On the ruins of the Primordial Heaven, two figures faced each other from afar.
The Heavenly Realm is no longer the Heavenly Realm. The Cornerstone upon which countless Primordial God once lived and cultivated has been reduced to Endless fragments, floating in the chaotic Void. On those fragments, one can still vaguely see the former glory—broken pillars, collapsed temples, shattered divine runes, all telling the story of a long-gone era.
Void storm surged in from all directions, carrying fragments of laws and Space-Time turbulence, howling across this desolate ruin.
Lancelot stood atop the largest fragment.
His jet-black hair, tinged with golden light, danced wildly in the storm, like night pouring into chaos. That hair, which had accompanied Lancelot, had been stained with the blood of countless powerful figures and witnessed the Termination of one force after another. Now, each strand was crystal clear, as if every hair contained a timeline of annihilation. His eyes were pure gold, with a galaxy swirling deep within his pupils—not ordinary galaxies, but the light emanating from countless worlds, reflected in his eyes, as if he were simultaneously communicating with the World Will.
Lancelot held the Destruction Long Spear, its blade as black as Abyss, its surface engraved with countless divine runes. These runes resembled curses of the end, each one enough to make even True God tremble.
At this moment, all the divine runes dimmed, not because their power was exhausted, but because they were waiting, waiting for the moment when their master needed them, so that they could burn again, be released again, and once again completely erase a certain being from the pages of the universe.
But his opponent today is not someone whose divine markings can be easily erased.
Lancelot looked up and gazed at the person opposite him.
On the other side of the Void, the God of Law stood silently upon the ruins.
His form is not enormous, yet he gives the illusion of "filling the heavens and the earth"—not because of his immense size, but because of the weight of his very existence. As he stands there, the surrounding Void freezes automatically, the storm subsides, and the fragments cease to float. It is as if his very existence is an order, a law, an absolute will that puts everything in its proper place.
His body was formed from pure power of order, with countless intricate patterns of laws flowing across his surface. Each of those patterns was a law, each having once sustained the life and death of billions of beings in some world. There was the Law of Gravity determined the movement of stars, the Decree of Causality that determined the Samsara of life, and the law of entropy that determined the flow of time—all these laws converged upon him, making him the embodiment of order and the symbol of existence.
Above His head floated the Holy Grail of Origin.
The Holy Grail was forged from the purest crystal of order, its body as clear as crystal, with the first light of the laws that flowed within it at the beginning of the universe. That light was not fiery, but cold, absolute light of "existence"—it was neither warm, nor merciful, nor even evil, but simply proclaimed: wherever I shine, there shall be existence.
At this moment, there is a deep crack on the surface of the Holy Grail, the bottom of which can be seen.
Those were the scars left by the God of Battle in their last encounter.
The God of Law raised his hand and gently stroked the crack. His movements were slow and light, yet they carried an indescribable weight—as if he were not caressing a divine artifact, but rather soothing a wounded world.
"Lord of Endless".
The God of Law spoke, his voice as calm as still water, yet it resonated simultaneously on every fragment of ruin, echoed in every Void storm, and trembled along every line of law:
Do you want to continue?
That shot just now, although it caused the God of Law some trouble, was not fatal.
However, the God of Law seemed unwilling to continue the fight, and of course, it was impossible for Lancelot to escape unscathed.
Lancelot understood this. He didn't answer, but simply gripped the Destruction Long Spear tighter. Some things could only be resolved through battle.
The next moment--
Lancelot moved!
His long, jet-black hair trailed long streaks of night behind him, and his golden eyes burned like two falling stars. His figure left countless afterimages in the Void, each afterimage representing a past version of himself—himself as a boy holding a spear for the first time, his youth slaying powerful enemies, and his godhood and kingship. At this moment, all the afterimages converged into one, transforming into a black-gold lightning bolt that pierced through the Void!
The Destruction Long Spear thrusts straight in!
Where the spear tip passed, the Void was torn apart like paper. Not shattered, but "disappeared"—space itself was swallowed by the zeroing power of the spear tip, revealing the chaotic origin behind it, where even nothingness had not yet been born. Along the trajectory of the spear tip, everything was returning to zero: time stopped flowing, cause and effect were completely severed, and laws Dissolution inch by inch. That straight trajectory was like a scar drawn by "nothingness" on "being".
The God of Law did not move.
He simply watched the spear thrusting towards him, his eyes devoid of fear, anger, or even emotion—only a calm that bordered on indifference. It was the calm of order itself in the face of chaos, the calm of existence itself in the face of nothingness, the calm of necessity in the face of chance.
