The Immortal Continent floats Eternity in the Void, the gentle light of the Elemental Furnace illuminating this sacred land of magical civilization. Seven holy towers revolve around the forge, and the dark purple veins of the Weave cover the entire continent, pulsating slowly like the blood vessels of a living body.
A century has passed since the Elemental Dimension were completely conquered and the Seventh Energy Pool was incorporated into the Federation system. During this century, the magical civilization of the Adrian Federation has entered an unprecedented period of prosperity—the output power of the Elemental Furnace has increased nearly fivefold, the advancement speed of the seven-element Mage has tripled, and the coverage of the Weave has expanded from 37 million dimensional spaces to more than 100 million.
Everything is moving in a better direction.
Until this day.
The early warning array of the Immortal Continent suddenly issued an alarm that had never been triggered since its establishment—not a level one alert, not a special alert, but the highest level, a world-ending alarm named "The Eternal Descends".
The alarm sounded for a simple reason: the Immortal Continent's Weave perception system detected two indescribable, terrifying auras approaching in the Void.
One of them was like a manifestation of Endless River of Time —that was the Lord of Time, one of the nine Eternal of the Astral Realm, an ancient being who controlled the Law of Time.
And another one--
The moment the Weave's sensory tendrils touched that aura, all the threads snapped simultaneously—not destroyed, but crushed by the "absolute mass" contained within that aura. The Weave overloaded in that instant, causing a brief pause in the entire magic system of the Immortal Continent.
The alarms sounded simultaneously from all seven sacred towers, and the light atop them turned a blinding blood red.
The nine Grand Sage teleported from their respective residences to the Arcane Dome Council Hall, their expressions more solemn than ever before.
No detection magic is needed, just look with your eyes.
In the Void at the edge of the Immortal Continent, space is being torn apart by some irresistible force. It's not being broken, but rather collapsing on its own under the unbearable pressure, like paper being crushed by a heavy object, revealing the chaotic Void beneath.
A silver-white figure emerged first from the collapsing spatial rift.
It was the image of a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his thirties, wearing a silver robe flowing with time runes, his hair cascading down to his waist like a waterfall, each strand of hair moving slowly and Eternity, as if unrestrained by any gravity. His eyes were two still pocket watches, their pupils reflecting countless forked lines of time.
Lord of Time.
He didn't speak, but simply stepped aside, bowed slightly, and gestured for me to enter.
Then, the spatial rift suddenly expanded ten thousand times.
It didn't expand gradually, but instantly—as if an invisible hand forcefully tore the spatial rift open from both sides, the tearing process accompanied by the trembling of the entire Void. The defensive array of the Immortal Continent automatically activated, with nine nested defenses starting simultaneously, but the outermost layer of Void turbulence collapsed directly under the impact of the rift's expansion, not even lasting a moment.
Emerging from the torn spatial rift was---
Earth Mother Goddess, Mother of the Stars.
No one can truly describe the scene of His descent, because the scene itself exceeds the limits that the concept of "vision" can contain.
His body was about one light-year tall, but beyond that light-year, there were layers of Infinity extending phantoms—projections of Him in different dimensions and timelines, manifesting simultaneously. He stood there, but His presence filled the entire Void, as if the Immortal Continent itself was merely a speck of dust beneath His feet.
Her form is female, simple, heavy, and without any fancy embellishments. Her skin has the texture of raw rock, not an ugly, rough rock, but a divine stone polished to an extreme smoothness by time, gleaming with a bronze luster. Golden veins emerge on the surface of her skin, which are the blood of the earth, the meridians of the stars, and the projection of the entire material universe on her body.
His long hair is not hair strands, but countless miniature galaxies and spirals. Each strand is a real spiral arm of the Milky Way, and each hair strand is a star burning with the flames of nuclear fusion. As His hair floats slowly in the Void, those miniature stars also rotate, burn, and die in sync. Experienced observers can recognize that the shapes of some of these spirals are exactly the same as those of known galaxies—that is to say, His hair is a projection of the real Starry Sky, or rather, the real Starry Sky is a projection of His hair in the universe.
His eyes had no pupils.
There were only two slowly rotating "vortices of creation" composed of Endless interstellar dust and colorful nebulae. When He "looked" at the Immortal Continent, the two nebula vortices suddenly accelerated their rotation, and the temperature of the entire Void dropped by hundreds of degrees in that instant—not because of the cold, but because being "watched" was itself a kind of oppression that could freeze the soul.
