A solemn expression settled across ylin's face as she covered the retreat of the forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance. She had grown trendously powerful during the Empyrean-Root War. As the only True Depravita, she could channel the vast tides of psychic energy flooding the battlefield, and the constant clash between life and death had pushed her cultivation to soar at an astonishing pace. At tis, she even wondered if she might now rival the strength of her teacher, the Demon King.
Yet the tremor they had just witnessed made her feel small.
It was not simply powerful-it was transcendent, as though it belonged to a realm of existence she had yet to even glimpse. The more she reflected on its implications, the heavier the burden pressing upon her shoulders beca.
Even though the Crimson Exarch stood as the Warmaster of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance, ylin could not bring herself to place her full trust in him. Because of that, she pushed herself relentlessly, striving to bear as much responsibility as possible for the safety of the universe.
It was not only her connection to Cain that drove her.
Though she had originally been born in the Crimson World and had forged many bonds there, the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe had always felt more like ho. That feeling stemd largely from the Aegon Family-the place where she had once lived as Beelze. She had reconnected with them, and even though they shared no blood ties, ylin could feel their sincerity. They saw her as family.
It was a bond she had never experienced within the Moon Cult. And it was sothing she would protect with her life.
By the ti her thoughts settled, the Alliance forces had already withdrawn far from the Worlds of the Root. Only then did ylin
allow herself a mont to relax. She was just about to return to the golden stronghold when a voice echoed inside her mind.
"Co to see ."
ylin's eyes widened.
"Anark?"
The True Depravita of Original Sin was stunned to hear the voice of the True Primordial of the Void. According to his last ssage, he had ventured into a unique dinsion where only Primordials were accepted-a place so dangerous that even he had not known if he would return alive.
Hearing his voice again, steady and clear, filled her with imnse relief. Unlike Noah, Anark was soone ylin trusted without hesitation.
Not only was the True Primordial of the Void soone that Cain had known from a very young age, and whom he considered a brother. Anark, who had proven again and again that he would protect the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe with his life if necessary.
Having that type of ally return brought ylin a great deal of peace. Without wasting a second, she ensured the Alliance forces were safe before following the coordinates that appeared in her mind alongside his ssage.
Hours later, the True Depravita of Original Sin arrived at a desolate region of space.
There was nothing there.
No stars. No life. Even the laws of reality felt faint and unstable, as though they barely held together.
The silence was absolute.
But it did not last.
In the next instant, the fabric of reality shattered.
A hand tore through space itself, breaking it apart like fragile glass. ylin's eyes widened in shock. She could collapse reality with her full power, but it would require imnse effort. Yet this hand had done it effortlessly, as though tearing paper.
From that fractured void stepped a figure.
It was Anark.
His white hair and violet eyes remained unchanged, but sothing about him had transford on a fundantal level. It was not that he radiated overwhelming power-on the contrary, despite being a Late Alpha Oga Overgod, ylin could not sense even the faintest trace of energy from him.
There were only two possible explanations.
Either he had beco a powerless mortal...
-or the True Primordial of the Void had transcended to a level her soul could not even perceive.
Anark was about to speak when his gaze shifted sharply to the side.
"I wanted a private conversation," he said calmly, "but I suppose this concerns you as well."
There was no imdiate response.
Then Anark clenched his fist.
A sharp crack echoed through space.
Another figure appeared.
Noah.
The Crimson Exarch stood before them, his usual smile gone, replaced by a look of deep focus as he stared at Anark.
"You managed to reach within the Endless River," Noah said, his tone serious. "I knew there was an ancient inheritance waiting within the Primordial Sanctuary, but this..." He paused briefly. "This exceeds
my expectations."
He clasped his hands together, his gaze unwavering.
"I am impressed," he added. "You have earned my sincere respect."
Then, as quickly as it had vanished, his smile returned, his tone
shifting into sothing almost jovial.
"I always thought my brother would be the first life form to break the limits of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe and reach the Fourth Realm," Noah continued. "But it seems you were faster."
ylin's eyes widened as she heard those words, her entire body
shaking.
She turned toward Anark, utterly speechless.
The Fourth Realm.
She had always known it as sothing distant-sothing mythological, a level of existence beyond reach. And yet, here he
stood, calm and composed, as though such transcendence were
nothing extraordinary.
Noticing her reaction, a faint smile appeared on Anark's face.
He took a slow breath.
In the next mont, sothing incredible happened.
Around his forehead, ten radiant stars began to manifest.
They floated in a perfect orbit, each one shining with a brilliance that seed to surpass the very laws of the universe. Their light was not rely energy-it was sothing deeper, sothing fundantal.
The Stars of Origin.
ylin's eyes glowed with pure, unrestrained awe as she gazed upon
them. Each star pulsed with a power that stood above reality itself, as though they were anchors of existence rather than products of it.
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