The void trembled, and countless laws wailed.
Chu Hang stood suspended in the air.
The corpse of the Living Tribunal, a being capable of judging the Multiverse, was now little more than a feast. A black vortex appeared in Chu Hang's palm, devouring it with a frenzy that seemed capable of swallowing the heavens.
Devour!
At Chu Hang's silent command, the flames of his Phoenix Origin surged. They swept the golden-red motes symbolizing supreme authority into his body.
There was nothing gentle about the fusion.
There was only absolute suppression and complete reforging.
Within his Inner Universe, the fourteen distinct laws were forcibly crushed and remade.
Time and space ceased to exist as independent dimensions. Instead, they became the firm foundation beneath his divine throne.
Life and death were no longer the endpoints of a repeating cycle. They became strings he could pluck at will.
And the concepts of arbitration and balance inherited from the Living Tribunal?
They had once been the authority of the Old Gods.
Now they had become the very nerves running through this New God's body!
Hum—
Countless intricate, arcane runes burst across Chu Hang's skin.
They were no gift from heaven and earth. They were the instinctive tremors of laws submitting to their new sovereign.
He merely stood there, and the rules of reality within three meters of him collapsed.
Chains of causality snapped. Physical constants fluctuated wildly out of control.
He no longer belonged to this universe.
Put another way, the universe itself was close to being unable to contain his existence as a true god!
Deathly silence filled the Ark's main control room.
The only sound was the shrill alarm of overloaded instruments, echoing through the room.
"Damn it! Damn it! JARVIS, cut off every sensor, now!"
Tony Stark's face had gone