The figure was about ten thousand feet tall, which was not considered particularly large on the Eternity Astral Realm battlefield.
Yet, standing there, He gave one an absurd feeling that "He is heaven, He is earth, He is everything." He wore a loose, platinum-gold robe, its soft texture rising and falling gently with His breath, as if alive. Embroidered on the robe were countless twisted runes—runes that at first glance appeared chaotic, but upon closer inspection contained a mystery far deeper than any known script. Each curve interpreted a fragment of some ultimate Truth of the universe, and billions of runes intertwined to form a living encyclopedia of all paths.
But what is most striking is the weapon in His hand.
A long spear.
The shaft of the spear was a deep, dark black, like a solidified Abyss of chaos. The surface of the shaft was covered with twisted veins, which slowly flowed with different colored lights—sometimes the purple light of insight from the Eye of Truth, sometimes the gray power of Samsara from the Heaven-Bearing Reincarnation Disc, sometimes the black annihilating edge of the Spear of Destruction, and sometimes the blood-red Slaughter aura of the Ancient Sword of the Abyss.
The essential characteristics of various Miracle Creation are temporarily incorporated into this spear. They do not exclude or conflict with each other, but coexist on the spear in an extremely ingenious way, each occupying a different position and performing a different function.
At the tip of the gun, a deep-set eye slowly moved.
That eye was the very essence of the Eye of Truth. It was fused with the spear, serving as the core of the entire weapon, guiding, coordinating, and integrating the power of all the Miracle Creation.
The entire Astral Realm plane is reflected in its eyes; the location of every Eternal, the flow of every law, and the fluctuation of every energy are clearly presented within them. It constantly observes, analyzes, and predicts every change on the battlefield, directly transmitting the optimal response plan to the depths of the gun-wielder's consciousness.
The aura emanating from this spear, even in its slightest aftershock, was more powerful than the full-force burst of power from the twelve-star Miracle Creation. Within that aura lay the primal power of at least ten different Miracle Creation, unified by the ultimate will of the trinity, like a perfectly commanded army, their coordination reaching an outrageous level.
And on the shoulders of this figure lies a vast, unfathomable world.
That is the Spirit Saint Domain.
This Inner Universe, which had already absorbed nearly half of the Astral Realm Primal Power, was now compressed to a size large enough to be carried on His shoulders. It weighed heavily on the shoulders of the Lord of Truth, yet radiated a warm and profound light, like a heavy cloak draped over His body.
The billions of living beings in the Spirit Saint Domain, the Thirty-Three Heavens Palace, the Nether Realm Netherworld Samsara, the Golden Veins of the Heavenly Net —all of these provide Him with an inexhaustible source of power, allowing each of His breaths to carry the power of an entire realm, and each of His strikes to contain the ultimate mystery of the Samsara reincarnation and the return of all laws to oneness.
A smile slowly appeared on the face that combined the features of the three individuals.
That smile contained Logo's calm composure, Lancelot's cold sharpness, and Gustavo's burning fighting spirit. Three completely different qualities coexisted perfectly on the same face, creating a new aura that surpassed the sum of the three. The smile felt as if chaos itself was smiling at you—friendly yet distant, gentle yet Destruction, peaceful yet deadly.
A deep and vast voice emanated from His mouth, resounding throughout the entire Astral Realm:
"You can call me..."
He slightly raised the spear in his hand, Eye of Truth at the tip of the spear emitted a dazzling purple light, dyeing the entire sky a deep purple hue.
"Lord of Truth!"
The entire Astral Realm fell silent for a moment as the sound faded.
All the Eternal engaged in battle involuntarily stopped what they were doing. Their gazes all converged on the towering, platinum-gold figure, sensing the terrifying aura that would make any Eternal tremble. The Lord of Frost and Thunder's pupils shrank to pinpoints in an instant, and his knuckles, gripping the Frost and Thunder Staff, turned white from the force. A complex emotion flashed in the eyes of the Magic Pioneer —a mixture of shock, fear, and a secret sense of relief. The threads of causality that the Goddess of Fate had reassembled in her hand snapped again under the impact of that aura, but she didn't bother to repair them. She simply stared blankly at the figure, her golden eyes reflecting a brilliance she had never seen before.
The Mother of the Stars leaned against an ancient, Chaos Stele, her gaze fixed on the newly born figure, the solemnity in her eyes more intense than ever before.
He felt an almost equal sense of oppression from the Lord of Truth.
That was an instinctive feeling that only arose when facing an opponent of equal or even slightly superior strength. Throughout the long Eternity years, He had experienced countless battles and faced countless powerful enemies, but never before had an opponent given Him such a heavy and unpredictable feeling.
It was as if they were facing an unprecedented enemy.
At the same time, an unprecedented fighting spirit burst forth in the eyes of the Mother of the Stars. That fighting spirit was intense and pure, without the slightest sign of dejection, wavering, or giving up. A resolute light burned in her golden-brown pupils, like a star that still shines persistently in the darkest night sky.
This is the Mother of the Stars.
From the dawn of time, ruling the Astral Realm, to this present-day colossal being, such a powerful being possesses a heart honed like gold and jade through countless trials. Until the moment of certain defeat, He will not waver in the slightest. He firmly believes in His invincibility, capable of sweeping away all opponents. Even this unprecedented and terrifying foe before Him will only ignite His burning fighting spirit, and will never allow Him to entertain the slightest thought of retreat.
"The Lord of Truth..."
The Mother of the Stars slowly savored the name, her voice deep and resonant like the hum of the earth. "Very well. I'll see if your ultimate form of the Trinity can compare to the foundation I've forged over countless years."
He slowly walked toward the Lord of Truth.
The Lord of Truth is the same, striding toward the Mother of the Stars.
Both moved with extreme slowness, each step leaving a deep, long-lasting mark in the Void. Wherever they passed, everything shattered—time twisted and broke around them, like a snapped rope; space crumbled and collapsed beneath their feet, like thin ice crushed underfoot; Fate vanished and disappeared on either side of them, like smoke scattered by a strong wind; cause and effect disintegrated inch by inch between them, like threads severed by fire.
They are only a few tens of light-years apart, which is almost face-to-face for the Eternal.
But this distance felt like an entire epoch.
Click--!!
Domain Thunder suddenly streaked across the sky.
This lightning was unlike any that had swept across the battlefield before. Its light was a deep, almost pure black, dark purple. Each wisp of lightning contained the complete Samsara the birth, operation, and Destruction of an entire realm. This was the crystallization of the realm's most primordial power, the beginning and source of all lightning. Normally, even the most powerful realms would never produce lightning of this level—only when it involved the ultimate choice concerning the Fate of an entire world would it emerge from the deepest part of the realm's origin, streak across the sky, and announce that some irreversible grand turning point was taking place.