The Main God Awakens, the Ultimate Trump Card

The Seven-Colored Judgment Divine Light descended from the nine heavens, spilling across the scarred and ravaged earth.

There was no deafening roar, no destructive impact, yet this seemingly righteous and vast divine radiance was more despair-inducing than the chaotic black mist filling the sky.

The moment the divine light touched the ground, every inch of Earth's soil, every wisp of remaining spiritual energy, and every living creature was firmly pinned down by an invisible, supreme rule.

The ordinary humans who had survived on the surface, the superpowered individuals lurking in various regions, and the remaining martial practitioners all froze in place, a bone-piercing, soul-shattering pain erupting from the depths of their spirits. It was the power of judgment originating from the supreme rules of the Heavens, identifying and liquidating all "rebellious beings" within this universe.

The Sacrificial Brand, accumulated over hundreds of millions of years, was activated in its entirety.

The Contract Marks that had originally lurked deep within the souls of all living things, silently devouring the essence of their fortune, emerged completely under the guidance of the divine light. They transformed into countless fine, blood-colored patterns that crawled across the surface of everyone's soul.

"It hurts... it feels like my soul is being stripped away!"

"Something is draining my life, draining everything in this world!"

Suppressed cries of pain rose one after another from the ground. Countless people trembled, yet they could not move a single finger. The rules of judgment locked their bodies and souls, forcing them to watch helplessly as their vitality was continuously stripped away, turning into wisps of white vapor that flowed back along the descending seven-colored divine light toward the depths of the Heavens beyond this dimension.

This was the liquidation of the Supreme of the Heavens.

There was no need for an army to descend, no need to strike in person.

By relying solely on the top-tier cosmic rules, they could follow the ancient sacrificial contract to harvest all the foundations this universe had accumulated over hundreds of millions of years, uprooting everything until not a blade of grass remained.

Above the void, Frieza's body was wreathed in surging, bone-white Emperor Energy, layers of energy barriers desperately resisting the falling judgment light. His scarlet pupils were fixed on the cracks in the firmament, and for the first time, his typically indifferent and ruthless eyes surged with extreme fury.

As the Galactic Overlord, he had campaigned across countless star sectors, leveled innumerable civilizations, and held the power of life and death over myriad beings; his proud bones had never bowed to any powerhouse. Yet today, the combat power he relied on for his peak, the fruits of his lifelong conquests, and the fortune of the entire galaxy he controlled had all become fish on the chopping block of the Heavens, harvested and plundered at will.

"Despicable tactics."

A cold whisper escaped Frieza's teeth. As his Emperor Energy erupted with full force, the void was torn into dense, black fissures by the sheer pressure of his aura. He struggled to shatter the blood-colored contract brand appearing on his skin, but for every layer he destroyed, ten or a hundred new patterns instantly sprouted, clinging tightly to the origin of his soul.

The contract was carved into the foundation of the universe, long since fused with the souls of all beings within it.

Defying the Heavens and rebelling against them—how difficult it was.

Kallen stood beneath the clouds, his body burning with purple Saiyan Battle Qi, golden Battle Patterns covering his neck and cheeks. The boiling battle blood of a pure-blooded Saiyan allowed him to remain standing tall despite the extreme suppression of the judgment, without bowing or kneeling in the slightest.

He watched with his own eyes as the vitality of the earth beneath his feet flowed away rapidly, watching the mountains and forests wither, watching the rivers and streams slowly dry up. In just a few short breaths, the once broken yet vibrant Earth had lost most of its life, resembling a desolate, apocalyptic wasteland.

"The Heavens view all living things as straw dogs and the universe as a granary, devouring us ceaselessly for eons. Now that we have rebelled, they intend to wipe us out entirely."

Kallen's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes filled with cold frost. "The world our ancient ancestors died to protect must not perish like this."

Beside him, the Golden Full-Power Super Saiyan hovered silently in the void. His state of mind, tempered by the passage of eons, had long been undisturbed, but as he looked at the judgment light spilling from the sky and the despair of all living things, a monstrous tide finally rose in his steady eyes.

He had lived the longest, witnessing the countless glories and declines of this universe. He had seen brilliant ancient sages break through the limits of combat power, seen prosperous civilizations traverse the star seas, and seen countless geniuses attempt to transcend the shackles of their dimension.

