"Arora,"
he murmured softly, his voice filled with both contempt and mockery.
"You are nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in my long journey,"
King of Reincarnation continued.
"You are the aggregate of the resentment of those weaklings I cast aside, the final wail of the ants that once trembled beneath my feet. To me, your existence is merely proof—proof of my supreme status in the universe, proof of my greatness and inviolability."
"You may be strong,"
King of Reincarnation sneered.
"but in the end, you are only my shadow, a part of my power. As King of Reincarnation, as the ruler of this universe, how could I possibly lose to my own shadow, to the resentment of those ants that once trembled beneath my feet? You, Arora, are merely an interlude in my long years, a small test of my power."
As he spoke, King of Reincarnation slowly raised his right hand and gently extended a finger toward Arora.
At that moment, the entire universe seemed to fall still. The starlight turned dim and lusterless, the Devouring Power of the black holes temporarily stagnated, and every law and rule lost its proper force, all waiting for King of Reincarnation's next move.
A strange radiance began to gather at King of Reincarnation's fingertip.
Black and white intertwined within it, life and death merging as one. It contained both the chaos and primitiveness of the universe's birth, as well as the despair and finality of its destruction.
It was the most primordial and pure symbol of power in the universe, the embodiment of King of Reincarnation's profound understanding of the Cosmic Laws, and proof of his complete mastery over the essence of power.
"You cannot withstand this strike,"
King of Reincarnation said.
"This is my profound understanding of the