He wore a seemingly simple rock armor. But upon closer inspection, one would discover that the patterns on the rock were not natural rock textures at all, but rather Void coordinate maps of countless ancient galaxies, vanished interfaces, and extinct civilizations. These coordinates were densely engraved all over the armor, each coordinate corresponding to the ruins of a once-prosperous civilization that has now vanished into nothingness.
His essence is the vastness of the earth, the profundity of the Starry Sky, and Eternity silence.
This silence, in the eyes of the nine Grand Sage in the Arcane Dome Council Hall, was more terrifying than any Berserk killing intent—for it was the silence of the entire material universe standing still before you, an absolute and irresistible pressure capable of crushing all resistance.
The Elemental Furnace emitted a piercing alarm.
It's not because He is attacking, but because His very existence exceeds the furnace's capacity assessment limit—the furnace was never designed to contend with an existence "capable of supporting the entire mass of the material universe."
The Magic Pioneer, Dale, stepped out of the Arcane Dome Council Hall and onto the Void above the Immortal Continent.
Behind him, nine Grand Sage followed, each unleashing their full power of law. Nine beams of light of different colors shot into the sky from their bodies, weaving into a massive law-based defensive net above the Immortal Continent.
Goddess of the Weave, instantly covered the entire Void with her dark purple veins. Mystra, the Angley, God of Wisdom, unfolded his Divine Kingdom behind Dale, with trillions of geometric shapes rotating simultaneously, each facet imprinted with counter-runes against "mass" and "time".
Although Angley had many ulterior motives, he would not act rashly until the situation became extremely dangerous. There was a proper way to defect to the enemy.
Thus began the most powerful defensive posture in the history of the Adrian Federation.
But before the Mother of the Stars, all of this seems insignificant.
His gaze swept over the nine Grand Sage, over Mystra and Angley, and finally landed on the Magic Pioneer, Dale. In that instant, the seven layers of Eternity Elemental Law halos behind the Magic Pioneer, Dale, flickered simultaneously—not out of fear, but because His presence posed an overwhelming interference with the laws themselves.
"Dale."
The Mother of the Stars spoke.
His voice did not come from his throat, but from the vibration of the Void itself. Each word carried a mass large enough to make the stars tremble, spreading outward as visible spatial ripples. When the ripples touched the outermost defensive array of the Immortal Continent, the array groaned under the strain.
"Now that you understand my intentions, stop resisting. The Adrian Federation can thrive in the new Astral Realm. Once we successfully cross the Tide of Destruction and reach the Origin Continent, I will naturally grant you freedom and sovereignty again."
Dale hovered expressionlessly in the Void, his silver hair flowing behind him, each strand burning with silvery-white flames of law. His eyes— the Astral Realm microcosm in his left eye and the magical vision in his right—simultaneously locked onto His presence, attempting to decipher His legal structure.
However, the analysis result was blank.
It's not that He has no laws, but rather that His laws are at a level too high, exceeding the limits of the act of "analysis." In Dale's magical vision, He is not a person, but an omnipresent behemoth encompassing the entire material universe—like trying to observe the entire universe with the naked eye and seeing nothing but "Infinity."
"The three dimensions of the Astral Realm," Dale's voice was calm, but every word was encrypted with strict laws to ensure it wouldn't be distorted by His mass pressure, "The Material Dimension is already in your hands, and the Fantasy Dimension is also under your control. The Elemental Dimension now belongs to the Federation. If you want a complete Astral Realm, you must either annex or destroy the Federation that has already mastered the Elemental Dimension."
The Mother of the Stars nodded slightly. The gesture was devoid of emotion or feeling; it was simply a positive affirmation.
"The Elemental Dimension is the final piece of the puzzle in my Inner Universe."
So give me your answer!
"A spellcaster will never be a slave, never give up freedom!" The Magic Pioneer, Dale, said with unusual calm.
Then, the Mother of the Stars slowly raised her right hand, and the golden patterns on her rock armor suddenly lit up. The entire Space-Time structure of the Void emitted a mournful cry that seemed to shatter as that hand was raised.
His palm gently pressed down towards the Immortal Continent.
This palm strike was not aimed at anyone.
It was aimed at the Immortal Continent itself.
Dale's pupils contracted sharply. His reaction speed was measured in Planck time, but in the face of this palm strike, his "speed" was meaningless—because the "slowness" of this palm strike itself was an absolute pressure, making you see it coming but unable to dodge, block, or resist.
Dale made his move.
