The Public Reveal: They Were All Avatars? The Entire Universe Leaps to Conclusions

Above the sea of stars at the end of all things, the storm had yet to subside.

The cores of the four Aeons' powers hung in the void like extinguished stars, shedding a dim afterglow. At the center of the shattered star tracks stood fifty towering phantoms, each radiating a different law. Silent as gods returned to their thrones, they surrounded the Astral Express.

At that moment, every communications network in the known universe fell silent.

From the Interastral Peace Corporation's strategic fleets and the six flagships of the Xianzhou Alliance to the Garden of Recollection's mirror terminals scattered across the stars, trillions of beings held their breath before the projections, watching the divine throne suspended above those godlike figures.

Herta stood on the space station's ruined deck, all ten mechanical fingers clamped around an alloy railing. Her knuckles scraped against it with a piercing screech. General Jing Yuan's palm was slick with cold sweat where it gripped his blade, and the Divine General's phantom behind him did not dare take shape.

Too powerful.

So powerful that even the Aeons, who had ruled the cosmos for countless ages, were nothing but prey to be stripped of their powers before the Imaginary Divine Court.

On the Astral Express's deck, the coffee in Himeko's cup had long gone cold. Welt pushed up the glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose. The base of his cane had sunk three inches into the reinforced steel floor.

"It's over." Welt's voice was hoarse and shook with near-exhaustion. "The Express has witnessed the birth of a supreme age beyond every Path."

Just as awe and terror reached their peak across the universe, the supreme figure in the void moved.

The fifty terrifying Avatars whose presence had weighed upon the stars faded into light at once. Like streams flowing backward, they all poured into the black-haired young man at the center.

Su Chen let out a long breath.

He was exhausted. Precisely controlling fifty Avatars at full power through an intense battle across star systems had nearly drained his mind dry. Now that the Aeons had fallen, the Stellarons were gone, and not a single threat remained in the universe, he could not be bothered to keep up the act.

Su Chen rose from the throne and casually brushed the dust from his sleeve. Through the imaginary light screen broadcasting to the entire universe, he spoke evenly:

"Everyone, there's no need to guess anymore."

"There was never any Imaginary Divine Court. I was the Female Lord of the Fourth Seat. I was Satoru Gojo of the Seventh Seat. Aizen, Madara, and Esdeath were all me too."

Su Chen looked at the stunned Astral Express Crew with an earnest expression. "From beginning to end, I was the Divine Court's only member. The others were just doubles I projected through special means. This farce ends here. You can all get back to your lives."

His cool voice carried across three thousand worlds.

One second.

Five seconds.

For ten whole seconds, a silence as deep as the Abyss engulfed the universe.

Himeko froze.

Xingbao's mouth fell open. The baseball bat in her hand clanged against her toes, but she did not even feel the pain.

Yet the truth did not dawn on everyone as he had expected.

After that brief silence, uncontrollable laughter tore through the void. Deep within an imaginary rift, Aha rolled about laughing, his wild mirth shattering three dead stars.

Then, inside the Matrix of Prescience aboard the Xianzhou Luofu, Fu Xuan swayed violently. Blood nearly surged up her throat. She stared at the celestial instrument as it began turning again, her eyes red, and rasped, "One man manifested three thousand worlds and held the imaginary river in the palm of his hand. His Divinity bore the karma of the entire Divine Court alone."

Jing Yuan abruptly closed his eyes and drew a sharp breath. His expression turned solemn. "So that's it. His Divinity invented the 'gods of the Divine Court' to shield all living beings from the despair of knowing how vast the gulf between us truly is."

On the Express's deck, Herta's projection flickered violently. The surge of her emotions burned out three remote servers. "Invented? Doubles? Liar. Do you think a lie that flimsy could fool the Genius Society? How could one person simultaneously embody the steadfastness of Preservation, the resolve of Destruction, the absolute zero of Nihility, and the pure laws of space?"

A feverish tremor entered Herta's voice. "There is only one explanation. Lord Su Chen is the manifestation of the imaginary universe's primordial will. The Divine Court has always belonged to him alone. He is its source, the master of all things."

On the Stellaron Hunters' bridge, Kafka slowly closed her eyes, a pale, self-mocking smile touching her lips. "Elio, look. A god is trying to comfort us in the language of mortals."

Su Chen stood rooted to the spot, watching the notifications explode across the system interface. The corner of his eye twitched hard.

[Core figures throughout the universe have reached profound enlightenment.]

[Shock Points have exceeded the ten-billion limit. Data overflow detected. System core logic overloaded and shutting down.]

Su Chen rubbed his aching brow. The entire universe's talent for reading far too much into things was beyond saving.