But at this moment, the Lord of Hell had no time to feel the power of that new body.
His soul is burning, sublimating, and transcending that barrier.
On the other side of the barrier lay a landscape He had never seen before.
It was an endless Void, in Void countless long rivers floated.
The River of Space-Time.
Every river is the past and future of a universe, and every wave is the birth and Destruction of an era.
Countless River of Space-Time, when gathered together, form the River of Space-Time and Space of the Astral Realm. When the Lord of Hell looks down, he can see the birth of the Divine Realm, the formation of the Abyss, the rise and fall of countless planes, and the joys and sorrows of billions of living beings.
And at this moment, He stands upon these long rivers.
It's not about looking up, nor about looking down, but about walking.
The Lord of Hell has taken the first step.
The River of Space-Time beneath his feet trembled, and countless rivers simultaneously surged with enormous waves—a testament to the awe and submission of the cosmic laws to a newly born Second-Step Eternity One.
He took the second step.
The entire Void trembled, and the stars of countless planes dimmed simultaneously, as if offering a silent hymn to the birth of a New God.
He took the third step.
The thread of cause and effect snapped beneath His feet, the wheel of Fate halted before Him, and even the "Tao" itself bowed slightly under His gaze.
Outside the Nine Hells, the entire Hell plane trembled.
From the first to the ninth level, all the demons felt the power surging forth from the deepest depths. It was not anger, nor majesty, but a pure existence that transcended all comprehension.
Like a star born in the Void, its light is not meant to shine on anyone, but simply because it is there.
The Divine Realm.
In the Pantheon, countless gods rose from Subordinate God thrones at the same time.
They felt it.
In some corner of the universe, in the deepest part of the Nine Hells, a being powerful enough to threaten the entire Divine Realm has just been born.
No, it's not "enough to threaten".
It has already become a threat.
An ancient God of Time, pale-faced, could see the anomaly in the River of Space-Time —a new tributary was forming, a dark tributary emitting a faint seven-colored light, belonging to no known timeline and unbound by any law of causality.
That is proof of Second-Step Eternity.
An existence that transcends Space-Time, space, cause and effect, and Fate.
An ancient god remained silent for a long time, finally uttering only four words:
"Asmodeus... He... succeeded! Truly a testament to the Divine Power, the King of Archangels!"
The Lord of Hell slowly opened his eyes.
His body is no longer any concrete form, but rather something Eternity that exists between existence and non-existence, between matter and concept, between law and nothingness.
The seven Law of Original Sin flowed around Him, but no longer appeared as seven colors; instead, they merged into a color unlike any other, belonging to neither end of the spectrum.
The Color of Original Sin.
It was the deepest color in the Astral Realm, darker than Black Hole, yet brighter than a star. It devoured all light, and gave birth to all light. It was the Termination, and the beginning.
He looked down at his hands.
Those hands once held the sacred fire of the Heavenly Realm, once wielded the Holy Sword against the Abyss, once stained with the filthy blood of countless demons, and once established the order of the Nine Hells.
At this moment, those hands were not holding anything.
Because it's no longer needed.
His very existence is the power to hold everything.
The Lord of Hell raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dome of the Nine Hells, through the barriers of Void and plane, through the Mist of the River of Space-Time, and saw the Pantheon of the Divine Realm.
I saw the gods who had risen from Subordinate God thrones, their faces filled with terror.
Once, He was their Morning Star, the King of Archangels, and one of the most dazzling beings in the Divine Realm.
Later, He fell into demonic possession and became the Lord of Hell, fighting against them for countless ages.
At this moment, an insurmountable chasm has separated Him from them.
The Lord of Hell slowly withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his head and looked at the area of his chest.
There, seven tiny points of light are slowly rotating, like seven stars that never go out.
That was the final gift His brothers and sisters left for Him.
"I will," He whispered, his voice echoing in the Silence of Hell, like a promise to some Eternity truth.
"I will take good care of this scenery for you."
"Of course, I will also try to resurrect you."
"Even if it means the Destruction the entire Astral Realm, I would not hesitate."
The Nine Hells.
The instant the Eternity Original Sin Body was formed, the Lord of Hell broke through the barrier of the Second-Step Eternity, and at that moment, the entire Nine Hells changed.
It wasn't a gradual change, but a dramatic one.
