At the center of the dark sky above Magic City, a bottomless rift opened.
It was not a tear in physical space, but a collapse and reshaping of the laws themselves.
A cold, pure will to kill poured from the rift and swept across all of Blue Star.
Inside the Command Center, Dies Martin's Divine Power Incarnation stared fixedly toward the Cultivation Room.
"He succeeded?"
"He actually succeeded!"
Alesha's Night Domain surfaced around her on its own, yet it trembled faintly before this newborn presence.
Even her cool voice carried an uncontrollable tremor.
"This isn't an ordinary success."
"The pressure of this Godhead, the density of its power, the sheer dominance of its laws—they've gone far beyond the realm of a Lower God."
"Just how much Divine Essence did Mr. Shadow put into it?"
No one could answer.
Yet everyone seemed to know.
High above the endless Void, the vast Radiant Divine Kingdom Cluster fell silent as one.
Every resounding hymn to the light stopped short.
Every god of light who sensed that presence sprang from their Divine Throne in shock, Divine Might spilling from them beyond their control.
In the Undead World, the rushing River Styx abruptly stopped flowing.
At the bottom of the Abyss, even the roaring Demon Gods of destruction fell silent.
Plague Throat Father Nogros and Light-Devouring Maw Urganos, who had only just fled back to their lairs, felt their Divine Souls nearly split apart.
They knew this presence all too well.
But compared with before, its strength and purity had increased a hundredfold—and more!
He had used the spoils of slain gods to forge his own Divine Throne!
Inside the Cultivation Room.
Qin Chuan slowly opened his eyes.
The entire world looked different to him now.
He could "see" the threads of space, "hear" the