Athos was in complete silence, and the reason for this was the previous encounter between the young Athosian and the Saint Ancestor realm cultivator from the Immortal Gate. After witnessing the strength and power of the Athosians, the visiting cultivators were all cautious of their actions and behaviors. Most of them even cupped their hands in salutations whenever they saw an Athosian, trying not to seem disrespectful or hint at it.
The Athosian citizens continued their daily lives, passively roaming the floating branch cities and ignorant of the shocking scene of the death of a Sain Ancestor realm cultivator, who is seen as the pinnacle of strength and power in the Immortal Realm.
But suddenly, the pentagon-shaped badges of every Athosian radiated with ambiance as a ssage transmitted within their consciousnesses. Without the slightest hesitation, hundreds of millions of Athosians imdiately looked up at the Athos Tree as they began vanishing from the cities, heeding the command issued by their God Fairy. Their speeds were so fast that they resembled figures fading into the surroundings, thanks to their suits constructed by their One Above.
The surrounding cultivators expressed confused and troubled faces as they watched the Athosians suddenly vanish from their midst. Especially in one branch city, thousands of visiting cultivators once ate and drank with the Athosians, before the ergence of the magical displays of the battle. But after witnessing the battle and a period of silence, the cultivators noticed the illuminating badges on the Athosians before they instantly vanished from the scene.
This sudden action of the Athosians sent waves of dread and panic in the cultivators as they exchanged gazes. Most of them imdiately regained seriousness and eliminated their pleasure and party moods.
"This, could it be that the Immortal Gate has arrived and is going to war with Athos?!"
A mature male cultivator expressed as the crowd resonated with his guess. And supported by the fact that an Athosian just killed an Elder of the Immortal Gate, the thought of a war about to occur wasn't too far-fetched to imagine.
"I must agree with you, fellow cultivator. Judging from the prideful nature of the Immortal Gate and their history of erasing civilizations that went against their order, it must truly be that they have arrived to exterminate the One Above and Athos."
"Could it be that the Immortal Gate sent their Elder knowing he would be killed by Athos, and used that as an excuse to eradicate them for good?"
"As ancient beings with vast knowledge, sacrificing a saint ancestor to defeat an enemy is not a significant loss for them. They can cultivate another within a million cycles, thanks to their near-endless resources accumulated over eons.
The cultivators spoke, each expressing their profound thoughts and opinions on the matter.
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Sector X999
The Dao Children hovered with solemn faces, staring at their leader with expectation, awaiting his orders.
Their leader was so distance away, appearing to be in a trance-like state, using an ancient runic symbol, the word 'Destiny' inscribed on his forehead. His eyes moved rapidly from left to right as his pupils twitched. After another minute of what seed to be him calculating destiny, the Dao Child's eyes stopped, a smile appearing on his face.
At another location within the sa training dinsion, Lian Zu, his female companion, and Hul were combating hundreds of thousands of monsters when suddenly, Hul paused and held his citizen badge with a serious countenance. Noticing Hul, who was the leading person slaying the most monsters, stopped, Lian Zu, and the girl also paused.
But before Lian Zu could even ask, Hul said, "Excuse , brother Lian Zu, but I must go. The God Fairy has summoned all Athosians. I hope to et again in the future, if fate allows," as he vanished from the scene, not allowing either party a comnt.
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Inside the Omni Residence, Patrick, Athena, Anastasia, Thalia, and Elaine sat on their heavenly thrones wearing resplendent godly armor.
Patrick sat in the center, Athena and Thalia sitting on his right, and Anastasia and Elaine on his left. Raleigh stood at the bottom of the stairs, wearing dark crimson armor, his eyes pulsating with infinite energy.
Anna's mini version stood in Patrick's head, braiding his hair playfully while dancing. Alpha, the black and gold energy ball, rested on his boots with closed eyes as if in slumber.
Suddenly, Anastasia chuckled and said, "Amusing, a Dao Child poking his head into Destiny, attempting an escape from fate; he seems quite desperate in avoiding you, dear."