Behind him, seven halos of Eternity Elemental Law burned simultaneously. At this moment, he pushed the Eternity Elemental Law to their limit—time sovereignty, space weaving, elemental origin, Destiny, logical Cornerstone, nothingness Containment, and conceptual manipulation. All the halos merged into one, transforming into a silver-white torrent of laws that met the slowly pressing palm.
The torrent of laws crashed into the palm of the Mother of the Stars.
At that moment, the Void surrounding the entire Immortal Continent was as bright as day.
The collision of the two Eternal did not trigger an explosion, but rather a "law fracture"—the space around the point of impact was torn into countless fragments, the flow of time was twisted into a spiral, and the causal lines became a tangled, unsolvable knot. The energy aftershocks of the collision spread outward, shattering tens of millions of unclaimed minor planes along the way. These planes didn't even have time to be named before they were reduced to nothingness in the spreading aftershocks.
Dale's torrent of laws held firm for a full three breaths before the palm of the Mother of the Stars.
Then, it started to crash.
It wasn't that he was defeated, but rather that he was "crushed"—like a magnificent building unable to bear its own weight, the torrent of laws began to break, collapse, and dissipate from within before the absolute mass contained in His palm. For the first time, Dale's expression changed—his brows furrowed slightly, not in pain, but in the solemnity of realizing that the opponent's power far exceeded his expectations.
"Mass," said the Mother of the Stars, "Is the carrier of all laws. Without mass, laws have no basis. No matter how powerful your magic is, it must be subordinate to the material world."
His palm continued to press down.
Dale groaned as his body was pushed backward by the invisible force, his feet leaving two burning trails in the Void. Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his robe, the sound of his thirteen-layer composite defensive array being crushed layer by layer.
"The war of the Eternal is not like this."
A voice sounded from behind Dale.
Angley his move.
The Divine Kingdom of the God of Wisdom suddenly expanded, and trillions of geometric shapes flew out simultaneously, each face marked with counter-runes against "mass". These geometric shapes did not confront the palm of the Mother of the Stars head-on, but flew in all directions, embedding themselves into every dimensional node of the Void.
"If quality is the embodiment of all laws, then I will redefine the concept of 'quality'."
Having obtained a massive amount of Power of Faith from the spellcaster and initially bound to the Power of Civilization of the Adrian Federation, the Angley, God of Wisdom, has also crossed the threshold of Eternity in terms of combat power. He is not to be underestimated even when fighting on his home turf, which is why he did not immediately kneel down. Even when facing the ultimate demon king in his heart, the Mother of the Stars, he remained the same.
As for why the Mother of the Stars held such a high position in the heart of the Angley, God of Wisdom, or rather, why he feared her so much, it is because the original Truth Wizard Civilization was Destruction by the Mother of the Stars.
The trillion-faceted geometric shapes of the Angley, God of Wisdom, lit up simultaneously, with a complex logical formula emerging from each shape. These formulas intertwined, merged, and superimposed in the Void, ultimately forming a giant logical matrix covering the entire battlefield area.
The function of the matrix is simple: within the matrix's coverage area, "mass" is no longer an absolute physical quantity, but is redefined as "the intensity of the interaction between the observer and the observed object." In other words, within this matrix, the "weight" you perceive is not an inherent property of the object, but rather your subjective perception of its weight.
The Mother of the Stars ' authority over "absolute mass" is temporarily weakened within the Matrix.
The speed at which He pressed down on his palm visibly slowed down.
It didn't stop, it just slowed down a bit.
"Interesting. So even the remnants of the Truth Wizard Civilization dare to resist me?" He said.
Then, the Mother of the Stars activated her power.
The Mother of the Stars ' long hair—countless miniature galaxies—drooped from her head, each wisp of starlight unfolding in the Void, transforming into a real projection of the Starry Sky. It was not an illusion, but a real star field with complete mass being summoned above the battlefield.
From those star vortices emerged groups of enormous creatures.
They are the oldest and most loyal followers of the Titan God Race — the Mother of the Stars.
These Titans range in height from hundreds to tens of millions of kilometers, their bodies composed of solidified stellar core matter, their skin imprinted with primordial runes of star birth. They wear no armor, for their skin is the best armor—possessing terrifying defensive capabilities sufficient to withstand the surface temperatures of stars.
The leading Titan was a colossal giant, towering to the heavens. In his left hand he wielded a shield forged from neutron star matter, and in his right hand he gripped a spear solidified from the shockwave of a supernova explosion. His eyes were two burning red giants, and when he roared, what spewed from the depths of his throat was not sound, but plasma flames powerful enough to melt the laws of nature.
