Behind the Mother of the Stars, the Lord of Time finally moved.
He took a step forward, and time cracked beneath his feet into countless branches—each branch leading to a different future. He chose one of them, a branch that ended behind Oberon.
The Time Grand Sage, Oberon, sensed the fluctuations in time, but the arrival of the Lord of Time was far faster than he had anticipated. In the instant he turned around, the Lord of Time had already appeared less than ten thousand miles in front of him, his right index finger extended, pointing at Oberon's brow.
What was gathered on that finger was not an attack, but the law of "time flow returning to zero".
Under this guidance, you will be forever trapped in frozen time, unable even to think.
Oberon's back was drenched in cold sweat at that moment. He knew he couldn't dodge it—not because he wasn't fast enough, but because the Lord of Time's attack was essentially "an attack that hits before you can even react," because in the realm of the Law of Time, there is no concept of "first or last."
Just then, the dark purple veins of the Weave emerged from the Void and wrapped around the fingers of the Lord of Time.
The Goddess of the Weave Mystra, has made her move.
"Your time, within my network, is simply another dimension."
The voice of the Goddess of the Weave resounded from all directions, and dark purple threads wove into a massive net, trapping the Lord of Time in its center. Each thread of this net vibrated at a different frequency, each frequency corresponding to a different timeline. If the Lord of Time wanted to manipulate time, he would have to control the frequencies of all the threads simultaneously—which was virtually impossible.
The Lord of Time withdrew his finger and turned his head to look at the Weave threads wrapped around his hand.
"The Weave," a hint of disdain flashed in His eyes, "Interesting, but not good enough."
Although the Weave has been completely spread throughout the entire Elemental Dimension, the Goddess of the Weave is still one step away from completing her leap. When facing the Lord of Time, who is at the peak of the First-Step Eternity Realm, she has little power to resist.
The Lord of Time's body began to blur, not disappear, but disperse his existence into countless timelines. As a result, the threads of the Weave could only capture his projection in a certain timeline, but could not lock onto his true form.
Mystra, the Goddess of the Weave, reacted extremely quickly. Her Weave tightened suddenly, simultaneously converging all the threads into a sphere. Time within the sphere was compressed to its limit, forcing all timelines to merge into one—the projection of the Lord of Time had no room to disperse and could only be forced back to its original body from the merged timeline.
But the moment He appeared, the Lord of Time already held a longsword forged from solidified time.
A flash of sword light.
Mystra's Weave was ripped open, creating a rift spanning millions of miles.
"Time, the overarching principle of order, transcends all networks; even the Elemental Weave rests beneath Time," the Lord of Time said calmly.
Mystra let out a painful shriek, and the dark purple threads began to wither, break, and dissipate from the cracks. Her body trembled in the Void, and the face of the Goddess of the Weave was ashen white.
Just then, a geometric shape separated from the Divine Kingdom of Angley, God of Wisdom, flew over and covered the cracks in Mystra's Weave, temporarily serving as repair material. But it was clear to everyone that Mystra had been severely injured, and her combat power would be greatly reduced in the upcoming battle.
The Dale, Magic Pioneer, had not participated in the battle below, not because He was indifferent, but because Magic Pioneer knew that if He were distracted by dealing with the Lord of Time or the Titan Legion, the Mother of the Stars ' next strike would completely obliterate the Immortal Continent.
His entire attention was focused on the Mother of the Stars.
The Mother of the Stars seemed indifferent to the battle below. Her gaze remained fixed on Dale, and her eyes, formed of nebulae, held no contempt or arrogance, only a calm and unquestionable scrutiny.
"Dale," said the Mother of the Stars, "I acknowledge that you, besides myself, are the one in the Astral Realm with the highest level of cultivation in a single realm of Eternity Law."
"But even so, your attempt to resist me is like an ant trying to shake a tree."
His right hand rose again, but this time, it was not his palm that rose, but his entire arm. In the Void above his arm, thousands of mass singularities appeared—each singularity containing the entire mass of a powerful plane, compressed to a microscopic scale.
