Victor floated above the barren ground, his gauntlets glowing with soft blue light as he traced a perfect square across the landscape.
The edges of the air itself warped, folding inward like cloth pulled through a slit. The entire region, including the small house, the surrounding land, and the shimring barrier, sank into the distortion.
A low hum spread across the plain. The soldiers watched in awe as the space twisted and tightened.
Victor raised his hand.
"Space Cube, activate."
A blinding flash followed. When it faded, the circular patch of land was gone. Only a smooth crater remained. In Victor’s hand rested a transparent cube the size of a fist, inside which the stolen land hovered like a miniature world.
The space cube was a supre treasure they used to rob, cough cough, gather resources throughout the universe.
"Alright, now find out the anomaly. The civilisation of this world was called Makan Civilization and they were a pretty advanced one. So they should leave so kinds of legacy behind about who killed them or what killed them." he ordered his soldiers.
They scanned the deserted planet for another six hours. Nothing. No creature, no trace of whatever had devoured the previous civilization, no hint of a dark apostle.
One of the scouts jogged toward Victor.
"Captain, we swept everything. Only lower grade life remains. No entity above tier one."
Victor nodded. "Then the apostle must have hatched and fled. Let contact the sage."
"Yes sir."
"Sage, we didn’t find anything here. What should we do?" he contacted him.
"Have you secured the house?" the sage asked him.
"Yes my lord." Victor replied politely.
"Then return. I am very curious to know what that thing is."
Victor then issued the return command to the crew and turned toward the ship. His earlier frustration faded into curiosity. That barrier was too perfect. Whoever constructed it was either a master of the highest arts of barrier magic or used sothing beyond even divine knowledge.
"We will know soon enough." Victor muttered.
The team boarded the vessel. Engines thrumd. Planet Selenium shrank into a dark speck behind them.
Inside the House
The world had been stolen around them, yet Ethan sat in a room full of golden light, eyes closed. He was fully integrated into cultivation right now.
He had no idea that he had been taken hostage inside a cosmic artifact.
In the depths of his fourth axis, another golden seal took shape. Then another. Then another. Millions rose and stabilized every minute, each one ford from a lotus that dissolved the mont it entered his inner dinsion.
Yumiko said in his mind,
[Master, form as many golden seals as possible. No need to rush in breakthrough or comprehend the source of existence right now.]
Ethan didn’t question it. His only concern was to grow stronger. The outside world didn’t matter.
He expanded his clone count again.
"One quadrillion is workable," he murmured. "If each produces a void lotus every second, I should reach the limit before six months."
Outside the house, Ragnarok stood guard in silence. His eyes glowed faintly as he watched the barrier ripple with distortions. He had seen the soldiers arrive. He had seen their captain unleash a destructive strike. And he had watched them fail again and again.
He didn’t intervene. Ethan’s command was absolute. Do not leave for one year. No matter what.
Even when the space itself collapsed and folded around them, he remained still. The barrier stayed intact, floating seamlessly inside the cube. The house stood untouched, isolated in its own pocket of existence.
Ragnarok lowered his head.
"My lord wishes to cultivate. Then no force in this universe will disturb him."
Celestial Planet
Celestial Planet was the jewel of the gods, a world of towering crystal palaces, golden rivers, and mountains carved into eternal shrines. Here, gods extended their domains.
The three major gods of the universe were the god of light, god of war, and god of life. There were other minor gods too.
They had followers across the universe, but this Celestial Planet was their main headquarters where their sages lived.
The sages were the ssengers of the gods. Each one of them was above a 10th dinsional being. The three major sages were even stronger than this.
Gods bestowed their divine blessings on their followers from a 1 star to a 9 star rating. The highest star rated followers would beco the elites of the universe in a short ti and would fight for the glory of their gods.
This Celestial Planet was even larger than a reality in the 3rd individual dinsion from the origin dinsion.