In the past, he had never understood why this universe produced so many geniuses with potential that surpassed the Heavens, yet they remained trapped in a low dimension, unable to take that step toward transcendence.

Until today, when the ancient secret was revealed, all his doubts were cleared.

It was not that the beings were not strong enough, nor that the Heavenly Dao was flawed; rather, from the moment of their birth, their fate had been sealed.

All the struggle, all the breakthroughs, all the glory—it was all merely cultivating nourishment for the Heavens beyond. The stronger and more peak-level one became, the heavier the essence that was harvested.

How absurd, how tragic.

"Submission is a slow death; rebellion is instant annihilation," the Golden Super Saiyan sighed softly, his tone heavy. "The Heavens and the Chaos have long since laid out an unsolvable death trap, locking this universe away for eons."

Deep within the void fissures, the boundless black shadow of the Chaos King slowly stretched.

The previously silent and suppressed chaotic aura now surged like a waking, world-ending torrent, spreading wildly. The Chaos essence, suppressed by the ancient contract for hundreds of millions of years, had completely broken free from the shackles of the rules. That terrifying power, capable of devouring galaxies and destroying dimensions, caused the entire void to collapse and tremble continuously.

The previous Chaos Legion had been nothing but the low-level minions of the Chaos Clan; the true power of the Chaos Supreme had always been imprisoned by the contract, unable to manifest fully.

But now, the contract was loosening, the rules were shattering, and the shackles were already teetering.

"Foolish Fate Defier."

The Chaos King's hollow eyes looked down upon the earth, his cold voice echoing through the world with an indifference and mockery that saw through everything. "Do you think that overturning the sacrificial chessboard brings a new beginning? Little do you know, the moment you break the cage is the beginning of a double catastrophe."

"Having lost their source of nourishment for eons, the Heavens will exhaust all their power to crush this universe and slaughter every rebel."

"My Chaos Clan has broken free from the shackles of the Heavenly contract; with no more restraints, we shall traverse the multiverse and devour all realms."

"This tiny universe, caught between two top-tier catastrophes, has nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. It will only be ground into nothingness by the supreme power of both sides."

Every word and sentence was a cold pronouncement of fate.

The ancient chessboard had never offered a path to survival.

Submit, and become eternal nourishment, slowly withering away.

Rebel, and trigger a war between the Heavens and Chaos, instantly turning to dust.

Lin Chen stood at the center of the earth's formation eye, his ancient golden hair fluttering without wind. The light of his ancient bloodline flowed over his body, flickering as he endured the most terrifying double suppression in the world.

Above his head was the rule-based liquidation of the Heavenly Judgment; beneath his feet was the erosion of the world-ending aura of the unleashed Chaos. These two supreme powers, spanning the multiverse, locked him firmly in place. His soul and body trembled violently, as if he would be torn apart at any moment.

Yet his spine remained as straight as a pine, and there was no despair in his eyes—only extreme calmness and depth.

He had unraveled the ancient secret and awakened the forbidden memories of the past. From the moment he learned of his fate, he had already anticipated the worst possible outcome.

So what if it was a death trap?

For hundreds of millions of years, countless beings in this universe had never known the truth, living in ignorance and willing to be reduced to nourishment. But they were the first in eons to see through the chessboard and dare to defy their fate.

Even if the path ahead was a bottomless abyss, an unsolvable death trap, it was far better than living in ignorance and being slaughtered at the whim of others.

"If the chessboard is unsolvable, then I shall reset the game myself."

Lin Chen slowly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of chaotic black mist and the descending divine light of the heavens to stare directly at the seven supreme figures hidden beyond the dimension.

His ancient golden bloodline power boiled over completely, and the ancient formation rooted in the earth's focal point lit up once more with a dim golden glow. The shattered fragments of the Four-Force Heaven-Suppressing Seal trembled slightly in the void; the four top-tier origins crossed their barriers to resonate once again, giving birth to a faint yet incredibly tenacious aura of defiance against fate.

Just then, from deep within the earth, came a distant, vast heartbeat that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years.