These singularities hovered around His arm, slowly rotating. With each rotation, the gravitational waves between them spread outward, causing ripples in the Void.
"This is the Stars Fall Across the Heavens."
His arm fell.
Thousands of singularities were launched simultaneously, without a fixed target, covering the entire sky above the Immortal Continent. These singularities continuously expanded and decompressed during their flight, expanding from the microscopic scale to the planetary scale, from the planetary scale to the stellar scale, and then to the Void celestial bodies.
When they reached the skies above the Immortal Continent, they had transformed into thousands of real, fiery Void stars burning with nuclear fusion energy.
Thousands of stars crashed down simultaneously.
This is not a metaphor; it is a literal, real, and Void- scale celestial strike.
Behind Dale, the seven layers of law halos burned to their maximum simultaneously. He pushed his hands forward, unfolding a law barrier in the Void that covered the entire Immortal Continent —not a physical barrier, but an "existence denial" barrier. Any matter that collided with the barrier would be temporarily "cancelled" from existence and erased from reality.
The stars crashed into the barrier.
When the first one struck, the barrier flickered violently, Dale's body leaned back slightly. A crack appeared in the first ring of the law halo.
When the tenth impacted, the barrier began to tremble, and a trickle of silvery-white blood seeped from the corner of Dale's mouth.
When the hundredth impact occurred, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier, and Dale's entire body trembled, with silvery-white blood seeping from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
But his barrier is still functioning.
"After obtaining the Elemental Dimension, your strength has indeed made tremendous progress, but you haven't yet fully stepped into the Second-Step Eternity..."
The Mother of the Stars also raised her left hand.
"Then let's double the power!"
Another batch of mass singularities condensed and shot out from the Void around His left hand.
Dale's pupils contracted sharply.
He knew He couldn't withstand the second wave—not because His laws weren't strong enough, but because the sheer size of the opponent's "mass" was too immense. It's like asking a person to use their body to support a collapsing galaxy—not a technical problem, but a problem of sheer magnitude.
"Help me!"
The voice of the Magic Pioneer reached Angley's ears through the Weave.
The God of Wisdom hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and made his move, choosing to help the Magic Pioneer. His Divine Kingdom suddenly contracted, and trillions of geometric shapes flew towards Dale at the same time, attaching themselves to Dale's law barrier. Each geometric shape formed a reinforcing node on the surface of the barrier.
"Logic Reinforcement," Angley's voice echoed in Dale's mind, "Theoretically, this could triple the barrier's load-bearing capacity. But how much can it actually be increased—"
That's enough.
The Magic Pioneer gritted his teeth and deeply fused Angley's geometric reinforcement nodes with his own law barrier. Countless golden geometric patterns emerged on the silvery-white barrier surface. These patterns flowed, reorganized, and optimized, transforming the barrier's structure from "linear" to "networked"—the stress points were no longer in a single area, but were distributed among thousands of nodes throughout the network structure.
The second wave of stars crashed down.
The barrier vibrated violently, with a much larger amplitude than the first time. But this time, no cracks appeared—the mesh structure distributed the impact force to all nodes, each node was under pressure, but no single node collapsed alone.
The nebula vortex in the eyes of the Mother of the Stars spun at an accelerated speed once more.
"The third wave."
Instead of creating a new singularity, He reactivated the stars that had already crashed into the barrier—those that had stopped after hitting it and were now suspended on its surface. He recompressed, forged, and strengthened the residual mass of these stars, and then sent them crashing down again from the same spot on the barrier.
This isn't about increasing strength; it's about finding the weak point in the barrier—repeatedly attacking the same spot until that spot's strength is exhausted.
Dale sensed it.
A certain node on the barrier surface is under pressure far exceeding that of the other nodes. Angley's geometry has already developed cracks at that node, and the golden veins are breaking off one by one.
"Kalista! Above!" Dale's voice boomed through the Void like Thunderclap.
