The Lord of Truth floated in mid-air, slowly raising his hand under Lancelot's control. The movement was extremely graceful and natural, like a seasoned veteran stretching his joints, preparing for a long-awaited battle.
Endless Divine Realm descended from His palm, covering everything. The forces of light and darkness rapidly switched, intertwined, and merged within His palm, forming a strange balance never seen before.
The moment the palm of the Lord of Truth was placed upon the Mother of the Stars—
With a thunderous roar, an incredibly magnificent scene suddenly descended!
On that vast scale of Space-Time, which even the Supreme God could not fully observe, a palm slowly pressed down.
The palm seemed to be made of pure, flawless white jade, radiating a warm and holy light. The surface of the palm had no pores, no lines, and no flaws. Even magnified billions of times, it remained crystal clear, as if it were a being formed from a concept that transcended all known matter.
A faint golden light flowed across the surface of his palm. It was not any known gold, but a purer, more fundamental color—the color of Truth " itself, a new form of power born from the fusion of Lancelot's own Way of Battle as the Lord of Endless and Logo's Great Dao of Chaos.
Click!! Click!!
The boundless earth beneath the Mother of the Stars shattered once more, and this time the shattering was more complete and more devastating.
The cracks spread wildly the moment the white jade palm pressed down, penetrating from the earth's surface all the way to the primordial layer at the bottom of the Void. Then, a series of sounds like thunderclaps emanated from within the Mother of the Stars —the sound of Her bones shattering!
Even the mighty Mother of the Stars, before the weight of Truth contained in this white jade palm, was like a mortal being crushed by a mountain of immense power, her bones breaking and shattering inch by inch!
Bang!
The body of the Mother of the Stars, like that of the Lord of Truth before her, was shattered into pieces! Countless fragments of brown starlight scattered everywhere, each fragment containing a part of her power, a part of her memories, or a part of her origin.
The fragments drifted in the Void like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, each trying to reassemble and merge again.
However, the pressure exerted by that white jade palm was too terrifying. A continuous stream of suppressing power poured out from the palm, firmly suppressing all the fragments into a shattered state, making it impossible for them to reassemble for a while.
The terrifying pressure intensified from beneath the palm above. The surrounding Astral Realm space was annihilating, turning into the most primordial matter particles.
Under that terrifying pressure, those particles twisted and gave birth to deities—some taking shape in the light, some emerging in the shadows, some emerging from the flames, and some condensing from the ice crystals.
In an instant, it seemed as if the entire world was against the Mother of the Stars: light transformed into swords that pierced Her fragments, shadows transformed into chains that bound Her essence, flames transformed into furnaces that forged Her will, and ice crystals transformed into cages that froze Her reorganization.
Even His own power seemed to betray Him. Among the countless fragments of brown starlight, some were transformed in nature under the suppression of the Lord of Truth, changing from "the power of the Mother of the Stars" to "the power of the Lord of Truth," and in turn joined the ranks of those suppressing the remaining fragments.
The Astral Realm Will seemed to have abandoned Him as well.
In the Void where His fragments drifted, a faint voice echoed slowly, a voice like the Astral Realm itself whispering, admonishing, and guiding. "Give up... give up... give up everything, accept Eternity silence and death..."
The voice repeated itself endlessly, growing louder, denser, and penetrating deeper into every wisp of consciousness within the fragment of the Mother of the Stars. It was as if an invisible Abyss was opening its doors to Him, waiting for Him to completely surrender and fall into the embrace of Eternity slumber.
However--
"Stars Shines!"
A silent cry suddenly resounded beneath the white jade palm!
That wasn't a real sound, but a roar of will bursting forth at the conceptual level. The will of the Mother of the Stars, scattered into countless fragments, erupted simultaneously, and all the fragments blossomed with dazzling starlight in the same instant!
That starlight was extraordinary. It possessed a deep, dark blue, as if frozen in time, carrying a strange property that caused everything to "freeze." Wherever the light passed, everything froze—not time stopping, that power was too crude; nor space solidifying, that method was too superficial. Rather, all the "possibilities" of the operation of all rules, all the great principles, and all the laws were completely frozen. Every node of the law was locked in its current state, unable to move forward or backward, unable to change or stop.
Under the power of these Stars·Shine, everything came to a standstill.
The daylight-like radiance halted above the fragments of the Mother of the Stars, unable to advance an inch further; the newly born gods froze in their attack stances, their expressions frozen like sculptures; the fragments of origin attempting rebellion hovered in mid-air, like mosquitoes encased in amber. Even the whispers of the Astral Realm Will were frozen in the Void, transforming into a string of solidified sound waves.
The Lord of Truth —even the Lord of Truth that Lancelot is currently controlling—was also completely frozen in place.
He maintained the posture of raising and pressing down, the fanatical smile on his lips frozen on his face, the Spear of Truth held horizontally in front of his chest, the Eye of Truth on the tip of the spear stopped spinning, and the light of the Spirit Saint Domain converged into a still pattern. Everything was frozen in that instant, not even a single thought could function.
Chance!
The body of the Mother of the Stars rapidly materialized during the time the Lord of Truth was frozen. As if responding to a unified command, the frozen fragments simultaneously shone with even brighter light. They rapidly converged, merged, and recombined in the Void, and within a single breath, they reformed into the complete form of the Mother of the Stars.
His face was a little paler than before, and his breath was somewhat weakened, but the fighting spirit in his golden-brown eyes was more intense than ever before.
He took a step forward.
During this period of stagnation, only the Mother of the Stars was able to move freely. Her footsteps created tangible ripples in the frozen Void, each step traversing billions of miles, and in just two steps she arrived before the Lord of Truth. The Hammer of Earth appeared in her hand; the Domain Thunder on its surface had ceased flashing, but the material power carried by the hammer itself was still enough to shake everything.
"Stars - Shattered Spirits"
The Mother of the Stars uttered a low growl. This move was a divine technique Mother of the Stars had created in the Spirit Ruins, an ultimate attack specifically targeting the essence of the soul. She fused her own starlight power with the earth's origin, creating a terrifying ability capable of directly severing the "fundamental laws upon which the soul depends for its existence."
Over the long course of time, this move has been continuously improved and refined by the Mother of the Stars. Now, when it is used again, it possesses a terrifying power that can shake the Third-Step Eternity.
It's also one of the Mother of the Stars ' most powerful trump cards!!