Temple of Destruction.
Violet stood at the entrance, holding the hollow Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor until her hand went numb.
The sharp spikes of the horn had pierced her palm. Golden blood trickled down the cracks in the horn, dripping onto the volcanic rock and hissing with rising clouds of golden smoke.
She could feel that all three Demigods were keeping their eyes locked on her.
The mont she showed the slightest weakness, they would rush forward and kill her.
Gritting her teeth, Violet forced her cultivation to appear as a terrifying 48-star pressure. Purple and gold light surrounded her, bright enough to almost blind anyone. She pretended the horn was still ready to trigger Self-Destruct at any mont.
She silently counted the seconds. The 18-day deadline felt like it was rushing through her mind; with every passing second, the pressure grew heavier.
Moragas knelt beside her, his chest wound still weeping pale gray soul blood. His Demigod cultivation had dropped to 40 stars due to his injuries, and he could barely stand.
Watching the horn in Violet’s hand grow completely dull, then seeing her weak, trembling figure refuse to back down, his self-mockery slowly turned into admiration. "A loyal, stubborn fool," he thought.
Moragas had lived for thousands of years, but he had never felt this humbled. He had never seen anyone so reckless with their life.
Through the soul contract, Violet sensed that the ti freeze on Logan’s side was finally loosening. She let out a breath of relief and sent him one final ssage:
"Master, I’ve survived the first wave of attacks. I don’t think I can make it through the second."
"Soon, Observer No. 3 will descend in person. Watch yourself, Master!"
"Violet, I miss you!"
The mont Logan received the ssage, the silver-white ti chains of the Ti Rift began to shatter, inch by inch.
Violent energy surges raced through the space channel, reaching every corner of the No. 53 Restricted Zone instantly.
"What kind of power is this?"
"Where is this overwhelming pressure coming from?"
"Stop calling it pressure—that’s pure killing intent!"
The three Demigods simultaneously sensed a fluctuation beyond the Demigod stage, and their faces went pale.
Realizing Logan was a nightmare they couldn’t handle, they imdiately dropped their pressure and retreated over ten kiloters.
...
At the border of the No. 53 Restricted Zone.
The sharp sound of shattering silver-white ti chains reached the outer edge of the defense line even before Logan appeared.
The exit of the Ti Rift exploded in the rock wall to the west of the line.
Tiny fragnts of Ti Rule scattered like stardust, drifting with the wind onto the light curtain of the defense ring, sparking tiny golden ripples.
Logan stepped out of the space channel and landed on the black volcanic rock.
The leaking Space Rule cracked the hard ground beneath his feet, creating fine, web-like fissures.
The sound of cracking spread across the ground, even making the light curtain of the No. 53 Defense Ring wobble.
Looking at the destruction he had caused, Logan looked inward at his nine-spiral structure and nodded.
"On the Creation Rule and Devouring Rule gene chains, 80% of the truth marks have been cleared. However, the cracks in the Ti Rule gene chain are only repaired to a critical state."
A faint silver light flickered on the Blade of Ti in his fingertips before fading away.
Logan sighed, "The Ti Anchor is still sealed. The remaining two rewind permissions are locked shut by the Gapless Space Lock, making them impossible to activate. It seems I can’t use ti abilities to fight for the ti being."
With that, Logan raised his hand and activated the [Nine Realms Projection].
A virtual universe spanning a kiloter instantly enveloped him. Nine major stars rotated slowly along fixed orbits.
Silver Ti, gold Space, green Creation, black Destruction, gray Soul, Black Devouring, Blue-White Lightning, Snow-White Frost, and Gray-Black Earth. Nine colors of rule-light wove together to form a thick domain barrier.
With the nine-spiral pressure at 80% stability fully unleashed, he couldn’t rewind ti, but the other eight rules functioned normally. His aura easily crossed the threshold of the super-Demigod stage.
The three Demigod vanguard leaders were preparing to launch a second wave of attacks when they were suddenly engulfed by the Nine Realms domain. Their combat strength was instantly suppressed by thirty percent.
Lightning Demigod Thunder Fang’s thunder rod shook violently in his grip. Blue-white arcs of electricity exploded across the back of his hand, burning him so badly he gasped, and the sll of scorching flesh spread from his palm.
The Frost Demigod’s floating snowflakes suddenly stopped in mid-air. His extre cold aura weakened significantly, and he instinctively stepped back half a step, terrified that Logan’s next attack would strike him.
The Earth Demigod retracted his raised foot in mid-stride. The gravity field beneath him went haywire, causing floating rubble to fall and crash against his feet. He didn’t even notice the pain.
The three subconsciously retreated three kiloters, terrified to take another single step forward.
Grinding his teeth, Thunder Fang gripped the handle of his thunder rod, his voice tight. "His ti rule fluctuations are weak. It must be unrepaired. Maybe it’s just a bluff?"
Frost Demigod stared at the Nine Realms projection behind Logan, his face pale. "A bluff can’t make our own rules grind to a halt? Don’t you rember the pressure of the Origin Devourer wasn’t even this terrifying?"
The Earth Demigod’s gaze swept to Violet at the temple entrance, holding the horn high. He swallowed hard. "The Sky-Shattering Horn is still glowing. If he really triggers Self-Destruct, all three of us will die. There’s no point in gambling."
