In the split of a second, the Celestial Sky’s dawn turned into a starry painting with billions of srizing teors shooting toward a single adversary. In those teors, the ac of Truth, Fate and Sun Laws rippled. Each was more than enough to obliterate the Three Realms, but when all joined for a single target, even non-Transcendent early-stage Primordial Gods would fear for their lives.
Konrad didn’t.
His eyes never swept those teors, ignoring them entirely as he pondered Sakra’s identity. The armada of teors approached ever closer, but in contrast, Konrad’s lips curled into a smile.
"Send into reincarnation? How conceited.
But to say nothing of you, even if the old fogey returned to life, he could only grovel."
Konrad replied, but instead of making his move, placed his hands on either side of his hips while lifting up his chin in a derisive smile. The teors now only stood tens of centiters away from him, able to nuke him in the next instant. But shockingly, though they kept getting closer, they could never graze his fluttering imperial robe!
"How can this be?"
Sakra wondered while the billions of teors kept soaring toward Konrad, yet never got closer to the goal. It was as if space ever-expanded, preventing them from reaching him regardless of the distance they covered!
"Infinite space expansion? He reached Profound Infiniteness Insight? Already?"
Rati realized from within the Sea Dream Temple, and indeed, this was an application of Infiniteness Insight, the ever-expansion of space! In the past, only Regretless possessed that skill! And though his understanding of the Supre Principles was shallow, Sakra soon understood what he was dealing with.
But so what?
Konrad tilted his head to the left, and while the space surrounding Sakra’s teor shower still expanded, the space around him shrank, compressing until six black holes ford around him. The space surrounding Sakra’s teors stopped its expansion, and they all dived into the black holes, sucked in by irresistible suction force.
Sakra desperately attempted to free himself from the teor fusion, but it was far too late. Unable to resist, he fell alongside his stellar armada, and was shredded into pieces, pulled apart by a compression point. But having Transcended in Truth and Fate, that alone couldn’t end him, and in a twister of white and translucent haze, he rematerialized.
Still, his bleached skin and trickling sweat testified to the internal wounds he currently suffered.
"Is this...Profound Infiniteness Insight?"
Sakra stamred the words while gasping for breath. anwhile, the previously confident Titan side stared slack-jawed at the confrontation, with pure dread filling their eyes. So even felt their knees weaken and their feet grow sore—as if smashed by the sensation of kicking an iron bar.
"Just a minor trick. Nothing worth ntioning."
Konrad replied, and he jested not. Although infinite space compression and expansion was unique to Infiniteness Insight, the creation of black holes was sothing even Nothingness users could accomplish. It was by no ans a trademark of that Supre Principle.
Cocking his head back, Konrad glanced at the now trembling Titans, and as they wondered what devil prompted them to descend into this chaotic land, they were startled to see, or rather feel a boundless suction force trap their feet and drag them into the ground!
Their alard eyes lowered onto the ground, landing on a gargantuan black hole that covered their entire periter.
"No...no...NOOOOO!"
Hundreds of Titans, be it those from the Titan Domain or the Immorial, snarled as they fought against that suction force, thrashing with all their might—all to no avail! Startled by the screams, Sakra spun, fast enough to see his n collapse into the black holes—but too slow to intervene.
"AAAAAAAAAARGH!"
They growled as the black holes shredded them into bits of nothing and obliterate their aggrieved souls! Thus, of the 300 Titans and ten Immorials that challenged the Myriad Dreams Valley, none remained. Only Belos stood there, with blank, dazed eyes fit for a lifeless puppet.
*BAM*
While Sakra’s attention stood on Belos, a vicious palm strike slamd his back, sending him hurtle through the sky in horizontal flight. But shockingly, the blow forced his soul out of his body while shredding the latter into ashes! This ti, Sakra’s body didn’t reconstruct!
"Turning your back to the enemy is so rude. Do you think your na is Konrad? Tone down the conceit."
Konrad shook his head in disapproval while the alard Sakra stabilized his translucent soul in the sky. This succession of events had long since transcended all he could comprehend. Why could a Truth and Fate Transcendent expert not reconstruct his body?!
The answer ca in the form of 25 locks that now swirled around Konrad’s form. From those locks, Sakra could feel forces of absolute negation surging and perating the atmosphere. Forbidden Locks from the Absolute Negation Physique!
Realizing this, if before he still held so tiny hope, Sakra now knew he was dood.
"A man must know to repay gratitude and grudges. Since you were so kind as to select for the System, I reward you by sparing your grandson from obliteration. Instead, he can beco my new Devil Puppet. What a glory.
But doing that, I already no longer owe you anything, so what am I gonna do with you?"
Konrad asked as his lips stretched in a psychotic grin. From that empyrean face, Sakra could feel heaps of malevolence surging alongside the words. Although he’d long known of Konrad’s nefarious nature, facing and knowing were indeed two different concepts.
"With your Profound Infiniteness Insight, you can already squash early-stage Primordial Gods. With 25 locks of a Forbidden Physique, even mid-stage Primordial Gods turn into fodder. Challenging you, I am indeed bringing contempt upon myself. But you must know that even if you possessed cultivation equal to his excellency, you still can’t defeat him.
Your road is one of self-destruction."
Sakra stated, ignoring Konrad’s question. The world didn’t believe Regretless invincible because of his High Supre strength. No, the root of his invincibility lay in his Omniarch Bloodline.
Ruler of the Dao, ruler of Tribulations, ruler of the livings’ essence.
Faced with such might, who could resist? Celestial Slaughter’s past failure stemd from that bloodline!
In the eyes of the Firmant’s experts, even if another High Supre rose, Regretless’ throne was unshakable. Only the appearance of an Almighty Supre or the Firmant’s Sovereign could end his dominion.
Konrad was, of course, well acquainted with the might of that blood. However, if it was truly unrivaled, Regretless would not have remained unable to reach Quasi-Firmant Bloodline level.
"To be frank, in my eyes Regretless’ threat has always been weaker than the old man’s. However, this matter stands beyond your realm of competence."
Konrad replied and stretched out his hand.
"Since you won’t make the choice, allow to choose for you. Primordial-God-level cultivation is a rare commodity I ought to swallow."
As the words left Konrad’s lips, Sakra could feel his cultivation leave his discarnate soul and dive into Konrad’s body! As it shrank, so did his spiritual awareness, and by the ti the last bit vanished, he was no different from a wandering mortal soul!
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