Those lightning flowers bloomed in the Void and withered in an instant, releasing terrifying energy fluctuations powerful enough to distort the laws of nature.
All beings within the Astral Realm were alarmed at this moment.
The low-level cultivators who were watching the battle looked up at the sky in horror. They saw that the huge crack that had torn the sky apart was like a wound that would never heal, lying across their heads. Deep within the crack, gray chaotic light flickered, emanating a sense of oppression that would make any Astral Realm creature feel a chill down their spine.
Those who Eternal reacted even more violently.
The Mother of the Stars felt a sudden emptiness in her heart.
He clearly felt that a large chunk of the Astral Realm Will he was gradually gaining control of was suddenly missing from his chest. The feeling was so abrupt and intense, as if a magnificent palace under construction had its entire foundation dug out from the middle, causing fatal structural cracks to appear in the stability of the entire building.
The Mother of the Stars abruptly lowered her head, re-perceiving the overall state of the Astral Realm Will. Her perception swept across every inch of the Astral Realm like a tidal wave, then fed the results back into her divine soul—
One-third of the Astral Realm realm has vanished.
No, they didn't disappear; they were "cut off." Those territories still exist within the overall spatial structure of the Astral Realm, but they have been separated from the control of the Astral Realm Will and become independently operating "enclaves." Within those enclaves, all laws and orders, all energy cycles, and all the Fate of living beings have broken free from the control of the earth and been taken over by another force.
Within that power were the aura of the Realm Beast Heart Core, the purple light of the Eye of Truth, the golden veins of the Heavenly Net, the power of Samsara from the slowly rotating Heaven-Bearing Reincarnation Disc —and, the special scent belonging to the Spirit Saint Domain that He had just sensed.
The Mother of the Stars understood instantly.
"You--!!"
He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through layers of Space-Time folds, landing on the figure slowly emerging from the depths of the crack.
The figure was clad in a dark black imperial robe, with nine chaotic dragons slowly slithering across it. His form emerged step by step from the chaotic light deep within the rift, each step creating ripples of gray light in the Void of the Astral Realm. As these ripples spread, the Astral Realm laws that had originally been under the control of the Mother of the Stars "rebelled," submitting to the figure's aura.
Heavenly Emperor Logo.
He emerged from the rift, like an ancient deity returning from the depths of chaos, bringing with him a third of the Astral Realm realm as a gift.
The Mother of the Stars was able to do all this thanks to the Fantasy Dimension that Logo had established beforehand. That dimension was a parallel space that Logo constructed with the Eye of Truth at its core and the Fantasy World System of the Astral Realm as its blueprint; its origin fundamentally came from the Astral Realm itself. This means that even though Logo was an "outsider," His authority in the Fantasy Dimension naturally enjoyed a portion of the Astral Realm's recognition.
Just like a son who has been away from home for many years, even if he has been out there making his own way and building his own career, when he returns home, the door that should only be opened by the homeowner will still be left a crack open for him.
If the Mother of the Stars had focused her attention on fighting Logo, with her terrifying power on the verge of entering the Third-Step Eternity of Eternity, Logo could never have so easily carved out a third of the Astral Realm's territory. The problem was, the Mother of the Stars was completely unaware of Logo's existence; all her attention was focused on the battles with Gustavo, Lancelot, and the other Eternal within the Astral Realm. In her perception, Logo should be tightly bound to the Spirit Saint Domain by the three Eternal, unable to break free.
This is a fatal flaw caused by information asymmetry.
Caught off guard, the Mother of the Stars, Logo seized the moment and, like a sharp blade cutting into a soft spot, peeled a third of the Astral Realm from her control.
The thunder in the Starry Sky continued to vibrate.
The lightning bolts, formed from various elements, churned and exploded across the sky, as if playing the chaotic war drums for this earth-shattering event. All the Eternal stopped fighting at this moment, whether they were suppressed by the Mother of the Stars, fighting against her, or watching from the shadows. All eyes were focused on the figure who had just appeared, clad in imperial robes.
The most awe-inspiring being is the Lord of Time.
