At that very mont, a ssage notification from a friend flashed across Quinn’s vision.
It was from the Shark-kin genius who had been one-shotted at the very start of the match!
The contents of the ssage left Quinn reeling. Disconnected? Wasn't this a live broadcast through the Virtual Universe? How could the connection just drop like that?
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The notification pinged directly in Quinn’s mind, leaving him utterly stunned. He had a fair number of friends on his list, but it was only a few tens of thousands of people he actually knew. How had he suddenly received millions of ssages? Was everyone sending him hundreds of texts each?
Confused, Quinn opened his ssage archive.
A split second later, a tidal wave of information flooded his consciousness.
As he processed the data, Quinn finally realized what was happening. It turned out that Lance’s challenge had triggered a broadcast across the entire Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm. Even if less than one-ten-thousandth of the total population had tuned in, the sheer number of viewers was still staggering.
However, the mont the battle began and Lance obliterated the Shark-kin genius, the feed had cut to black!
The display simply showed that the broadcast had been terminated. This left Quinn completely baffled. In the entire Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm, there was only one person with the authority to forcibly shut down a broadcast.
That was the sovereign of the entire God-Realm: God-Emperor Mortis, a supre powerhouse of the Immortal Realm.
But why would soone like him do such a thing?
Funnily enough, God-Emperor Mortis was wondering the sa thing—mostly because he hadn’t actually done it.
However, as a ruler of the God-Emperor rank, he had a general understanding of everything happening within his borders. He knew that this newcor, Lance, had just one-shotted the remaining ten geniuses in an instant.
More importantly, Lance had destroyed a Tier 8 weapon.
That weapon had been of Perfect quality. Witnessing such raw power, even the master of the Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm had to take notice.
Deep in the endless starry void, a terrifying continent spanning tens of thousands of light-years drifted through space. This massive landmass was known as the Dark-Heaven Continent.
This was the Imperial Hub of the Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm.
Here, the gravity was ten thousand tis the universal standard at the outermost rim. As one traveled toward the center, the pull grew exponentially more crushing, reaching a staggering ten billion tis gravity at the very heart of the continent.
Under such horrific pressure, no matter or light should have been able to escape. Yet, ten gargantuan black stars hovered in the sky above the Dark-Heaven Continent.
These ten stars were artificial. Each one was embedded with a Tier 13 Fire Void Core, a Tier 13 Light Void Core, and a Tier 13 Umbra Void Core.
The sheer extravagance was mind-boggling.
Tier 13 was a level equivalent to the God-King rank, yet here, their Void Cores were used as nothing more than light bulbs. Because the energy grade of these cores was so high, the light they emitted traveled at incredible speeds and possessed a defiant resistance to gravitational pull.
Thanks to them, the light and temperature across the Dark-Heaven Continent remained perfectly regulated. At night, the ten stars would extinguish, emitting vast amounts of Umbra energy to facilitate the cultivation of Umbra-type warriors.
At this mont, within an infinite temple in the center of the continent that occupied a full light-year of space, a God-Emperor radiating a supre aura gazed indifferently at the God-King subordinates kneeling below.
This man, dressed in Umbra-colored imperial robes, was God-Emperor Mortis.
"Have you found him? Where did this genius nad Lance co from? Is he a transplant from another God-Realm?"
Mortis spoke slowly. If Lance had rely killed ten other geniuses, the ruler of a Second-Class God-Realm wouldn't have spared him a second glance. While such talents were rare, a few usually appeared within the Dark-Heaven borders every million years or so.
To Mortis, who had lived for trillions of years, a million years was a heartbeat. Sotis a single nap lasted longer than that.
Even the High Hierophant standing before him was a God-King at the peak of his power who had survived for hundreds of billions of years. A "once-in-a-million-years" genius wasn't really a genius in their eyes.
However, Lance was different. To be able to shatter a Lower-Tier 8 weapon of Perfect quality ant that Lance’s combat strength likely reached the Galactic Realm.
