The Finale

Oppose him?

That wasn't opposition. That was courting death!

Every god present had weathered countless storms.

Even the lowly God of Light had lived through events like the Zerg invasion and witnessed the prosperity and rise of entire races.

But now, forget small fry like the God of Light—even in the eyes of regional overlords, existences older than the age of dinosaurs, this was utterly inconceivable, impossible to understand. They would rather believe they had fallen under an illusion!

Gods were not truly that powerful before the sheer scale of the universe. Their current limit was merely ruling over stars.

It was only theorized that Galactic Core consciousness might emerge in the future, perhaps allowing them to go even further. But the time required was so vast that even gods could not wait for it.

Yet judging from what was happening before them, even if a ruler of the Milky Way truly appeared, they still could not accomplish something like this, could they?

He controlled the Galactic Core's stars like yo-yos, forcibly kneading them into a black hole that met his requirements. On top of that, he had completely suppressed the terrifying gamma-ray bursts that had originally been colliding!

He made it barehanded?

That was too absurd!

All the gods present combined would not be enough for him to knead once!

"Your will is our pursuit."

"We shall obey your will!"

"Is this... the road ahead?"

"At last, we see hope again!"

"..."

Who said gods were arrogant?

Who said gods could not flatter others?

They simply had never encountered someone worthy of flattering before!

Even a lofty God King could not necessarily take down small fry like the God of Light with ease.

Aside from places like the Galactic Core, one could flee by jumping into the Abyssal cesspit