The Star Man and the rest of the Prima Deities under the dominion of the Lord of Ages were utterly stunned by the overwhelming army descending toward them, each figure exuding a formidable and terrifying aura. At the forefront stood ylin, the Depravita of Pride, her golden eyes radiating icy brutality, fully attuned to the waves of fear emanating from her enemies.
In a flash, ylin vanished, teleporting directly into the midst of the enemy battalion, utterly fearless despite the odds. A chilling silence fell montarily as a majestic lotus materialized around her—its seven layers shimring ominously with ethereal power.
The first layer was radiant, imbued with an extraordinary essence of Pride that seed capable of bending the universe around it. The second layer glowed with a weaker power as if not fully completed yet, pulsating subtly with an insatiable, devouring force—a representation of Gluttony itself. Though it was not yet at full bloom, it was already potent enough to shatter continents.
These two realms combined, generating a storm of energies that surged around ylin.
Gripping her swords, Hell and Abyss, ylin channeled her energies into the lotus, causing its petals to slowly unfurl. An eruption of power emanated from the blooming flower, significantly amplifying her already imnse presence. Without hesitation, she spun rapidly, wielding her weapons with terrifying precision, and creating a colossal tornado infused with destructive power.
The force of this whirlwind was devastatingly majestic, instantly scattering the surrounding Prima Deities in every direction. They struggled in vain as their formations collapsed, and negative energies infiltrated their minds, weakening them physically and ntally. Soon, the legion devolved into isolated, vulnerable targets.
ylin had not slacked off and had diligently cultivated both her Depravita powers and her ArchDeity cultivation technique. Although her strength was slightly inferior to Cain’s, she had still ascended to a realm where even Late Prima Deities could be crushed with relative ease.
However, ylin remained vigilant. She quickly noticed one figure resist her chaotic storm, pushing through with sheer determination—the Star Man. His spear blazed fiercely, radiating an intent that scread destruction as he lunged toward ylin, aiming directly for her head. Among his objectives, eliminating ylin was even more important than defeating Cain, so the spear carried every ounce of his formidable killing intent.
Yet, even as the spear approached with blinding speed, ylin’s expression remained unchanging—cool, composed, utterly calm. Just before the spear reached her, the lotus petals swiftly closed.
"CLANK!"
A sound of tal striking an immovable object resonated through the battlefield. The Star Man’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief as his powerful spear, capable of shattering mountains, failed to pierce the protective lotus. The defensive strength of ylin’s lotus surpassed even the Abyssal Wall utilized by Cain.
Unfortunately for the Star Man, there was no ti to ponder the mysteries behind ylin’s astonishing defense. In the next instant, Cain appeared suddenly by his side, crashing into him with the force of a teor. The trendous impact shattered his defenses and drove him into the earth below, forming an enormous crater and sending shockwaves that tore the ground asunder.
Barely sparing a glance toward the crater, ylin imdiately refocused her attention on the remaining Prima Deities. She chose the strongest among them, her lotus fully opening once again, further magnifying her strength as she surged forward, Hell and Abyss glittering darkly in her hands.
ylin’s cultivation technique, known as the Seven Realm Lotus, differed fundantally from traditional cultivation thods. Instead of following a rigid hierarchy of power, it required the cultivator to create seven unique Void Realms, each embodied within a layer of the lotus.
Each realm needed to be infused and evolved with cosmic forces. The greater the force, the more powerful the Seven Realm Lotus beca, magnifying all abilities associated with that cosmic essence. And if multiple cosmic forces possessed inherent synergy, the power of the lotus would amplify even further.
Naturally, as a Depravita, ylin chose to embody the Seven Deadly Sins, transforming her technique into the fearso Original Sin Immortal Bloom. With Pride and Gluttony assimilated into her lotus, each attack she unleashed beca a dreadful fusion of superiority and unending hunger, increasing in potency with every strike.
As ylin appeared before a Late Prima Deity, her swords flashed with ruthless precision. Sensing imminent danger, the deity panicked and ignited his life and soul force to summon an enormous glacial shield around himself, hoping desperately to slow or deflect her strike.
Unfortunately, ylin’s attack could not be stopped so easily. Her blades cut through the thick layers of ice, moving relentlessly toward her target. As the deity’s fear and despair peaked, those very emotions fueled the lotus and ylin’s own strength, causing her blades to pierce faster, deeper, until finally, they reached him, severing his head cleanly from his shoulders.
The brutal execution was not ylin’s final act. Her swords swiftly pierced both the fallen head and lifeless heart, and utilizing the Oniric Truth of Gluttony alongside her own Depravita nature, she began to voraciously consu the deity’s soul and life force. The grueso spectacle of draining the deity until nothing remained but a dried, lifeless husk filled the remaining enemies with unspeakable horror.
The Prima Deities under the Lord of Ages stared, frozen with dread. They had thought Cain was terrifying enough—a nightmarish entity whose re presence was suffused with overwhelming destruction. But ylin, the Depravita of Pride, proved herself to be equally monstrous, feeding not just on victory but the very essence of her defeated foes.
From within the crater, Cain observed ylin’s incredible display, a wide, approving smile forming on his lips. Her growth was impressive, her technique flawless, and her power undeniably overwhelming. But the mont his gaze fell back onto the battered body of the Star Man beneath him, that approving smile twisted into a predatory grin filled with dark anticipation.
The Star Man, barely conscious, looked up in horror and despair as he saw a red gate materializing, realizing in that instant that all resistance was futile.
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