Standing three kiloters away, the three Demigods found themselves in a stalemate, unable to advance or retreat.
Seeing Logan arrive, Violet slowly raised the hollow Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor, gently shaking it to catch their attention. She forced her 48-star pressure to remain visible.
Her golden vertical pupils swept coldly over the three Demigods.
Currently, blood still crusted at Violet’s mouth. Combined with her complete lack of fear, she perfectly crafted the illusion that [she still had a Demigod-stage ace up her sleeve].
She pressed her fingertips slightly harder, deepening the cracks in the horn, yet she didn’t even flinch or frown.
Logan’s gaze swept over her, locking eyes with her for a single second.
No words were needed; both knew each other’s true state perfectly.
Violet’s horn was empty, and Logan couldn’t use ti rewind. Right now, they were both bluffing.
Moragas stood beside Violet, dragging his battered body to hold up a shield. "Logan, you’re finally here! Hurry and kill those three bastards!"
A bowl-sized wound on his chest continued to weep pale gray soul blood, sizzling and smoking as it hit the volcanic rock.
He dared not look Logan in the eye; his head was bowed so low it nearly touched his chest, and the bone armor on his knees had been ground to dust.
His heart was in chaos. He had already lost 90% of his bone dragons and had been tricked into being a decoy. In a fit of anger, he had just been coasting along earlier.
Sure, he did buy three minutes of ti, but if Logan held him responsible for poor defense, this half-dead body of his couldn’t handle the reckoning.
Worse, he was tightly bound to Logan’s fate. If Logan ca to harm, he would die with him.
Even his earlier charge, Nabo, was really just about saving his own skin.
Moragas’s hand gripping the soul staff was white-knuckled, and he breathed so lightly he feared even the sound of his breath might draw Logan’s attention.
Just then, a ten-kiloter-long silver-gray rift tore open in the sky.
The freezing Space Rule pressure made everyone gasp for air; even the wind stopped dead.
Observer No. 3 stepped out of the air itself. His semi-transparent, kiloter-high body blocked half the sky. Over a hundred silver-gray space chains surrounded him, each end dangling with tiny cracks in space.
Wherever he passed, even the air froze into ice shavings.
He raised his semi-transparent right hand, and silver-gray Void energy quickly condensed in his palm.
The terrifying surge of that forbidden kill move shook the surrounding volcanic rock until it turned to flying ash.
"Space Entropy!"
The silver-gray Void energy descended like a collapsing tide. Wherever it touched, rocks were instantly erased into Void.
As Logan’s Nine Realms projection barrier touched the Void energy, dense, spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on its surface.
The golden stellar power was rapidly devoured, and the barrier thinned visibly.
Pale golden blood gushed from Logan’s nose, dripping down his jawline onto his collar.
"Damn! It’s that strong!" Logan groaned, his internal vision scanning his nine-spiral structure. His DNA cracks briefly worsened from level 8.2 to 8.3.
At that mont, Observer No. 3’s silver-gray pupils swept toward the Horn of the Sky-Shattering Ancestor in Violet’s hand.
The Space Rule brushed over the horn, instantly sensing it was completely destroyed—energy drained to nothing, leaving only a hollow shell.
A cold smile curled the corner of his mouth. Just as he prepared to unleash a second wave of Space Entropy, a pillar of erald-green Creation Rule light suddenly descended from the sky, forcefully blocking the crushing Void energy.
"Hold on!" The 7th Observer walked out of the light pillar. He was surrounded by gentle green creation rule-light, creating a sharp contrast to Observer No. 3’s icy silver-gray.
"What are you doing here?" Observer No. 1 roared, annoyed. He waved his hand, blasting the remaining energy of the Space Entropy directly at the 7th Observer.
"Obviously, to stop you from killing him!" The 7th Observer said calmly. He raised his hand, unleashing a wave of violent energy to et the incoming Space Entropy.
The silver-gray space chains collided with the green creation light in mid-air, exploding with countless space cracks. Neither Observer moved an inch; neither backed down.
The 7th Observer sensed that Logan’s nine-spiral structure held a Creation Rule identical to his own. Glancing around at the ruined battlefield, he muttered softly, "The Ancient Tribunal has already lost the Origin Devourer and Bar, both super-Demigods. If we keep fighting, we’ll only be playing into The Observer No. 1’s hands."
With that thought, The 7th Observer scanned the area, cleared his throat, and his voice rang out across the entire defense line: "Logan wields a Creation Rule identical to mine. Rather than killing him, it is far better to recruit him as an outsider arbitrator and add him to our observation sequence."
"This is the most rational choice. Suspend the execution program to avoid a mutual destruction."
Upon hearing this, Observer No. 3’s chains shook violently. His voice trembled with rage: "Logan devoured the core essence of the plane. He has fundantally violated the Tribunal’s rules and must be erased!"
"Besides, it is an iron law of the Ancient Tribunal: Observers cannot fight one another. Are you trying to defy the rules now?"
"The rules exist to maintain the stability of the plane, not to weaken our own combat power," The 7th Observer countered. A thick erald light barrier grew even denser around him, blocking the chains swinging at him. "If you attack now, Logan will fight to the death. Both of us will be severely wounded. And once The Observer No. 1’s forces arrive, neither of us will be able to escape."
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