The battle entered a stalemate.
Gustavo was like a tireless war beast, its Law of Fire blooming into countless blazing sparks in the Void. Every strike it unleashed carried terrifying heat energy capable of incinerating a star field, scorching and distorting the very fabric of space wherever its blade passed.
Lancelot, like a wisp of icy breath wandering in the shadows, relentlessly severed the power network of the Mother of the Stars with extreme speed and precision, freezing, shattering, and disintegrating the law nodes that were attempting to take shape.
The Mother of the Stars faced two opponents alone, yet remained calm and composed.
The Astral Realm essence beneath His feet transformed into a vast net of stars, lifting Him entirely at its core. Billions of miniature stars revolved around Him, forming impenetrable defensive barriers. Each time Gustavo's powerful punch struck, an entire star field's light met it and dissipated it; each time Lancelot's icy breath seeped in, the heavy Law of Earth swallowed and suppressed it.
He is too powerful.
So powerful that even when facing a combined attack from two Eternal of the same level, He still had the strength to occasionally spare a hand to suppress other Eternal tried to take advantage of the chaos to attack Him. Just a moment ago, He used the weight of the Astral Realm Origin to crush three One-Step Eternal who tried to sneak up on Him from behind, suppressing them like flies into the depths of the Astral Realm.
However, this "extra energy" is also constantly consuming His energy.
Logo, however, remained a detached observer.
The miniature realm, like a speck of dust forgotten on the edge of the Astral Realm, floated quietly in the Space-Time folds near the Golden Universe Cluster. Logo sat at the core of the miniature realm, the chaotic energy around him flowing slowly, perfectly blending his aura with the surrounding Astral Realm environment. His eyes were slightly closed, but the Eye of Truth between his brows, which had been completely merged with him, was silently operating.
Purple light flickered incessantly in His sea of consciousness, constantly analyzing every fluctuation emanating from the Core Zone of the Astral Realm. The Mother of the Stars ' combat patterns, power consumption, attention allocation, and even the changes in the intensity of the suppression of the Astral Realm Will with each breath were all recorded, decomposed, and summarized into a massive flow of information by the Eye of Truth in the most precise way.
Logo was like a chess player sitting outside the board, seeing every move on the board clearly.
At a certain moment.
Just as the Mother of the Stars had simultaneously suppressed three Eternal and was gathering her strength to prepare for Gustavo's next fierce attack—
There was an extremely brief and very slight loosening in the spatial structure behind Him.
That loosening, as thin as a hair, as fleeting as a shooting star streaking across the night sky, was so faint that even the most Law of Space Eternal, standing nearby and carefully sensing, might not be able to detect its existence. It was an inevitable gap that would appear when the Mother of the Stars mobilized the power of the Astral Realm Will —Her attention was momentarily divided across three different battlefields: part of her power was used to suppress the three suppressed Eternal, part to reinforce her own defensive barriers, and part to predict the landing point of Gustavo's next attack.
Fighting on three fronts caused His overall suppression of the Astral Realm Will to weaken for a brief moment.
That instant was so brief that it could hardly be measured in time.
So brief that even Gustavo and Lancelot, who were fighting against Him, were completely unaware. Their senses were so focused on the battle that they had no time to detect the subtle changes that occurred at the level of the Astral Realm Will in that instant.
Logo noticed.
His Eye of Truth captured that fleeting moment of decline with perfect precision. Like a falcon piercing through layers of clouds to snatch a hare on the ground, like lightning illuminating a crack in the earth in the darkness, it was crystal clear.
"The time is ripe."
Within the miniature realm, Logo slowly opened his eyes.
In the depths of His eyes, a chaotic divine light suddenly shone. The light was hazy, carrying the primordial color before the beginning of all things, neither dazzling nor brilliant, yet containing a terrifying power that could make the entire Astral Realm tremble. The light, like two rising suns, slowly rose from the depths of His pupils, instantly illuminating the entire sky of the miniature realm.
That light contained the weight of an entire realm, the essence of three Great Dao of Eternity, and an ultimate plan meticulously crafted over countless years.
The Eye of Truth, formed by the fusion of the three twelve-star Miracle Creation; the power of Samsara from the six paths of the Heaven-Bearing Reincarnation Disc; the accumulated faith and willpower of billions of beings in the Spirit Saint Domain; the supreme physique of the Eternity Chaos Saint Body; and the ultimate authority of the Lord of the Law of Chaos —all of these converged in His palm at this moment.
Logo raised his hand and gave a gentle push.
The surface of the miniature realm shattered silently, like a transparent film of water. The thin boundary turned into countless fragments under Logo's fingertips, scattering like petals blown by the wind, revealing His true form hidden within.
Then, He took that step.
From darkness to light.
From dormancy to action.
At the core of the Astral Realm, the Mother of the Stars suddenly frowned.
He sensed it.
A faint aura, not belonging to this battlefield, was suddenly rising from the edge of the Astral Realm. At first, it was so faint as a wisp of smoke, almost swallowed by the vast aura of the Astral Realm. But in the next breath, it Berserk at an incredible speed—
Like a volcano that has been dormant for trillions of years suddenly erupting with magma that has been accumulating for countless years, like a river that has been frozen for an entire era suddenly thawing and surging, like an ancient dragon that has been lurking in the deep sea finally opening its eyes!
That aura contained the vastness of chaos, the cycle of Samsara, the profundity of Space-Time, the precision of cause and effect—and a scent that was both familiar and strange to the Mother of the Stars. That scent belonged to the Spirit Saint Domain, to that distant realm that should have been teetering on the brink of collapse under the siege of the three Eternal, to the realm lord who should have been a pawn in Her plan.
"What?!"
The Mother of the Stars' pupils suddenly contracted, and she abruptly turned her head, her gaze shooting like lightning towards the direction from which the aura was coming!
But it was too late.
Even faster than His gaze was the enormous rift that suddenly tore open above the Astral Realm!
Tear--!!!
A silent, deafening roar resounded simultaneously in the ears of every Eternal. The sound did not exist on the physical level, but acted directly upon the depths of their souls, upon the very foundations of their laws, and upon the fundamental understanding of the concept of "realm" by all beings. It was the commotion produced when the Astral Realm Will was forcibly torn apart, the painful lament of the entire realm's primordial structure as it was impacted.
A rift stretched across the Astral Realm, like an invisible giant hand tearing apart a curtain that covered everything. Around the rift, layer upon layer of spatial dimensions bloomed like flowers—there, the Space-Time Power flowed wildly, churning the timelines of the past, present, and future into a tangled mess; there, space folded into countless overlapping folds, each fold being an independent dimensional space, all the dimensions intertwined and eventually converging into a bottomless Abyss stretching across the Astral Realm.
That Abyss stretched across the sky above the Astral Realm, tearing the entire firmament in two.
Rumble--!!
In an instant, countless bolts of lightning, condensed from the power of various elements, suddenly resounded throughout the Astral Realm. These bolts were unlike ordinary heavenly lightning; they carried the primordial power of the collision of earth, fire, wind, and water at the beginning of chaos. Some shone with a blazing golden light, some with a deep, dark purple hue, and some with a chilling, azure blue hue. All the lightning erupted at the same moment, surging wildly within the already chaotic Astral Realm, colliding from time to time and blooming into golden-purple lightning flowers.