This time, the Mother of the Stars, who already knew the soul characteristics of Logo and the other two, launched a targeted attack.
The corrosive force carried by the water flow is specifically optimized for the characteristics of the "information soul," no longer simply and brutally attempting to destroy it, but rather interfering with, distorting, and deconstructing the integrity of the information flow in a more refined and ingenious way.
The Lord of Truth can no longer hide.
He had no choice but to tough it out.
The corrosive force surged into His body like a tidal wave, creating utter chaos in His soul's information flow.
Logo's chaotic power, Lancelot's Endless variables, and Gustavo's devouring seal—the originally perfect balance between the three was constantly impacted, shaken, and disintegrated by the corrosive factors seeping in from the water. Their thoughts began to become slightly out of sync, their wills began to experience brief delays, and the flow of their power began to become slightly blocked.
Meanwhile, the water flow itself continues to press, contract, and squeeze, like an invisible giant hand from all directions, trying to crush the Lord of Truth entirely in its palm.
This is a truly devastating blow.
It is deeper, more fundamental, and more difficult to heal than ever before.
The body of the Lord of Truth trembled violently amidst the flowing water, golden blood seeping from His mouth, nose, and ears, only to be washed away, carried away, and dissipated by the water. His aura visibly weakened at this moment, and the light of the Trinity dimmed considerably.
The Mother of the Stars immediately sensed this.
A terrifying killing intent flashed in His eyes, as if it were a tangible thing. That killing intent carried a frenzied release that had been suppressed for too long—the ecstatic joy of finally seeing the dawn of victory, the excitement of finally having the chance to completely crush this unprecedented enemy. Without the slightest hesitation, He raised the Hammer of Earth high, and all the elemental power of the entire Astral Realm converged madly towards the hammerhead at that moment!
Crimson flames, azure storms, blue waves, and brown earth—four primordial elements intertwined and swirled above the hammerhead, transforming into a four-colored sphere of light. That sphere grew larger, brighter, and heavier, as the four elements, under His will, continuously compressed, merged, and sublimated, ultimately coalescing into an unprecedented ultimate form—
A hazy beam of light slowly condensed and took shape on the hammerhead.
The beam of light contained the full essence of the four primordial elements, with the Mother of the Stars's origin as its framework, the ultimate mystery of magical power as its soul, and the elemental resonance of the entire Astral Realm as its flesh and blood, condensing into an unparalleled attack capable of Destruction everything.
The hammer points to the Lord of Truth.
At that moment, a strong sense of death arose in the heart of the Lord of Truth.
The feeling was so clear, so real, so unavoidable, as if the God of Death's scythe was already at His neck, waiting only for a gentle slash to reap His entire Triune life. The Lord of Truth clearly understood—if He were to be struck squarely by this beam, even if He didn't die, He would be on the verge of collapse and disintegration. The Triune form would completely collapse at that moment, scattering into its three original forms. And at that point, there would be no difference between fighting and defeat.
Compared to the Mother of the Stars, the so-called Magic Pioneer, Dale, is utterly inept in his use of elemental power; calling him a "lousy little brother" wouldn't be an exaggeration. Although Dale is one of the progenitors of magic in the Astral Realm, and his control over the elements is outstanding among his peers, compared to the Mother of the Stars ' current display of "the four primordial elements transforming freely and without loss, ultimately condensing into their ultimate form," it's like a firefly compared to the bright moon—the difference is immeasurable.
The Mother of the Stars remained indifferent, her voice echoing slowly across the Astral Realm like an ancient mountain making its final declaration. "No one in the entire Astral Realm knows that I am the true creator of magical power and its secret guide. Even Dale was nurtured by me during his upbringing..."
In a sense, this person can be considered the leader of the Astral Realm civilization. Magical civilization, technological civilization, divine civilization—almost all forms of civilization in the Astral Realm have received His guidance and protection in various aspects.
He sowed the seeds of magic in the nascent planes, allowing them to take root, sprout, and evolve into countless schools of thought; He bestowed the sparks of technology upon Explorer, letting them bloom into the brilliance of steel and energy in the vastness of the Starry Sky; He created the Path of Faith, allowing the souls of countless beings to find their home and be elevated in worship and devotion.
The Mother of the Stars truly and earnestly manages the entire Astral Realm. Of course, there are personal motives involved—after all, the more powerful the Astral Realm becomes, the more progress and power it will gain when it becomes her Inner Universe. But a significant part of the reason is also due to the Mother of the Stars's genuine love for the diverse civilizations.
Otherwise, He would not have created the Path of Faith, nor secretly protected the growth of so many races, nor silently watched the flowers of civilization in the Astral Realm bloom, wither, and bloom again through countless days and nights.
All I can say is that he was an extremely complex person.
But at this moment, in the midst of this fierce life-or-death battle, the Lord of Truth had no time to attend to this.
The threat of death gripped His throat as if it were a tangible reality.
In that critical moment, the Lord of Truth reacted with lightning speed.
"Switch!"
On a level of consciousness, a sharp shout rang out!
In an instant, the Lord of Truth's control shifted from a state of equilibrium among the three to Gustavo's dominance.
It was a power entirely different from Logo's erudition and Lancelot's sharpness—more savage, more primal, more unreasonable.
Then--
Bang!
The body of the Lord of Truth exploded with a deafening roar! The explosion was not a passive disintegration, but an active sacrifice! All material structures, all legal frameworks, and all forms of energy were compressed, collapsed, and condensed in that instant, transforming into a wildly spinning Black Hole!
That Black Hole was far larger, deeper, and more irresistible than any that the Lord of Truth had ever unleashed before. It was fueled by the entire primordial essence of the fused Trinity, centered on the Law of Devouring of the Abyss Warden the Gustavo Abyss, and replenished with the Spirit Saint Domain, and it suddenly took shape within the core of the Astral Realm!
Everything in all directions is being frantically devoured by the Black Hole —light, matter, energy, laws, Space-Time, causality. All existences that approach the Black Hole are pulled in by its unparalleled gravity, transforming into their most primordial forms within the Infinity compressed singularity of the Black Hole.
And at this moment Mother of the Stars unleashed her long-awaited ultimate attack.
The hazy beam of light that finally coalesced from the four colors on the Hammer of Earth, carrying the essence of all four primordial elements, shot toward the core of the Black Hole!
The two sides collided.
There was no sound.
There was no light.
There was no shockwave.
Only absolute nothingness is spreading.
That nothingness was like a canvas erased by an eraser, where everything that existed vanished. The dimensions of space were wiped away, the flow of time was halted, the structure of laws was deconstructed, and the chain of cause and effect was severed. The entire Astral Realm— the magnificent and colorful sky, the vast and profound Starry Sky, the surging and rushing River of Space-Time, the densely packed planes and dimensions—everything rapidly faded, diluted, and disappeared in that absolute nothingness.
Half of the Astral Realm, once vibrant and colorful, have been transformed into a gray and white canvas.
It's like being forcibly knocked down from a higher dimension to a lower one.
All beings still in that area, regardless of their cultivation level or whether they Eternity, were instantly "flattened" into two-dimensional projections, losing all three-dimensionality, vitality, and initiative.
The figures of the Lord of Truth and the Mother of the Stars stand facing each other across the gray canvas.
One is a twisted black ring—a remnant of Black Hole.
One is a broken brown line—the shattered remains of the Hammer of Earth.