The spaceship pierced through the planetary shield and descended. A beam of soft light guided it toward the floating citadel that housed the Church of Light. Divine symbols glowed along its walls.
They halted above the grand platform. Victor and the soldiers ca out in a formal line, each taking a knee as an incarnation of the Sage of Light appeared. His body seed sculpted from radiance, and his face was serene and calm.
Every Church of Light across the planet had an incarnation of the sage as the pope. The real body of the sage lived sowhere else.
"Welco ho," the incarnation said softly. "You may rise."
Victor rose and stepped forward. "My lord, we have retrieved the anomalous barrier."
He handed over the cube. The sage’s projection accepted it without a word, though his gaze lingered on the cube longer than expected.
"You are dismissed."
A portal opened behind the pope, swirling with pale light. He stepped through and vanished.
Victor exhaled, then dismissed his soldiers. None of them knew what would happen next, but they understood sothing important had begun.
The Secret Realm of the Sages
This realm was hidden beyond the normal folds of existence. Massive palaces floated on islands of condensed starlight. Gigantic statues of ancient gods stretched toward a sky filled with galaxies.
No one entered here except sages in their true bodies.
The Sage of Light appeared inside a hall built from living crystal. His true body, a towering figure radiating an aura that lted space around him, stepped forward.
"Is this the object?" he asked.
"Yes," the incarnation answered before dissolving into particles.
The sage approached the floating cube. The land inside it rotated slowly, the tiny house shining faintly.
"This barrier..." he whispered. "It ignores my perception."
He pressed his hand on the cube. Nothing happened. He tried to crack it with his divine power. Still nothing.
Even soone at his level couldn’t make a scratch.
His face hardened. He closed his eyes and reached out ntally to the god he served.
Lord Yorichi, I have encountered sothing beyond our domain.
Show .
The sage projected the entire scene. The god of light, seated upon a throne of endless radiance in his own divine plane, examined the image. There was a long silence.
Finally, the god spoke.
"There is no weakness. No gap. No origin trace. This barrier cannot have been made by a mortal or a sage or even a god like . No one can create it."
The sage waited quietly.
"Place the cube in public," the god commanded. "Let the followers attempt to open it. If there is a chanism, soone might trigger it. If not, we lose nothing."
"As you command."
"And sage," the god added, "I want updates. This may involve sothing dangerous. Even I cannot pierce it."
The sage bowed his head. "Yes, my lord."
The cube was moved to the central plaza of the Church of Light. A massive shrine was built around it overnight. Divine barriers were installed to prevent attempts of theft, though everyone understood that if the barrier itself could resist a sage, no ordinary thief would be successful.
Word spread within hours. By the next sunrise, the plaza was overflowing with followers from every district.
Within three days, the entire planet knew.
A mysterious structure sealed by a perfect barrier.
A challenge issued by the Church of Light.
A reward beyond imagination for whoever could open it.
Lines ford that stretched for kiloters. Followers of every god ca.
Children. Soldiers. Priests. Wanderers. Even nobles. Everyone wanted to try their luck.
So prayed.
So placed their hands on the barrier.
So tried brute force.
So chanted divine spells.
None succeeded.
The barrier seed eternal.
Priests docunted every attempt. Scholars began making theories. Rumors ford in every corner of the planet.
So said it was a divine test.
So said it was created by an ancient god.
So said it was a sign of an incoming era shift.
So believed the dark apostle had sealed itself inside.
The Church of Light kept its promise. Anyone who managed to open the barrier would receive treasures blessed by the gods.
But days passed. Then weeks. Then a month.
Nothing changed.
Inside the barrier, surrounded by silence and untouched by the chaos outside, Ethan created golden seals day and night. His entire existence had beco cultivation.
The universe buzzed around him, but he remained still, unaware that he had already beco the center of the greatest mystery of the age of the Celestial Planet.
And sowhere in the void, the gods began paying more attention.
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