Such terrifying talent was rare even within the Supre God-Realm of Destruction, let alone their Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm.
Therefore, Mortis’s primary concern was whether Lance was a native of his realm. If he was, then in the upcoming Universal Genius Competition, the Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm would beco the most dazzling Second-Class realm in the Supre God-Realm of Destruction, perhaps even outshining many First-Class realms.
This was why a re Great Grandmaster like Lance had commanded the Emperor’s personal attention.
"Reporting to the God-Emperor! We have tracked his origins," the Hierophant of Dark-Heaven announced. "He hails from a minor region known as the Milky Way. According to our calculations, his branch of humanity split off from a Tier 11 'Desolates' civilization called Atlantis thirty million years ago. They are a regressed colony."
The Hierophant continued, "Over twenty million years ago, their civilization devolved back into a primitive state. They only began to rebuild a proper civilization within the last hundred thousand years. By salvaging remnants left behind by Atlantis, they managed to climb to Tier 7 recently. With the ergence of this genius, Lance, the civilization's rating has officially been elevated to Tier 8."
"There is one more crucial detail. It appears Lance obtained an inheritance from a Tier 13 civilization, as well as the legacy of a Domain Lord from our own realm known as the Umbra Sovereign. This explains how his talent reached such heights. Furthermore... according to the Dark-Heaven ti standard, Lance has only just turned fifteen years old."
The Hierophant laid out everything he had uncovered. Even as a High Hierophant, he felt a twinge of envy at Lance's absurd luck. For a mber of a savage civilization to stumble upon a Tier 13 legacy was nearly unheard of.
Of course, Blake’s Tier 13 ship had no hope of hiding from the Tier 14 Supre Core—the main processor of the Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm.
Fortunately, they had no interest in the ship itself. To them, a genius like Lance was far more valuable.
"So, he truly belongs to my Dark-Heaven Realm..." Mortis's voice rippled with satisfaction. "Good. Excellent!"
Upon hearing the High Hierophant's report, God-Emperor Mortis brushed aside every other detail. Only one fact mattered: Lance was a peerless genius who had risen within the borders of his own Dark-Heaven Universal God-Realm.
This was a massive distinction. It ant that when the Universal Genius Competition eventually comnced, Lance would be officially registered under his banner, preventing other god-realms from laying claim to him.
As the God-Emperor spoke, the entire Dark-Heaven Continent began to tremble violently.
Panic rippled through the populace. No one knew what had caused such a colossal disturbance or what could possibly have stirred God-Emperor Mortis to manifest such raw power.
"Wait... this Umbra Sovereign you ntioned," God-Emperor Mortis said, a flicker of recollection crossing his mind. "He sounds familiar. Wasn't he the brat who obtained the Grimoire of Darkness back then?"
The God-Emperor’s brow furrowed in thought. He had heard of the Grimoire of Darkness before; the legends of those eight primordial manuals first surfaced in an era far more ancient than his own.
To a being of his stature, such tales were little more than folklore.
"Yes, that is the one," the High Hierophant replied. "His natural talent wasn't particularly overwhelming—rely passable—but he t an unfortunate end at the hands of the Black Dragon Lord before he could ascend to the rank of World Lord. Before he died, however, he had also managed to acquire the Canon of Holy Light and the Glacial Canon."
The Hierophant paused, his expression turning contemplative. "If my deduction is correct, Lance is certainly practicing the Grimoire of Darkness. Yet, the energy he wields is Divine Holy Light. It is a strange contradiction. It’s possible his innate affinity for the light elent was so potent that, after practicing the Canon of Holy Light, the two forces rged to evolve his talent to the Divine Holy Light level."
"As for why his talent is so monstrous... our God-Realm’s Supre Core detected sothing unique. Although he hasn't officially mastered Law Power, he carries the distinct aura of the Laws. Therefore, I am certain he has awakened the ultimate talent of the Desolates: The Primordial Sovereign Physique. If that is true, his future potential is... terrifying."