Like a star that had slept for billions of epochs suddenly awakening, every inch of the Nine Hells was expanding, tearing apart, and reorganizing. The original nine-layer structure collapsed in an instant, and was reshaped in an instant—not nine layers, but nine hundred layers, nine thousand layers, and even ninety thousand layers.
Each layer is growing wildly.
The territory of Hell is expanding at a visible speed, like a giant beast that has been starving for too long, finally breaking free of its cage and beginning to devour everything around it. The Void shatters before it, and dimensional barriers are torn apart like thin paper. Countless small planes, demiplanes, and dimensional fragments clinging to the edge of Hell are swallowed, digested, and absorbed in just a few breaths.
And the Lord of Hell sits at the very center of all this storm.
His form transcends the concept of "physical form." It is an Fire of Eternity that exists between existence and nothingness, with the Color of Original Sin flowing around him. Every breath he takes draws the pulse of ninety thousand layers of Hell, and every heartbeat vibrates the Void tens of thousands of light-years away.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the Nine Hells to complete their first expansion, waiting for the devoured planes to be completely digested, waiting for that newborn power to settle and stabilize within Him.
Then, He will begin His true plan.
An attempt was made to resurrect the seven Original Sin Demon Gods.
Although the Seven Deadly Sins sacrificed themselves and merged into the Eternity of the Lord of Hell
And, taking the final step, achieving Third-Step Eternity.
For this, He needs a vast number of cosmic planes.
The infinite Power of Original Sin.
Endless life and soul.
The Lord of Hell opened his eyes.
Those eyes were no longer golden, nor any known color. They were the "Eye of Original Sin," capable of seeing through the weaknesses of all civilizations, discerning the desires of all living beings, and distinguishing the original sin attributes of all souls.
His gaze pierced through the dome of ninety thousand layers of Hell, through the Void barrier, and across countless light-years, landing on a corner of the Astral Realm.
There, a low-level Astral Realm civilization thrives. Countless beings labor, love, fight, and die across dozens of planes of space. Their civilization has just mastered the technology of high-speed Void travel and is dreaming of conquering the Void Sea in the future.
Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes from the depths of Hell had already set their sights on them.
The Lord of Hell withdrew his gaze.
He raised his hand and made a light sweeping motion in the Void.
A crack appeared.
That wasn't a spatial rift, but a dimensional rift. On the other side of the rift lay Endless Astral Realm Void, countless civilizations and planes, and boundless prey.
The Lord of Hell, with his newly formed Eternity Original Sin Body, forcibly tore apart the plane of Space-Time, establishing a permanent passage between the Nine Hells and the Astral Realm. This rift is light-years wide and towering, with flames of seven Color of Original Sin flowing on both sides, like two inextinguishable beacons, announcing the official start of Hell's invasion.
The Gate of Myriad Worlds, which had been dormant in the deepest part of the Nine Hells, merged with the rift, and the portal opened.
The voice of the Lord of Hell echoed throughout the ninety thousand layers of Hell. Every demon, whether the weakest inferior or the most powerful grand duke, heard the command of this Sovereign of Hell deep within their souls:
"Go."
"Devouring everything."
"Destruction everything."
"Offer me the power of the Seven Deadly Sins, and I will grant you power."
At that moment, the ninety thousand levels of Hell boiled over.
Countless demons surged toward the Gate of Myriad Worlds like a tidal wave; their sheer number was enough to dim the stars, their roars enough to shatter the Void, and their murderous intent enough to halt the River of Space-Time itself.
From dormancy to offense, from defense to expansion, the Devils of Hell completed its transformation at this moment.
They are no longer prisoners of Hell, but hunters of all realms.
The news that the Lord of Hell had successfully broken through to the Second-Step Eternity Realm, opened the Gate of Myriad Worlds, and that countless Devils of Hell were swarming out and attacking the entire Astral Realm spread throughout all the major powers of the Astral Realm in an instant.
Not through communications, not through intelligence, but through --
Fluctuations.
When the Gate of Myriad Worlds, spanning light-years, tore open in the Astral Realm Void, the shockwave spread out at speeds exceeding light countless times, affecting dozens of cosmic domains. Countless civilizations' observation equipment overloaded simultaneously, and the senses of countless powerful beings were simultaneously pierced.
Then, the devil came.