He is one of the longest-lived Eternal in the entire Astral Realm, wielding the ultimate secrets of the Law of Time, and witnessing countless ages of change in the Astral Realm. His eyes, forever flowing with the River of Time, are now fixed intently on Logo, and he speaks, each word deliberate, his voice filled with undisguised solemnity and shock:
"Heavenly Emperor of Spirit Saint... you truly are a being from the Astral Realm!"
In the perception of the Lord of Time, this newly appeared Heavenly Emperor of Spirit Saint was perfectly integrated with the fundamental laws of the entire Astral Realm. The degree of integration penetrated to the very bottom of every strand of law, reaching the core of the Astral Realm Will, a level that no outsider could possibly achieve. His aura, his imprint, and the intimate resonance with the Astral Realm's origin clearly indicated that he was a native being of the Astral Realm!
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to accomplish such a feat. Only a true Astral Realm Child could leave such a profound imprint on the core of the Astral Realm Will, and maintain such a smooth primal resonance even in the separated territories.
The World Tree secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He stood in the Void at the edge of the battlefield, his massive body radiating vitality under the light of the Astral Realm. Countless verdant branches stretched out from his body, gently unfurling, showing that he had finally put down a heart that had been hanging in suspense for too long.
"Great... I finally made it..."
The World Tree murmured softly, and a long-lost smile of relief appeared in its eyes, which were as deep as an ancient forest. It had waited too long for this moment.
As Logo's old friend and elder, the World Tree was one of the very few beings in the Astral Realm who knew Logo's true background. It witnessed Logo's rise from the Elven Plane Astral Realm the depths of the Chaos Sea in search of opportunity, and its great journey of establishing its own sect and creating the Heavenly Court in the Spirit Saint Domain. Although it had long known that its junior was extraordinary, the fact that Logo had achieved this—lurking under the nose of the Mother of the Stars, tearing apart the Astral Realm Will at a crucial moment, and severing a third of the starfield in one fell swoop—still filled the World Tree with immense excitement and satisfaction.
There was no need to even sense it; the aura emanating from Logo, belonging to Second-Step Eternity One, was the best invigorator. That aura was extremely profound, containing the power of the Great Dao of Chaos, the power of Samsara, and the power of Space-Time causality—each of which had reached the peak level of Second-Step Eternity, and even faintly touched the threshold of an even higher realm. Even the World Tree, a veteran Second-Step Eternity One, had to admit, upon sensing Logo's aura, that this junior had completely surpassed it.
"Good lad..." World Tree murmured to himself, the smile in his eyes growing wider.
The only ones who weren't surprised were Lancelot and Gustavo.
Their gazes fell upon Logo, their eyes filled with both fighting spirit and satisfaction. Before Logo entered the Astral Realm, they had already re-established a real-time communication channel with Logo, and were fully aware of his every move. From Logo setting up an isolation barrier in the Chaos Sea, to his infiltration into the Astral Realm as a miniature realm, to his selection of the opportune moment and preparation for severing the Star Frontier— Lancelot and Gustavo had been involved in every single plan, every preparation, and every timing.
Seeing the plan executed perfectly, they felt not only excitement but also a sense of relief, as if saying, "This moment has finally arrived."
The Mother of the Stars stood beneath the shattered heavens, her gaze fixed intently on Logo.
His face was extremely grim, and the power of the stars around him surged wildly, like a raging Starry Sky trembling violently. He sensed the one-third of his territory that had been cut off, sensed that part of his power being completely lost from his control, and sensed the defensive system that Logo had rapidly built based on that one-third of his star territory—like a huge fortress, suddenly rising from the ground in his homeland.
Logo, on the other hand, simply stood with his hands behind his back on that piece of territory that had been carved out.
His gaze rested calmly on the Mother of the Stars, revealing no smugness, no provocation, no condescension. He simply watched quietly, as if examining a game of chess that had finally been settled.
" Mother Goddess."
He spoke, and his voice echoed slowly in the sky above the Astral Realm, carrying the vastness and remoteness unique to the power of chaos.
"It's been a long time."