The Elemental Grand Sage was currently engaged in a bloody battle within the Titan Legion when she heard Dale's voice. Without hesitation, her body instantly disintegrated into streams of seven-colored particles, breaking free from the Titan Legion's encirclement and flying towards Dale at a speed exceeding the speed of light.
When she reached Dale's side, she reformed into human form, covered in blood, but the fighting spirit in her eyes burned like the blazing sun.
How to do it?
"Elemental power, infuse my barrier. I need your Elemental Cycle to cushion His mass impact."
Kalista didn't waste any words. Her body decomposed again, but this time it wasn't disintegration. Instead, she transformed herself into a torrent of seven-colored elements, wrapping around the surface of Dale's law barrier.
Fire generates earth, earth generates metal, metal generates water, water generates wood, and wood generates fire— the Elemental Cycle forms a living energy cycle system on the surface of the barrier. The force of the mass impact is introduced into the cycle, not resisted, but digested, transformed, and channeled by the mutual generation and restraint among the elements.
In the cyclical system, the fire element transforms into the earth element after being impacted, making the earth element heavier and more Sturdiness; the water element is crushed and reassembles into a denser liquid, increasing the fluidity of the barrier; the wind element is dispersed and reassembles into a more complex vortex structure, spreading the impact force in all directions.
The third wave of stars from the Mother of the Stars crashed down.
The barrier trembled violently, but the Elemental Cycle absorbed the impact wave by wave. The cracks on Dale's aura of law stopped increasing; although Kalista's elemental torrent dimmed with each impact, it was constantly regenerated within the circulation system.
For the first time, the swirling nebula in His eyes paused briefly.
"Elemental Cycle... use mutual generation and restraint to buffer mass shocks," He said, "That's right."
"But how long can your cycle last?"
He raised both hands simultaneously, this time not to gather a singularity, but to reassemble all the shattered star debris in the Void —those scattered across the battlefield, now reduced to rubble and dust.
Tens of thousands of star fragments of varying sizes spun around Him, each carrying the remaining mass of a star. These fragments were compressed, stacked, and fused by Him, eventually forming a giant ring with a diameter of over ten thousand miles, composed of countless star fragments.
The ring, encircling the outer edge of Dale's law barrier, began to slowly rotate.
With each rotation, the friction between the ring and the barrier scrapes away a layer from the barrier's surface. This is not a one-time impact, but a continuous, inescapable, relentless crushing force, like a millstone grinding grain.
Under the crushing force of the ring, Dale's barrier began to thin at a visible rate.
One by one, Angley's geometric reinforcement nodes crumbled, and Kalista's Elemental Cycle began to malfunction—the fire element could not generate enough earth element to reinforce the barrier, the water element was crushed into thin steam in the circulation, and the vortex structure of the wind element began to disintegrate.
Dale gritted his teeth, but his body had reached its limit.
Silvery-white blood seeped continuously from his seven orifices. His robes were completely shattered, revealing countless deep, bone-revealing cracks on his body. Among his seven layers of law halos, the outermost Ring of Concept Manipulation had been completely extinguished, and the sixth layer, the Ring of Nihility Containment, was also dimming, flickering, and on the verge of extinction.
"I'll see how long you can hold out..." The Mother of the Stars tilted her head slightly, her majestic gaze carrying a tangible weight.
Dale remained silent.
But His hand reached towards the Elemental Furnace.
The Elemental Furnace —the Federation's ultimate treasure—has been operating in a stable mode ever since the Elemental Dimension was conquered, providing energy to the entire Federation.
At this moment, Dale's hand gripped a certain "switch" in the Void.
The oven's operating mode has switched from "stable" to "overload".
The temperature at the furnace core instantly soared to an immeasurable level, and the runes on the furnace surface lit up one after another, their brightness surpassing all the light on the battlefield. The internal energy pressure was so great that even the space itself could not withstand it, and the Void around the furnace began to collapse in large swathes.
The oven has no consciousness; it feels no fear, and it hesitates.