Without the need to even see or look, everyone within the chamber was already aware of every action of the Dao Child. Anastasia, being the Mistress of Fate, twirled her fingers casually, countless multicolored realities and tilines in the form of threads materializing before her afterward. Then, holding a single thread from the unlimited tilines and realities, she stretched and joined it with a particular golden thread pulsating with the sa energy as her and her family's, the King Family.
"But where we exist, destiny and fate are but concepts acting according to our will and desire," Anastasia said, observing the countless other tilines and realities linked with their current reality.
"… Our encounter is destined, but the lad can wait. And besides, he wouldn't make a better sport at his current level." Patrick said, side-glancing at the cosmic threads encompassing fates, destinies, and tilines.
"Would it make a difference even if he were at any level? He wouldn't make a better sport regardless," Thalia said, smirking.
Athena and her three sister wives all laughed as they stared at Patrick, who was cursed with his absolute power and never having to experience anything challenging.
Sighing, Patrick stared at his ten rings of Omnivastance as he comnted, "I have already nerfed myself at an absolute infinite level with these rings, with only having to use my most basic natures. I have even isolated myself in an endless Absolute True Dinsion, where my Transcending Existential Natures are perpetually being sealed as I eternally transcend myself. Yet I remain beyond comparison and tiering."
"…"
The wives remained silent upon Patrick's comnt; they exchanged gazes as they felt each other's emotions about the incomprehensible reality of their husband's existence. And Patrick being an existence above them, it was impossible to decipher his emotions and feelings.
"What does it matter? I am Patrick Alexander King, Ruler of All and Master of Beyond. What should my existence be if not a bully and an overkill to existence itself?"
Hearing this, the wives rolled their eyes as they shook their heads, thinking synchronically, "And his arrogance is back."
Suddenly, Fairy Marine appeared in the throne hall; she knelt and bowed to the Omni beings as she said, "Your Godship, Your Heavenly Majesties."
"Rise, Lady Marine. Is my armada ready?"
"Yes, your Godship, all age-appropriate Athosian warriors and citizens have been assembled, with the only exception being Fengian Xu, the Overlord of the West, who I tasked with expanding our territory, making the Western Continent our vassal state, and uncovering the hidden entities called the Ancient Order."
"Hmm! Athos has already achieved peak civilization, but its citizens are a bunch of nobodies. We will change that by sending them into various realms and dinsions. Their objective will be to conquer and subjugate under my reign as Conqueror Supre and await my arrival.
I shall first enter the Desolate Realm, and upon my return, I want every dinsion and realm conquered and readied for war against the Immortal Cosmos."
"As His Imperial Godship commands."
"You will stay and act as the overseer of Athos, and since the Western Continent is our vassal state, order Fengian Xu to subjugate the Immortal Realm by day's end. Once subjugated, make the entire Immortal Realm planet our vassal state as well, with every major powerhouse in Athos; there will be no resistance.
"Yes, your Godship. And what of the guests?"
"I promised them a week stay, so let them have it; after all, they are all now vassals of Athos."
"Your wish is my command, your Godship."
Fairy Marine said, dissolving from the throne chamber after.
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Outside, sections of the afternoon skies of Athos were blackened by the billions of Athosians hovering in a military formation. The congested ambiances of billions of Athosians caused space to bend and the surrounding liquified energies to scatter. Among the groups were only cultivators fourteen and older, and most of them were n, the percentage being a 90:10 ratio of n and won.
Staring at the Athosians above from the branch cities, the guest cultivators expressed dread and worry, sweat rolling down their faces and swallowing saliva in panic.
"Could it be what we thought? Has the Immortal Gate co to eradicate Athos?"
"This is bad! The Immortal Gate must have waited for all the major powerhouses to enter Athos, then created a reason to eliminate them, adding us along as collateral damage. Those old bastards, to think this was their plan all along."
A group of cultivators expressed disheartennt, their worry ever so increasing by the passing mont.
