from residual law collapse. The cosmos realigned itself, adjusting to the absence of an entire universe.
And finally, Suelo spoke once more.
His voice resounded in the hearts of all cultivators present.
"Power decides fate. Challenge the heavens, and you must be prepared to be judged by them."
Then he looked at Ian.
"I spared Universe One once before," Suelo said softly, eyes like ancient stars. "You’ve grown well, Ian."
Ian met his gaze with calm. "We grow because the world demands we do."
Suelo did not smile. He simply turned to the void and began to fade.
But before his figure vanished completely, he spoke again, one final decree:
"Let the Tournament continue."
His voice echoed through eternity. And with that, the golden lotus closed and vanished beyond the veil of existence.
The Arena of Supremacy was deathly silent. Even the air didn’t dare stir.
Only one thought echoed in every heart:
"This... is the true scale of power in the heavens. "We are mere insects before it."
But deep in the heart of some...Jealousy.Defiance. A spark of rebellion.
And from that spark...
The moment Suelo’s divine presence faded from the heavens, the Grand Devil’s voice once again echoed across the void:
"Next battle, Universe Two versus Universe Four. Step forward."
Two figures appeared at the center of the ruined arena. The debris from the previous battle had long been swept away by divine force, leaving a pristine stage... but the tension remained thick.
From Universe Two, a young man in flowing silver robes stepped forward. His eyes shimmered with ancient runes, his presence like that of a silent sword unsheathed.
Mark, known across the Eighteen Universes as the Heaven Devouring War God.Born with the Void Sky Bloodline, rumored to descend from the progenitor of all devourer beasts. Every realm he stepped into, countless geniuses would fall under his feet.
From Universe Four, a tall youth in pitch-black robes landed lightly, his steps creating faint ripples in space. His pupils glowed with crimson sigils, and a faint phantom of a black sun hovered behind him.
Gin, bearer of the Crimson Abyss Bloodline, said to be the last inheritor of the Demonic Sovereign of the First Era.The cultivators of Universe Four knelt upon his arrival, shouting in unison:
"The Young Lord shall suppress all!"
The moment their eyes met, invisible pressure exploded in the air. The sky darkened. Lightning coiled through the heavens. Two titanic beast phantoms appeared in the clouds, a silver celestial wyrm and a red abyssal qilin, baring their fangs at each other.
The Grand Devil smiled faintly. "A bloodline duel. Interesting."
Even Ian opened one eye from his closed meditation.
Kaelra whispered, "Both are monsters in their own right... this will be a battle of bloodlines."
Mark vanished from the spot, appearing behind Gin with a palm that shattered sound itself."[Void Reaping Claw]!"
Gin’s body twisted unnaturally, dodging the strike with a grin."You’re a step too slow."
He countered with a palm of his own, wrapped in dark red flame."[Abyss Devourer Art]!"
CLANG!When their strikes collided, the air split apart. A canyon of pure qi tore through the arena. Mountains in distant worlds trembled in sympathy.
The spectators’ eyes widened. "Both are using origin-level martial arts from the start?!"
From Universe Six, a white-bearded elder stroked his beard. "Typical young monsters... no warm-up, just bloodline suppression from the start."
Suddenly, Mark roared, veins glowing silver.
"Bloodline Transformation, Void Sky Form!"
His body expanded, covered in armor made of shimmering starlight scales. Behind him, a phantom of the Void Devouring Wyrm let out a roar that shook heaven and earth. His aura soared, blasting the clouds apart.
Not to be outdone, Gin smirked."You’re not the only one with a divine inheritance!"