Just as the spear tip was three feet away from His brow—
"End."
The God of Law uttered a single word.
In an instant, heaven and earth froze.
It's not a metaphor, not an exaggeration, but a true freeze—space stopped tearing apart, time stopped flowing, cause and effect stopped operating, even the power of zeroing at the tip of the Destruction Long Spear ceased its denial of existence. The spreading nothingness, the Dissolution laws, the collapsing order, all froze in this moment, like a painting forgotten by time.
Absolute Order.
The core power held by the God of Law is not imprisonment or sealing, but "definition"—defining where all things should be, how all laws should operate, and how all spirits should exist. Within the scope of His definition, everything must follow His will, everything must obey His law, and everything must be content in the place He has designated.
The Destruction Long Spear stopped three inches in front of the God of Law's brow, motionless.
Lancelot's figure also froze, his long silver hair frozen in its wildly dancing state, his golden eyes frozen in the burning moment, and even the flow of power within his body was completely frozen by this "Stop" command.
The God of Law looked at the frozen enemy before him and slowly raised his hand.
His finger lightly touched the tip of the gun, feeling the frozen power of zeroing—a power that was cold, profound, and filled with a yearning for negation, still struggling frantically even though it was imprisoned by Absolute Order, trying to break free of its restraints.
"Such a strong will."
The God of Law spoke softly, his tone as calm as when evaluating an object:
"Unfortunately, within the bounds of order, even the strongest will must submit to the laws."
The God of Law, now fully engaged in battle, is as cold as a machine, devoid of any human emotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger slightly.
Clang--!!
A crisp, deafening sound exploded in the frozen Void! The sound wasn't from the vibration of air, but from the resonance of the laws themselves—the first direct confrontation between order and chaos!
The Destruction Long Spear trembled violently, its solidified state shattering instantly under the force of the single shot! Lancelot was sent flying backward, spear and all, crashing through countless fragments of ruins and leaving a trail stretching for thousands of miles in the Void! The fragments behind him exploded, annihilated, and vanished into nothingness, yet they could not negate the terrifying power of that single shot—for that single shot carried the weight of "order" itself!
Lancelot stopped in his tracks, a trickle of golden divine blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He gazed at the God of Law thousands of miles away, his golden eyes filled not with anger, but with an even stronger fighting spirit.
"What a powerful force of order!"
He spoke in a low voice, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth:
"Then let's see if your order can stop this—"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and made a grasping motion!
A massive rift suddenly opened in the Void behind them, from which Endless gray mist surged forth. This was no ordinary mist, but death itself—the final resting place of countless worlds, civilizations, and beings after their fall. The mist churned like a sea, roaring, surging, and howling within the rift, as if billions of souls were howling, wailing, and cursing all living beings.
Underworld.
Governing countless realms of the dead, and bearing the Miracle Creation of a peak Astral Realm, the Undying Civilization, though completely subjugated by Lancelot, was once glorious, powerful, and created countless Miracle. Now, though all are now asleep in this gray sea of mist, transformed into countless flickering lights, like billions of fireflies floating in Eternity darkness, they still possess terrifying power, capable of nurturing a sufficiently strong Power of Civilization to bless the Underworld and Lancelot.
At this moment, the Underworld opens wide!
Gray mist surged forth like a tide, sweeping towards the God of Law! Wherever the mist passed, the Void was not Destruction, but rather stained with "death"—space turned gray, time slowed, cause and effect became blurred, and even the laws themselves began to tremble, decay, and head towards their Termination. Within that mist, the figures of countless dead souls appeared and disappeared—there were ancient gods who once ruled a great plane, sages who once created countless Miracle, and demons who once Destruction countless worlds. They all awoke at the call of the Underworld, stretching out their withered claws towards the God of Law!
The God of Law watched the surging gray sea of mist, his expression unchanged.
He simply raised his hand and made a light sweeping motion.
"Boundary."
Another word was uttered.
An invisible barrier instantly unfolded before Him! It was not a barrier formed by the condensation of power, but the "boundary" itself—the boundary between order and chaos, the boundary between existence and nothingness, the boundary between the living and the dead. Any existence that crossed this Dao Realm would be forcibly returned to its rightful place by the power of order!
The gray fog collided with this Dao Realm--
Boom!!!
A deafening roar!