Not far from the group, the Star Comrce Alliance Head Manager and his younger sister stood with their group. They heard the concerned thoughts of the surrounding cultivators, this also birthing caution in their hearts as they watched the Athosian warriors in the sky with serious expressions and deanors.
"Little sis, you are the genius strategist; what do you think is happening? Is the Immortal Gate really attacking Athos?"
"I don't know, but judging from their history of making calculative decisions, it lies within reason. But I don't think that's the case; there are still Dao Children in Athos. The Immortal Gate may be cruel, but not stupid; raising a Dao Child takes thousands of immortal cycles and mountainous resources, and there are seven Dao Children here.
Unless they see Athos and the One Above as that much of a threat, they wouldn't sacrifice seven Dao Children just to avenge one Saint Ancestor Ancient Elder."
"I hope you are right, little sis because whatever happens today, the Immortal Realm will be greatly affected if it isn't already."
But while looking at the Athosian warriors, the cultivators suddenly witness the well-known figure of the God Fairy appear before the crowd. So imdiately reacted with desperation as they finally believed their preditated hypothesis.
…
Fairy Marine appeared before the billions of Athosians, her graceful ambiance washing the scene with serenity and tranquility. She hovered above the group as she spoke, her words only heard by the warriors and not the cultivators.
"His Godship, the One Above, has mandated you shall travel to every realm and dinsion in this tiline and conquer them in his na, revering his title as Conqueror Supre. Spread his glory across realms and planes and earn yourselves a reputation worthy of being His subjects.
You are tasked with expanding the civilization of Athos, transforming each conquered realm and dinsion into a vassal state under Athos' rule. Upon completion, you are to prepare for a cosmic war that will be immortalized in the annals of history and existence itself."
"Yah! Glory to the One Above. All Hail the Conqueror Supre!"
The warriors erupted with enthusiasm as they chanted for Patrick. The collective chants and bellowing of tens of billions of Athosians reverberated throughout Athos, their frantic cries distorting energy and the trembling of every branch city within Athos. As cultivators, the need to conquer and dominate was an instinct, and being granted that freedom ant everything to them, especially being backed by literal gods and infinite resources.
The cultivators below observed as the Athosians suddenly erupted with excitent and vigor. Their excitent is expressed by the trembling of the cities and the distortion of the surrounding energy.
But not long after, shocking scenes began occurring; the space trembled as gigantic space beasts with two pairs of wings erged from the void. The beasts span hundreds of feet in height, their shimring green scales constantly radiating with a powerful aura, and their widespread wings brimming with laws of space and ti.
Their scales were individually coated with magical runes, and their large bodies were clad in dark green armor with advanced technological inspirations. Their eagle heads were covered with advanced helts, supplied with endless magical energy stemming from the green eralds attached to their foreheads.
The beasts erged in billions as their clustered numbers blocked the afternoon Athos skies. They flapped their wings in synchrony without making a sound despite their sheer numbers.
"These are the Space-Ti Eagles, each capable of utilizing the Laws and Dao of space-ti. They will act as your mounts and familiars, granting you access to their powers of space and ti while also prolonging your lifespans. They are sentient and can travel through space and ti. If your lives are threatened, not accounting for the suits' adaptive features, you will be able to rge with them entirely, unlocking access to their unique ancient bloodlines and more profound powers.
As Fairy Marine spoke, the Athosian warriors' eyes lit with excitent and eagerness as they stared at the Ancient Beasts above them with awe. To think such creatures existed, and they were each being granted such beasts. If one were to say the warriors were happy, it would be an understatent, as their emotions and thoughts were beyond the realms of happiness and joy.
They were now in the realms of absolutes, and what they were experiencing was absolute reverence and servitude, and all this was to none other than Patrick Alexander King. Their willingness to serve him transcended their will to exist themselves, making their servitude and subordination to him their ultimate life duty.
Looking at the reverential gazes of the tens of billions of warriors, Fairy Marine smiled gracefully and said, "Now, as your God Fairy, I command you to venture into the cosmos tiline and conquer every realm and dinsion, all in the na of the Conqueror Supre. All hail the Conqueror Supre!"
