Lucifer knelt on one knee, both hands clamped over his eyes, and roared through gritted teeth at the figure ahead:
"Chu Men! That's the old man's decree of creation!"
"He's trying to reset all matter in this dimension to before the Big Bang! Hurry, use your thoughts to block it!"
Below the dais, the twenty-four elders, who had been silenced, felt that vast divine might.
Every one of them was moved to tears, prostrating themselves and frantically kowtowing to that mass of pure-white Holy Spirit.
At the very center of that incandescent ocean of light, powerful enough to erase every material structure.
Chu Men stood where he was. Not only did he not dodge, he even narrowed his eyes slightly.
He raised his right pinky and leisurely picked his nose.
"Why have your high beams on in broad daylight? You're blinding people."
Chu Men looked at the supreme Holy Spirit before him, growing brighter and brighter as it tried to reduce even his skin cells to elementary particles, and muttered inwardly:
This old man's putting on quite a power-hungry show.
"But here's the thing. The power company happens to be imposing rolling blackouts in this part of Heaven today. The whole grid's down."
Buzzz...!!
High overhead, that pure-white mass of light, which had been expanding endlessly and represented the supreme truth of the multiverse.
Its light suddenly sputtered and flickered violently twice, like an old bulb with an unstable voltage!
A grand consciousness, its fluctuations clearly tinged with astonishment, emanated from within the Holy Spirit:
"How can this be? I am the source of creation, light itself. Who dares sever my..."
"Sever, my ass. Ever heard of having your power cut off for unpaid bills?"
Chu Men flicked a speck of dust off his fingertip, stepped forward, and puffed out