The Sun Lord now resembled a celestial warrior, radiating unmatched divine power and solar majesty. His form was tall, muscular, and godlike, embodying the unstoppable force of the sun itself. His skin glead with golden energy, like molten celestial tal forged from the heart of a star. Intricate, swirling solar patterns flowed across his chest, arms, and legs, radiating fiery light with every movent. A glowing solar core pulsed at the center of his chest, emanating an intense, blinding radiance that signified his boundless energy.
His wings were vast and radiant, composed of streams of golden energy and solar flares, fanning out behind him like the brilliant corona of a sun. They shimred with power, adorned by intricate, flowing designs that crackled with celestial heat, trailing light like cot tails in a cosmic void.
A fierce, burning halo blazed above his head, while his crown of golden flas flared like a starburst, emphasizing his divine status as the sovereign of solar might. His face was obscured by light, a mask of pure energy, exuding both awe and terror.
In his hand, he wielded an ornate, colossal spear of fire and light, its shaft etched with celestial symbols, and its blade radiating with solar flares—like a concentrated beam of the sun itself. Sparks and flas burst around him, and the air rippled with raw solar power, marking him as an unstoppable force of cosmic dominion.
While the Sun Lord radiated pure rage and hatred as he gazed into the Neo-Demon’s eyes, Cain wore a wide, feral grin, brimming with excitent—as if this monuntal clash was a thrilling ga to him.
"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!"
The energy between the Sun Lord’s spear and Cain’s dark sword reached a breaking point, sending both figures rolling through the chaotic skies for hundreds of kiloters before they could regain control over their bodies. Cain’s wings flared, his stance sharpening with anticipation as he prepared to flash forward once more. But suddenly, his eyes narrowed, sensing sothing beyond the confines of the Sun Lord’s Divine Kingdom.
Powerful consciousnesses spread across the chaos beyond, vast and terrible. One in particular rose above all others—an ocean of psychic power and soul force, a pressure that surged toward the Divine Kingdom, its intent razor-sharp, ready to seize Cain in its grasp.
The Sun Lord’s vicious smile twisted further as he saw the aura of an ArchDeity descending toward his Divine Kingdom. He had long since fallen from grace due to his crumbling cultivation, but it seed that the mighty being still cared enough about appearances to intervene when one of the Prima Deities beneath them was under attack.
A twisted desire surged in the Sun Lord’s heart—he longed to see the expression on Cain’s face when the weight of an ArchDeity bore down upon him.
But instead of fear or dread, the only thing the Sun Lord saw was Cain’s wide, brutal grin.
"ZNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Just as the ArchDeity’s soul power and consciousness were about to breach the golden barrier of the Sun Lord’s Divine Kingdom, an overwhelming force erupted, so imnse that it blasted away the chaotic tides in an instant.
A heartbeat later, a vision appeared that left the Sun Lord and the surrounding entities frozen in shock—the phantom of a colossal, five-headed dragon. This dragon exuded an aura so mighty it seed she could crush normal Divine Kingdoms beneath her claws. Her very presence bent the fabric of reality, her roar reverberating across dinsions.
The ArchDeity’s soul force, mighty and ancient, froze as he recognized the aura of the Dragon Empress. Soon, his presence condensed, forming a gargantuan figure in the chaos—one that, while vast and terrifying, did not stand above the Dragon Empress in authority.
The entity manifested as an imnse figure composed of dark, swirling tendrils—black as the void of space—with molten golden veins streaking across his body like cracks in a dying star. His chest burned with a blazing, radiant core, a swirling heart of apocalyptic energy. His eyes were searing points of light, golden-orange in their intensity, and his jagged, fanged mouth crackled with cosmic fire, though the rest of his face was a silhouette of pure darkness. His tendrils and limbs stretched far into the void, twisting like chaotic storms, entwined with fragnts of shattered planets and ancient debris.
"Dragon Empress, what is the aning of this?" the Archdeity spoke, his voice booming across the chaos, echoing like the roar of a collapsing star. His aura was unveiled, boundless and domineering, unrestrained in the slightest.
"ArchDeities must not attack the Divine Kingdoms of Prima Deities unless directly offended," the ArchDeity intoned, his voice laced with cosmic authority. "I know of the Sun Lord’s moves against your sect in the First Realm, but that does not constitute a direct offense."
Tiamat, the Dragon Empress, gazed at the colossal figure. While there was no fear in her eyes, a flash of caution and respect glimred as she responded. "Lord of the Void, you are correct. I have no right to attack the Sun Lord, which is why I am not doing so. I am rely lending a hand to the Scarlet King."
Her voice was calm, yet filled with quiet power. After ensuring she had the Lord of the Void’s attention, she continued, her tone sharp and cutting. "The Sun Lord sent an avatar to the First Realm to kill him, but he failed. Now, the Scarlet King has risen, and he has co to enact his rightful vengeance."
The eyes of the Lord of the Void narrowed, his golden light flaring brighter as he heard Tiamat’s words. His form shifted, the tendrils writhing as his vast intellect processed her explanation.
Yet even as the Dragon Empress spoke, the Lord of the Void did not imdiately stand down. After all, even if the Sun Lord had lost much of his value, simply abandoning him could harm the Lord of the Void’s own status and influence within the chaos beyond the realms, which would be a big problem in the future.
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