The fog surged wildly, trying to break through the barrier, but each impact was repelled by an invisible force. The dead souls stretched out their withered claws, scratching frantically on the other side of the boundary, but they could never cross that thin layer—for it was the boundary defined by order, the dividing line of existence itself, a sacred territory that even death could not transgress!
The impact of the Underworld was blocked outside the boundary.
but--
The God of Law frowned slightly.
He sensed that the Dao Realm was trembling.
It wasn't the power of the Underworld that caused them to tremble, but rather the "essence" of the Underworld that eroded them. Death itself is a special kind of order—it is both the end of order and the continuation of order. All life will eventually die, all existence will eventually decay; this is part of the order. The Underworld carries precisely the power of this "end of order."
When the "End of Order" clashes with the "Boundary of Order" --
The boundaries are crumbling.
The God of Law raised his eyes and looked at Lancelot.
Lancelot stood deep within the Underworld, his long hair flowing in the gray mist, his golden eyes gazing at Him through the layers of fog. A barely perceptible smile played on his lips.
"How?"
His voice pierced through the sea of fog, reaching the ears of the God of Law:
"Your order cannot even tolerate death?"
The God of Law did not answer.
He simply raised his hand and gently touched the Holy Grail of Origin above his head.
The Holy Grail shone brightly!
The cold light of "existence" poured down, illuminating the trembling boundary! Wherever the light passed, the trembling of the boundary instantly subsided, the encroachment of the gray mist was forcibly stopped, and countless souls let out mournful howls in the light—not because of pain, but because the light of "existence" was denying their "death" nature, trying to forcibly pull them from the state of the dead back into the realm of the living!
The Underworld trembled violently!
Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his hand in a loose grasping motion.
The gray sea of mist suddenly contracted, and countless souls sank into the depths of the mist and disappeared. The cracks in the Underworld slowly closed, and the surging power of death receded like a tide, finally vanishing completely into the Void.
He did not back down.
Instead, they are preparing.
The next blow is about to strike.
Lancelot raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.
The Void behind him cracked open again, this time not just once, but four times!
Four fissures were arranged in a square, located in front of, behind, to the left and right of him. Deep within the fissures, the phantom images of four swords slowly emerged—
The first sword was as black as an Abyss; wherever its blade pointed, all life was extinguished. Two ancient divine characters were engraved on the sword: "Immortal-Execution" (诛仙).
The second sword, its blade a deep crimson like Blood Sea, obliterates all magical arts wherever its edge points. Two ancient divine characters are inscribed on its blade. "Immortal-Slaughter."
The third sword, its blade Nether Realm, dark green, vanishes wherever its edge passes. Two ancient divine characters are inscribed on its blade. "Immortal-Trapping."
The fourth sword, its blade as clear as the Heavenly Dao, severs all cause and effect wherever its edge touches. Two ancient divine characters are engraved on its blade: Immortal-Termination.
The Four Swords of Immortal Slaying!
These four swords, originating from the Chaos Spirit Treasure of the Heaven-Bearing Domain, are Legend weapons of slaughter. In a certain era, they are said to have annihilated all "spiritual beings" in the myriad Heaven-Bearing Domain, reducing an entire civilization of an era to nothingness in a single instant. Legend has it that these four swords once caused the Heavenly Dao to collapse, the Great Dao to retreat, and even the Dao itself to tremble under their blades.
At that moment, all four swords were drawn simultaneously!
Combined with Lancelot's Destruction power.
Lancelot raised his hand and pointed, and four swords were drawn simultaneously!
Four sword lights, like four rainbows piercing the universe, slashed towards the God of Law! Wherever the sword lights passed, everything was "severed"—space was cleaved into countless unconnected fragments, time was cleaved into countless moments that could not continue, cause and effect were cleaved into countless unrelated breaks, and even "existence" itself trembled, wailed, and tended to shatter under the sword's edge!
The first sword light slashed towards the body of the God of Law.
The second sword light slashed towards the order and authority of the God of Law.
The third sword light slashed towards the soul of the God of Law.
The fourth sword light slashed towards the cause and effect of the God of Law.
With four swords attacking simultaneously, there was no way to dodge or escape!
The God of Law, seeing the four sword beams hurtling towards him, finally moved.
He did not retreat, nor did he dodge; he simply raised his hands slowly.
Hands clasped together.
"Seal up."
He uttered a single word.
Four sword lights simultaneously halted in mid-air!
It wasn't blocked by force, but rather "sealed"—the space around the sword light instantly solidified, forming a transparent cube that sealed every ray of sword light within it. Countless fine law patterns flowed across the surface of the cube, each pattern a sealing law, and each sealing law was operating wildly, attempting to completely imprison this all-severing sword light.