Thump—

Thump—

Thump—

The sound was not loud, yet it pierced through the judgment imprisonment of the heavenly light and overwhelmed the world-destroying pressure of the chaotic torrent, ringing out with absolute clarity across the entire world.

The entire shaking, collapsing Earth suddenly fell silent.

The frantically draining vitality of the world instantly stagnated.

The blood-colored contract imprints that had been growing wantonly all froze in place.

The surging, rampant chaotic origin inexplicably stalled.

The Seven-Colored Judgment Divine Light descending from the nine heavens swayed slightly, as if encountering extreme restraint and suppression.

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they subconsciously looked toward the broken earth beneath their feet, toward the deepest core of this world.

"What power is this?" Kallen's pupils constricted, his face full of shock.

He had campaigned across the star seas for endless ages, seen the powerhouses of the heavens, stepped through chaotic rifts, and come into contact with countless top-tier origins, yet he had never felt such an ancient, vast, and heavy aura.

It was not fierce, not violent, and lacked the terrifying pressure to crush all things, yet it carried a supreme authority that seemed to govern this world and rule over the ages.

It was as if all the rules, all the origins, and all the cycles of time in this universe originated from this single strand of aura.

Frieza restrained the restless imperial power around him, a look of gravity appearing in his scarlet eyes for the first time: "This low-dimensional universe actually hides a foundation of this level?"

The Golden Super Saiyan stared fixedly at the depths of the earth, his heart, which had been silent for eons, in complete turmoil as he muttered: "After the defeat in the ancient times, all supreme powers in this universe withered away, the Heavenly Dao shattered, and the origins were lost; there were no supreme beings left... What exactly is this power?"

Only Lin Chen felt his mind shake violently; the forbidden memories just unlocked in his mind surged wildly, and the shattered images of eons past were constantly pieced together and overlapped.

In the ancient war of world destruction, the heavens pressed in, Chaos betrayed them, and this universe retreated step by step. The sages fought with their blood until the very last moment, but they were ultimately unable to turn the tide.

The foundation of the universe was damaged, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, and the race was on the verge of extinction.

To preserve the living beings of the ages, their ancestors painfully signed a sacrificial contract, using their own universe as a cage and all living things as nourishment to trade for a sliver of survival for their race.

The world knew that in the ancient war, this universe was completely defeated, and all the supremes, sages, and war gods had fallen.

But the deepest secret of the ages, the ultimate truth that had been sealed away and known to no one, was now completely revealed.

They had not all fallen.

They had cast themselves into slumber, sealing their origins and lying dormant for eons.

Rumble—

The earth shook violently, thousands of mountains trembled, and huge gullies cracked open across the vast, broken land.

An infinitely heavy, earth-colored origin gushed out from underground, mixed with the vast and ancient Dao rhymes of the universe, slowly rising toward the firmament.

A blurry, vast, and boundless giant phantom slowly rose from the deepest part of the earth's core.

The phantom was entirely hazy; one could not see its specific features or distinguish its gender. It leaked no terrifying pressure, yet it occupied the entire sky of this world.

It stood in the center of the heavenly light and the chaotic black mist like the unchanging core of this universe, and its eyes, silent for hundreds of millions of years, slowly opened.

In an instant, the ages fell silent.

All the judgment divine light stopped flowing, and all the chaotic aura stopped its rampage.

Beyond the outer dimensions, those seven supreme auras that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years felt clear ripples of dread for the first time, and the judgment power that had been steadily pressing down suddenly retracted by a third.

The massive black shadow of the Chaos King trembled violently, and for the first time, the indifference in his hollow, cold eyes faded, replaced by extreme dread and terror.

"Realm Overlord... you have not been completely annihilated!"

The Chaos King's hoarse, low roar tore through the sky, filled with unbelievable panic.

The knowledge of hundreds of millions of years and the conclusions of the ancient chess game collapsed completely at this moment.

The supremes of the heavens thought this universe had long since become a dead land of nourishment waiting to be harvested, with no power to resist.

The Chaos Clan thought the ancient Overlord had long since died in battle and been completely wiped out on the ancient battlefield.

But no one had expected that after that earth-shattering ancient defeat, the supreme ruler of this universe, the true Realm Overlord of this world, had not perished.

It had...