Boom!
The purple-gold lightning, powerful enough to easily shatter a large plane, raged unchecked in the core of the Astral Realm. These lightning bolts were like ferocious thunder dragons, their bodies writhing and stretching wildly in the Void. Each flick of their tails tore open a large crack in space, and each roar caused layers of tremors at the level of laws.
Wherever the lightning passed, the spatial structure was torn to shreds. Some areas were bitten off by the lightning dragon, turning into pitch-black voids; others were swept across by the lightning dragon's tail, instantly evaporating into nothingness. The purplish-gold lightning bolts moved freely across the battlefield like living things, sometimes condensing into huge electric nets that rained down from the sky, and sometimes transforming into countless tiny electric snakes that burrowed into spatial rifts and wandered around.
This region has become a battlefield for the Eternal.
Even those One-Step Eternal must be fully focused on dealing with the surrounding energy storms, as the slightest carelessness could severely damage their foundations from the violent aftershocks of Berserk. As for those at the Supreme God level, it is already extremely difficult for them here—they cannot even withstand the energy turbulence on the outer edge of the battlefield, and if they get too close, they will be crushed by the terrifying oppressive feeling, their minds will feel like they are about to break and their bones will crack.
The intensity of the battle continued to escalate, reaching its peak after Logo truly appeared.
A rift stretched across the sky, stripping away a third of the Astral Realm realm, leaving it like a massive enclave suspended above the Astral Realm. Logo stood at the edge of that enclave, his dark imperial robes fluttering in the gale. His eyes were calm as an abyss, with chaotic divine light flickering faintly deep within his pupils, like an ancient being who had stood there since the beginning of time.
After her initial astonishment, the Mother of the Stars quickly regained her composure.
He stood atop the boundless continent at the heart of the Astral Realm, billions of stars revolving around him, as if the weight of the entire Starry Sky were concentrated on his body. His face was dignified and majestic, as steady and weighty as the earth itself, showing no sign of panic or wavering. His gaze fell upon Logo, with a scrutinizing calm, as if examining an unexpected yet manageable problem.
His state of mind and cultivation were impeccable.
Throughout the long Eternity years, He has experienced countless life-and-death crises, countless unexpected changes, and countless interruptions to His plans. He has long understood that there is no absolute certainty in this world, and that there is risk in doing anything. The essence of the strong is never to avoid risks, but to resolve them with sufficient strength and wisdom when they arise.
"It seems you've already dealt with the Sun God, the God of Law, and the Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms."
The Mother of the Stars spoke, her voice deep and calm, like the slow murmur of an ancient mountain. She uttered Logo's true name, without any titles or embellishments, simply the most unadorned name. "Everyone underestimated you, Logo."
The moment the word "Logo" was uttered, all the Eternal present frowned slightly.
They secretly and frantically calculated Logo's origins, Logo past, and the foundation of Logo path. Each of the Eternal had its own unique means of obtaining information— the Goddess of Fate traced the threads of cause and effect, the Lord of Time searched upstream along the River of Space-Time for its source, the World Tree sensed the imprint of shared origin through the resonance of life, and even the Ruler of the Abyss tried to capture any trace of Logo with the karmic web of evil.
However, in their perception, everything was shrouded in a chaotic Mist.
The Mist was a hazy gray, so thick it was like a physical barrier, shutting out all attempts to peer inside. No matter how the Goddess of Fate manipulated the threads of cause and effect, she could not penetrate the chaotic Mist to touch Logo's true spirit; no matter how the Lord of Time's perception traced back along the River of Space-Time, all he found were fragments deliberately blurred by the power of chaos, unable to piece together a complete picture.
It's as if the name Logo has been shrouded in Mist since its inception, as if this being itself is one with chaos, the origin of all things, the source of all laws. Unless chaos itself is willing to show you something, you will never be able to see its true face.
"No." The Goddess of Fate sighed softly, her golden eyes gazing at Logo with curiosity. "Her current status is too high, second only to the Mother of the Stars. We, within the Astral Realm, have no way of predicting anything concerning Her."
The Goddess of Fate did have some recollection of this unfamiliar Heavenly Emperor of Spirit Saint. In the distant past—when Logo was far from possessing the power he had today—He had participated in the Fate Supremacy War, organized by the Goddess of Fate. At that time, although Logo had already displayed extraordinary talent and potential, in the eyes of the Goddess of Fate, he was merely a promising up-and-coming talent. But who could have imagined that in just a few epochs, that young man who had fought so fiercely in the Fate Supremacy War would have grown to this level, and... surpassed Himself?
"What a magnificent Miracle!"
The Goddess of Fate sighed softly. Logo's rise had completely transcended the realm that the word "Fate" could explain. It was a path of breaking through all shackles and crushing all obstacles with supreme will and heaven-defying strength, far beyond what "the favor of Fate" could encompass.
The Mother of the Stars stood upon the boundless continent, her feet resting on layers of starlight and earth, forming a Cornerstone of indescribable weight. Her gaze calmly fell upon Logo, and she suddenly spoke:
"It seems my ultimate enemy isn't the Ruler of the Abyss, nor the Magic Pioneer... but you."
This statement contains a subtle meaning. The Mother of the Stars has been plotting in the Astral Realm for countless years, from the oldest eras, planning to unify the Astral Realm, seize control of its Astral Realm Will, and embark on the path to transcendence through the Third-Step Eternity. She once considered the Ruler of the Abyss the greatest variable and the Magic Pioneer the most dangerous adversary. But now she realizes that those were merely visible targets; the ultimate being that truly threatens her has always lurked beyond her sight.
Logo arrived at a position parallel to the Mother of the Stars.
His pace was unhurried, each step firm and steady, as if he were walking on Void space. His eyes gazed calmly at the Mother of the Stars, his gaze neither evasive nor retreating, carrying little aggression, appearing serene and composed, without the slightest sign of being suppressed.
Two beings, two gazes, faced each other from afar in the Void at the core of the Astral Realm.
Beneath the Mother of the Stars lies the boundless source of the earth, with billions of stars slowly revolving around her, as if a complete star field revolves around her. Behind Logo lies the one-third of the starfield that has been cut off, with hazy chaotic energy flowing slowly around her, like the most loyal guards protecting their king.
"This battle will determine the future of the Astral Realm," Logo said, his voice calm as still water. "I hope you are ready."
The Mother of the Stars calmly gazed at Logo, her eyes gleaming as if she were examining a precious treasure. Throughout the long ages, she had never encountered an opponent as formidable as Logo. Those who had once been her enemies were either swiftly suppressed due to their inferior strength or slowly worn down by their weaker foundations. Logo, however, was different. His appearance, his level of power, the depth of his schemes—everything exceeded the Mother of the Stars ' expectations.
This will be His most important battle.
The Mother of the Stars said no more.