Emperor of Light and Emperor of Darkness, the Possibility of Breaking the Shackles of the Heavenly Dao's Status

The faint ripples in Lufa's eyes, stirred by thoughts of the future, gradually subsided.

The distant Earth and the mysterious Heavens could be set aside for now.

His battlefield was here.

On Ares.

At the same time, in a higher dimension that could not be sensed, understood, or even imagined.

There was a "place" beyond the description of any language.

There was no up or down, no left or right, no past or future.

There was only the endless River of Light, flowing with the pure origins of light and order.

Every stream of light seemed like a surging timeline, an evolving possibility, an independent yet interconnected Cosmic Bubble.

Countless Rivers of Light converged, branched, and intertwined, forming a vast and boundless Multiverse Web.

This was the "heart" of the Light Universe, the ultimate source and destination of all order, laws, and powers aligned with the light.

And at the very center, in the deepest reaches of this Light Web, stood a figure whose "size" and "form" could not be described.

That was Emperor Prime.

It was not an armored incarnation summoned on some planet, nor was it some manifested combat form. It was the very concept of "Emperor," that Status, that will which commanded the endless laws of the light.

He was the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao, the embodiment of the Light Universe's order, the supreme existence spanning countless timelines, dimensions, and possibilities.

At this moment, that supreme figure looked toward one place.

His "gaze" swept past the countless rushing Rivers of Light before finally settling upon one relatively "slender" timeline, which was now trembling violently and had even sprouted a tiny "tributary" from its main branch.

Within the Cosmic Bubble corresponding to that timeline was reflected the bloody coronation tragedy at the Imperial Court of Ares Planet,