Like a locust swarm passing through, like a raging flood.
Once considered one of the greatest creations of the Astral Realm, the Gate of Myriad Worlds has benefited countless beings. The spatial channels it paved allowed various forces in the Astral Realm to quickly travel to every corner of the Astral Realm, even if they did not master technologies such as fast-tracking through the Void or spatial jumps. The exchange between civilizations made the economy more prosperous and the flame of civilization burn ever brighter.
But this magnificent creation, once praised by countless bards, has now become a deadly curse of Hell.
With the help of the Gate of Myriad Worlds, the legions of Devils of Hell can quickly traverse Endless territories and descend upon the heartlands of various Astral Realm civilizations.
The first to suffer were three low-level Astral Realm civilizations.
Civilizations at this level mostly possess only the ability to travel within their own universe or between neighboring universes. They have an extremely rare number of True God- level life forms in charge, placing them at the very bottom of the Astral Realm civilization hierarchy. Their existence is not even an appetizer for the Devils of Hell race.
But the devils didn't care.
For the Devils of Hell Clan, who were now ravenously hungry, any prey was worth tearing apart.
The Lord of Hell's breakthrough not only cost the Seven Deadly Sins their lives, but also placed immense pressure on the entire Hell race in terms of resources and mental well-being. When the Lord of Hell finally succeeded in entering the Second-Step Eternity Realm, this pressure vanished rapidly, replaced by an uncontrollable surge of violent emotions.
They want to plunder all worlds!!
Perhaps this is the true purpose of the Gate of Myriad Worlds.
The first civilization to be Destruction was known as the "Star Speakers".
This is a civilization renowned for its Divine Power. Individuals within it can communicate faster than light through thought waves, and the billions of beings in the entire civilization form a vast thought network. They sensed the opening of the Gate of Myriad Worlds, and the intense, suffocating malice surging forth from it.
Their Council of Elders only had time to make one decision: evacuate everyone.
But it was too late.
The devils gave them no chance.
Hundreds of millions of demons poured out from the Gate of Myriad Worlds. They had no formation, no tactics, only the purest hunting instinct. Winged Devils blotted out the Starry Sky, Horned Devils shattered planets, Chain Devils tore through space, and the most terrifying—
They are those Greed Demons.
Although the Greed Demons God has sacrificed himself, the law of greed has never disappeared. Guided by the original sin of greed, countless Greed Demons, like the most sensitive hunting dogs, rush straight to the planets containing the richest resources.
The Star Speakers ' home planet was captured just three minutes after the start of the war.
The Greed Demons tore open the core of the planets, extracting all the energy from the Earth's core and transforming it into the purest power of greed, which was then transmitted back to the Nine Hells through the resonance of original sin. The planets from which the energy was extracted cooled, shattered, and turned into cosmic dust within seconds.
Of the hundreds of billions of beings of the Star Speakers, some were torn apart by the Wrath Demons and turned into nourishment for the power of rage.
One part was tormented by the Envy Demons, and in the Endless pain, the purest jealousy was born, which was then completely drained away.
Some were devoured by the Gluttony Demons, leaving not even their souls behind.
Another group—the most beautiful, intelligent, and creative individuals—were captured by the Lust Demons and sent to the deepest part of the Nine Hells to become sacrifices for the demon's resurrection.
Three minutes.
An Astral Realm civilization with tens of thousands of years of history and hundreds of billions of people was completely wiped out in three minutes.
This is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the strength of the Devils of Hell Clan.
The size difference between a super-civilization and a low-level Astral Realm civilization is simply too great.
Faced with such a behemoth, they were utterly powerless to resist.
Previously, these lower-level Astral Realm civilizations were able to thrive in the Astral Realm Void entirely because of the protection of the Civilization Council. But now, one of the members of the Civilization Council, the Devils of Hell Clan, has brazenly broken the rules they themselves created. Meanwhile, other super-civilizations are also preoccupied with various matters and unable to intervene, leading to this unprecedented catastrophe.
The devils did not stop.
They continued forward like a tide, surging toward the next target, the next civilization, the next prey.
After the less advanced civilizations come the intermediate Astral Realm- level civilizations.
These civilizations typically control cosmic clusters, and in the astral landscape of the Astral Realm, they are considered to have barely secured a foothold.
But before the devil, they are merely slightly larger prey.