It's just a tool.
It does whatever Dale tells it to do.
"Full power connection to the Weave! All energy, channeled into the barrier!"
Mystra —despite being severely injured—gritted her teeth and opened all the energy channels in the Weave. The energy from the furnace poured into the law barrier of Dale through the Weave at an unimaginable speed. Under the influx of energy, the silver-white barrier suddenly thickened a hundredfold, forcibly expanding the star ring of the Mother of the Stars by a large circle.
Compared to the traitorous Angley, God of Wisdom, who had already harbored thoughts of betrayal, the Goddess of the Weave was too deeply connected with the spellcasters to betray them, nor did she want to. She truly gave it her all.
The friction between the ring and the barrier turned into a deafening shriek, echoing throughout the Void with a metallic, tearing noise.
The Elemental Cycle of the Elemental Grand Sage Kalista stabilized again under the infusion of energy, and became even more active than before. The seven elements flowed wildly on the surface of the barrier, forming a living elemental hurricane with a diameter of more than ten light-years, which weakened the crushing force of the ring layer by layer.
Angley re-coalesced trillions of geometric surfaces. This time, instead of being passively reinforced, he actively flew out of the barrier and embedded himself in the structural gaps of the ring, attempting to undermine the ring's stability from the inside.
Upon witnessing this, the Lord of Time flashed forward, attempting to disrupt the connection to the Weave.
But Selena and Oberon both stood in his way.
The Space Grand Sage unfolded Dimensional Labyrinth, slicing the space surrounding the Lord of Time into countless fragments, each existing independently, preventing him from jumping directly from one fragment to another. The Space-Time Grand Sage loaded different time flows into each spatial fragment of the labyrinth, completely confusing the Lord of Time's perception of time—he had no idea how much time had passed in each fragment, nor how much time had passed in the outside world.
"Do you think this will trap me?"
The voice of the Lord of Time echoed from the labyrinth, without anger, merely a calm statement.
His body began to "spread," not in a physical sense, but by dispersing his existence across all timelines. Selena's labyrinth could only trap objects existing in the "current timeline," but the Lord of Time was no longer in the current timeline.
In the next instant, he emerged from above the labyrinth—from a branch of timeline that Selena had not blocked—his time sword pointing Mystra's Weave.
"Your net needs to be cut."
The longsword fell.
Mystra saw the longsword, but her body was already immobilized. The previous severe injury had rendered her largely immobile, and the threads of the Weave had turned from dark purple to grayish-white, a sign that its energy was about to run out.
"No--!"
Angley's roar echoed through the Void. He abandoned the disintegration of the ring, instantly recalling all the geometric shapes, forming a shield composed of logical formulas in front of Mystra.
The longsword slashed down.
Angley's Logic Shield clashed head-on with the Lord of Time's longsword.
At that moment, time and wisdom clashed head-on.
On Angley's logical shield, every formula was operating frantically, attempting to analyze, crack, and counter the Lord of Time's Law of Time. But the Lord of Time's sword did not embody a single law, but rather the full authority of the entire time dimension—slashing down simultaneously from the past, present, and future.
Angley's shield held for three breaths.
Then, the formulas collapsed one by one, the logic failed one by one, and the geometry shattered face by face.
The longsword pierced through the shield and continued its descent.
Mystra closed her eyes.
There was no pain.
The longsword missed her.
Dale stood in front of her.
The Eternal, the Magic Pioneer, had somehow teleported from the barrier to the front of the Weave's core, and grasped the Lord of Time's longsword with his right hand.
The sword's edge pierced his palm, and silvery-white blood dripped down the blade.
But Dale did not let go.
"Your opponent," Dale said, shifting his gaze from the Mother of the Stars to the Lord of Time, "Is me."
The Lord of Time's pupils contracted slightly.
It wasn't out of fear, but because He sensed it—a change was occurring in the aura emanating from Dale, a change so intense He had never perceived in Magic Pioneer before, a change bordering on madness.