The Four Swords of Immortal Slaying trembled violently!
The sword light struggled frantically within the seal, attempting to shatter the cage that imprisoned it. The pitch-black sword light slashed at the sealing barrier, only to be repelled by an invisible force; the crimson sword light burned the sealed space, yet couldn't transmit even a trace of heat; the emerald sword light eroded the Law of Sealing, only to be neutralized layer by layer by countless sealing laws; the clear sword light severed the cause and effect within the seal, but could not sever the very foundation of the seal's "existence."
The four swords were trapped and unable to advance an inch!
Lancelot watched this scene, a strange light flashing in his golden eyes. With a thought, all four swords trembled simultaneously, their light surging! But this surge wasn't an attempt to break through the seal; rather, it was a collapse inwards! The four sword lights simultaneously contracted into four extremely small points of light, and then, at the instant they reached their limit—
Boom!!!
Four swords explode simultaneously!
The sealed cube shattered in the explosion! The four sword lights reappeared and continued to slash at the God of Law! However, this explosion also reduced the power of the sword lights by 70%, and the remaining 30% was blocked by an invisible barrier of order before the God of Law.
The sword light dissipated.
The Four Swords of Immortal Slaying flew back and hovered around Lancelot, their blades trembling slightly, as if they were angry at failing to achieve their goal.
Lancelot raised his hand and gently pressed down on the Immortal-Execution Sword, which was closest to him.
"No rush."
He spoke in a low voice, as if soothing a sword, or as if speaking to himself:
This is just the beginning.
As he finished speaking, he looked up at the God of Law.
Within those golden eyes, the Milky Way spun even faster, wilder, and more frantically!
The next moment--
His eyes suddenly lit up!
That wasn't an ordinary light, but the light of "all worlds"! Deep within his pupils, the phantoms of countless worlds simultaneously appeared—a thriving civilization, a doomsday world in Destruction, a star in the making, and a collapsing Black Hole. All worlds, all eras, all possibilities swirled, intertwined, and entangled in his pupils, ultimately converging into a light powerful enough to engulf everything!
Fall of All Realms!
One of the Supreme God Skill created by Lancelot, it has undergone repeated refinement and transformation, and is now vastly different from what it once was.
The Fall of All Realms is not an attack on matter, nor an attack on the laws, but an attack on the mind.
With this strike, the enemy's consciousness will be forcibly pulled into the illusion of Endless worlds, experiencing countless Destruction, countless despairs, and countless forms of depravity. Each world is a purgatory, and each Destruction is a death. When the depravity of billions of worlds simultaneously floods into the depths of consciousness, even the strongest mind will collapse, go mad, and become completely lost.
Light burst forth from Lancelot's eyes, shooting straight at the God of Law!
That light was formless and intangible, yet more terrifying than anything tangible—because it attacked not the body, but the soul; not existence itself, but the capacity to "feel existence."
The God of Law was struck by the light.
His body trembled slightly, and his eyes instantly lost focus.
He "saw" --
A world collapsed before Him; the sky shattered, the earth sank, and countless lives perished in agony. He tried to reach out and save them, but found that His hand passed right through their bodies, unable to touch them, unable to change anything.
Another world burned before Him, stars exploded, planets evaporated, and countless civilizations turned to Ashes in the flames. He tried to speak to stop it, but found that his voice could not travel, could not reach, and could not be heard.
Another world froze before Him; time stopped, space solidified, and countless lives lost their meaning in Eternity stillness. He tried to step away, but found his legs frozen in place, unable to move, unable to escape.
World after world, Destruction after destruction, despair after despair, surged into the depths of His consciousness like a tide. Every world spoke of the fragility of order, every Destruction mocked the brevity of existence, and every despair questioned the absurdity of meaning.
The eyes of the God of Law began to glaze over.
His body began to tremble slightly.
His hands slowly fell to his sides.
The light of the Holy Grail of Origin began to dim.
Lancelot watched this scene with no pride in his eyes, only a deeper sense of solemnity.
He knew that while the Fall of All Realms powerful, it was far from enough to truly defeat the God of Law. This Supreme God of the Northern Spirit Empire, who had ruled over order for Endless ages, witnessed the birth and death of countless worlds, and experienced the rise and fall of countless civilizations, how could he be easily defeated by mere illusions?
really--
The next moment, the God of Law's body stopped trembling.
His eyes refocused.
His gaze pierced through layers of illusion, looking directly at Lancelot.