"The will of Earth Mother Goddess is our mission!"
He raised his spear and pointed it at the Immortal Continent.
"Raze this place to the ground! Leave no one alive!"
The Titan God Race behind them unleashed a battle roar that shook the Void, charging towards the Immortal Continent. Their footsteps pounded the Void, each step causing spatial cracks to spread and each step to tremble the surface of the Immortal Continent like an earthquake.
Kasin, the War Grand Sage and one of the nine Grand Sage, was the first to react.
"Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Legions, prepare for battle!"
His voice instantly resounded throughout the entire Immortal Continent via the Weave. The seven holy towers simultaneously activated their war mode, and the defensive arrays at the top of the towers operated at full power, unfolding a giant defensive line made of runes in the Void.
Kalista, the Elemental Grand Sage, rode on a torrent of seven-colored elements, charging directly to the forefront of the Titan Legion. Her body transformed into a semi-elemental state, with the seven elements circulating within her, each breath creating an elemental frenzy in the Void.
"Your opponent is me!"
She clenched her fists, and the seven elements merged in her palms, transforming into a seven-colored shockwave of laws. The shockwave swept across the Void, crashing head-on into the few Titans charging at the forefront.
The Titans were struck by the shockwave, and the primal runes on their bodies suddenly lit up, absorbing most of the damage. But they were not completely immune—the moment the runes lit up, their charge slowed down, and the elemental laws collided head-on with the Primordial Law of the Titan God Race, triggering a series of micro-explosions.
Instead of retreating, Kalista charged forward, plunging into the Titan Legion's ranks.
Her fighting style is pure, violent aesthetics—no formations, no techniques, just transforming herself into the center of Elemental Storm, crushing her enemies in the most direct way. Each of her punches is accompanied by a chain reaction of seven elements: after her fire fist shatters the Titan's shield, water seeps in from the cracks and freezes the Titan's core; wind tears apart the Titan's muscle fibers; and earth transforms the Titan's remains into new weapons to continue the attack.
But the Titan God Race were too numerous.
Titans emerged from the star vortex in an endless stream, each batch numbering in the hundreds. They formed dense charging formations, using shields to create an impenetrable barrier and spears to form an airtight net of piercing spears, advancing step by step towards the Immortal Continent.
Kalista was now surrounded by more than a dozen high-ranking Titans. They no longer tried to defeat her, but instead used their shields to encircle her, forming a living cage with their bodies to restrict her movement.
On the other side, the Space Grand Sage Selena unfolded her Dimensional Labyrinth.
Her figure flickered in the Void, each flicker leaving a spatial anchor point at a different dimensional node. Dozens of anchor points connected together, unfolding a spatial cliff spanning millions of miles in front of the Titan Legion in the Void.
The charging Titans didn't notice the change in space; they continued charging forward, and then—they rushed straight into Selena's Infinity Corridor.
It was a labyrinth made of spatial fragments, each fragment being an independent, enclosed space. The Titans were trapped within, and no matter which direction they charged, they would eventually return to their starting point. They angrily pounded on the spatial barriers, but the spatial fragments constantly rotated and reassembled on the outer layer, making it impossible for them to find an exit.
A Titan commander attempted to tear a spatial fragment apart with brute force. He gripped the edge of the spatial barrier with both hands and pulled it to both sides with all his might. The muscles in his arms bulged like small mountains, and the primal runes on his skin shone brightly. A crack appeared in the fragment, but Selena immediately layered seven spatial reinforcement spells on the crack, allowing it to heal faster than it could tear.
"Annoying!" the Titan Commander roared.
Meanwhile Space-Time Grand Sage Oberon, deployed Time Cage on another front.
His figure appeared and disappeared in the Void, each appearance intervening at a specific point in time. The Titans at the forefront suddenly found their movements becoming slower and slower, not because they were slowed down, but because the flow of time in their area had been reduced to one ten-thousandth of that in the outside world.
To outsiders, these Titans appear like insects encased in amber, poised to charge, yet completely still.
Oberon didn't stop. He knew the Time Cage couldn't hold these high-level beings for long— the Titan God Race ' original runes themselves had the ability to resist interference from the laws of nature. He began to layer Causality Inversion Technique on the Time Cage, making the Titans' "trapped" state a result of "their own voluntary entry," thereby enhancing the cage's stability.
The combined efforts of the two Grand Sage, Space and Time, temporarily halted the Titan Legion's charge. But everyone knew this was only a temporary delay.
The real battle is taking place on a higher level.