"All Hail the Conqueror Supre!"
"All Hail the Conqueror Supre!"
"All Hail the Conqueror Supre!"
The Athosians chanted vigorously; this ti their voices were heard by the cultivators below as it caused the surrounding space to tremble. And as if the rigorous bellows of billions of powerful Athosians weren't enough, the tens of billions of unknown creatures in the skies, which were unrecognizable to anyone from the cultivation universe, also raised their beaks as they screeched loudly, their sound frequencies shattering space and glitching ti, noticeable from the afternoon sun suddenly shifting positions from morning to evening and then back to afternoon.
"What is going on? What are those beasts?"
"I don't know what, but it seems Athos is also ready to eliminate the Immortal Gate for good."
"I don't care about Athos or the Immortal Gate; my sect and I have been fortunate to co here and advance our realms by leaps and bounds, but I think it's ti we leave this place. As staying here any longer will be inviting chaos and doom upon us."
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In the throne chamber, Patrick held a prideful smirk while leaning on his right fist as the reverberating chants from below caused the Athos Realm and the Omni Dinsion to tremble, their view suddenly switching between day and night and to dayti again consecutively.
"Congratulations, Master, you have ignited the chain reaction that will foster the complete conquering of this tiline and its dinsions. Your reputation has garnered the attention of the Immortal Cosmos."
Grace sounded in Patrick's mind as his oga eyes brimd with godly energy.
"And I could care less."
…
The Athosians chanted as the eagles screeched and began diving down. As the Space-Ti Eagles dove, their Athosian suits on the warriors pulsated with energy, synchronizing with the armors on the eagles, their helts erging and covering their heads and faces. The ancestors from the Ancient Jian family, Jun Moxie, and his family mbers were at the forefront of the army as they awaited the diving eagles.
Evenly spaced out, the eagles selected their riders as they dove directly towards them.
The eagles finally reached their riders; Jun Moxie, the father of Jun Mulan, was the first to jump before a space-ti eagle caught him by the shoulders and threw him over its body. Sitting on the eagle, Jun Moxie's eyes illuminated, forming a soul bond with the eagle instantaneously. Then, without warning, the eagle blitzed through Athos countless tis beyond the speed of light, its massive body only seen as a streak of green light as it suddenly vanished into the void.
Similar scenes occurred for the other billions of cultivators as they also mounted their beasts, becoming space-ti eagle riders before vanishing from Athos and into different directions of the void.
Fairy Marine witnessed as all the warriors bowed to her before mounting their beasts and vanishing from Athos. She held a serene expression when she noticed the frightened and discombobulated gazes of the guest cultivators below. With a thought, she switched positions as she appeared in every branch city simultaneously.
"Dear guests, there is no need to be alard; please be at ease. We are not being attacked by the Immortal Gate or anyone; we are simply conducting our affairs."
Despite Fairy Marine's reassuring words, the cultivators remained suspicious, but none dared voice their thoughts of denial, not after knowing the true power of this so-called God Fairy. They could only stomach their words and sweat them out with darkened faces.
But understanding the cultivators' underlying thoughts, Fairy Marine continued, this ti her words sending a wave of hope in the hearts of the cultivators.
"But, if you feel the need to leave, you are welco to any ti. All you have to do is crush the square-shaped badges you were issued upon your arrival. Don't fret; as His Godship, the One Above, stated, you can keep whatever resources and cultivation manuals you obtained. But let it be known that this will be the first and last ti you ever enter Athos."
Hearing the last part of Fairy Marine's sentence, the cultivators expressed dejected faces. But so exchanged gazes as they thought of the possibility of Athos actually being at war with the Immortal Gate and just covering it up in pretense.
"Now, for those who wish to leave, you can simply crush the badges. On behalf of His Majesty, I thank you all for your ti and company with us here in Athos for the past few days. Farewell!"
Fairy Marine finished speaking. Soon later, the cultivators exchanged glances once again, as if reassuring their decisions as they began crushing the badges.