The High Hierophant laid out every detail he had uncovered. Had Lance been there to listen, he would have been shaken to his core. The High Hierophant understood things about him that he didn't even know himself.
They had even traced the very origins of the human race. Before these apex powerhouses, Lance effectively had no secrets.
However, their omniscience had its limits. They could only see what the System had not obscured. Anything modified or granted by the System remained a complete void in their divinations. For instance, they were entirely unaware of Lance's Undying God-Body or his Destruction Power.
They simply assud his brilliance stemd from awakening a legendary Desolate talent.
Even so, the Primordial Sovereign Physique was a horrifying Tier 13 talent. Within the entire Supre God-Realm of Destruction, those possessing such a gift could be counted on one hand.
Combined with the equally formidable Divine Holy Light, it was a certainty that with proper cultivation, Lance would eventually beco a Tier 14 genius.
A talent of that magnitude could one day surpass even God-Emperor Mortis himself.
The High Hierophant’s heart hamred against his ribs just thinking about it. God-Emperor Mortis fared no better; his pupils constricted sharply as he stared at the Hierophant in disbelief.
Tier 14. That was a path that led directly to the Immortal rank. With the right resources, such a genius could eventually establish a powerful, first-rate Universal God-Realm.
And such a monster had appeared, unannounced, right in his backyard.
"Where is he now?" Mortis asked, his voice low and heavy with gravity.
The High Hierophant knew exactly what that tone ant. God-Emperor Mortis intended to et this "Lance" in person.
It made sense. A genius of this caliber had to be brought into the fold. Even if he couldn't be formally recruited, he had to be fostered. In the distant future, God-Emperor Mortis might even need to rely on the boy's protection.
The idea of seizing Lance's ship or his manuals was beneath him. While Lance’s techniques were high-level, they were Tier 11 or 12 at best. Even a Tier 13 spaceship wasn't enough to make a God-Emperor blink. To a being of his level, the idea of robbing a junior was simply laughable.
"Currently, he is en route to the Black Dragon Star Realm," the High Hierophant reported respectfully. "It appears he intends to avenge the Umbra Sovereign and Sovereign Glacia. At the sa ti, he likely plans to seize the Canon of Gale and the Canon of Eternal Fire from the Black Dragon Lord."
God-Emperor Mortis nodded. It wasn't hard to guess Lance's endga: he was trying to synthesize that legendary Tier 15 cultivation technique.
Mortis didn't begrudge him the ambition. He knew that specific technique had been created by a super-genius of the Desolates who also possessed the Primordial Sovereign Physique. Without that specific, heaven-defying constitution, the technique was impossible to learn.
That was precisely why, over countless eons, no one else had ever successfully gathered and mastered the set.
It wasn't that the manuals were impossible to find—many had gathered the scrolls before, as they weren't unique copies. One could even exchange for them one by one within the Virtual Universe.
The problem was the execution. If anyone could simply fuse them into a Tier 15 technique, every powerhouse above the World Lord class would be practicing them. After all, a Tier 15 technique was vastly superior to Tier 12 or 13 versions, even if it didn't perfectly match the user's affinity.
The barrier wasn't the acquisition; it was the requirent for entry.
One had to practice all eight manuals to the Perfect Realm simultaneously. Since the manuals contained diatrically opposed attributes, the slightest mistake would cause the practitioner to self-destruct. The danger and difficulty were far higher than any standard Tier 15 technique.
It was a suicidal path for anyone else.
But Lance was different. With the Primordial Sovereign Physique, his chances of success were astronomical. Since the creator shared his physique, the compatibility would be near-perfect.
"If he wants to master all eight, then I shall complete the collection for him," God-Emperor Mortis said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "If he truly reaches the Perfect Realm with all eight, his talent will hit Tier 15. I’d love to personally raise an Immortal Class powerhouse just to see the look on that old bastard’s face."
God-Emperor Mortis slowly stood up.
Hum—!
The space around him rippled like a disturbed pond. In an instant, his figure vanished into the void.
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