Ten, two thousand, one hundred million, five billion, nine billion, eight hundred, and ninety-eight. Little by little, the cultivators vacated the Athos Realm, most seeing it as fortuitous for having escaped the calamity that they self-preordained would befall Athos and all those within.
Billions of lights illuminated as the cultivators crushed their badges, the lights bringing them from Athos and to the outside world of the Immortal Realm.
…
In the chamber throne, Patrick rose from his throne and began walking down the stairs; his black staff, Limitless, materialized from nothingness and floated next to him. Athena and her sisters also rose from the thrones and followed him, their bodies magnificently drifting mid-air, with Raleigh behind them, then ca the one thousand primates, then the three hundred King XZ droids.
As he walked, reality transford from the Omni Residence to a chaotic scene, bringing them to an unknown location. Patrick and his entourage now hovered before a massive space rift, blocked by an unknown energy seeming to prevent whatever was on the other side from trespassing into the Immortal Realm.
Countless thunder and lightning sparks all over the scene, the blackened skies above them spreading for thousands of miles on the horizon. Endless chaotic Qi leaked from the space rift, distorting the heavenly Qi in the surroundings, and causing hundreds of thousands of twisters in the vicinity. Loud whistling sounds echoed as the chaotic swirling of chaos energy constantly shredded space itself.
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"Master, this is the mysterious dinsion linked with the Immortal Realm, the Desolate Realm. It is even older than this universe. The Immortal Cosmos and nurous other ancient legacies within the Immortal Cosmos have held the secret of the Desolate Realm for trillions of Immortal Cycles."
"The fact that it was the birthplace of this universe."
"Affirmative, Master. But other than the birthplace of this universe, the Desolate Realm is mainly known as the Battlefield of Gods."
"Yes, the realm where gods can freely descend without heavenly retributions or tribulations."
Athena, Anastasia, Thalia, and Elaine steadily drifted next to Patrick as they observed the massive space rift, which compared to it, they were tiny specs in size.
"There is a familiar presence within the Desolate Realm, a famously worshipped magical god from my ho universe."
Thalia said, her eyes brimming with regality as she stared into the Desolate Realm.
"Let there be gods or demons; they shall all be conquered upon our arrival?"
Patrick spoke as he began drifting towards the massive space rift.
Then suddenly, a thunderous and swift whistling sounded throughout the scene as a long and gigantic spear, radiating with nurous ominous Laws and Daos like death, blood drain, and soul explosion, blitzed through space and reality from beyond the Immortal Realm as it launched at the group, more specifically at Patrick.
From Patrick's eyes, one could see the reflection and shadow of the spear zooming in on him. His strands of braided hair were affected by the gushing force of twisters, his cape heavily fluttering behind him.
But being the person he was, in the face of inevitable death, instead of dread or fear, a smirk appeared on his face. He raised his left hand as he back-slapped the gigantic spear to the ground. Another booming sound reverberated as the spear plunged deep into the earth, the sheer force and montum within the spear alone causing the entire planet of the Immortal Realm to tremble vigorously. One could even see it shifting downwards by tens of ters.
Patrick hovered, his right hand behind him, and his left hand free as he smirked.
Suddenly, the skies trembled intensely, and space shattered. The distorted chaotic energy leaking from the space rift beca even more unstable, doubling the number of swirling tornados and their sizes. The scene beca even darker, turning the once bright afternoon into the pitch-black darkness of a night.
But regardless of how chaotic the scene beca, the absolute indifference and nonchalant attitudes of Patrick and his party remained a constant. Only their capes and hairs swayed gently despite the ravaging tornados.
Then, followed by the overbearing scene, a space rift, a third the size of the Desolate Realm space rift appeared in the void. The opening of the rift brought endless ancient Qi which imdiately caused the fabrics of reality itself to wobble. Then it happened, an overbearing, death-crushing, and existence-smashing wave of pressure descended the scene, followed by a sentence.
"Your days of playing God ends here, Outworlder."
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