Elias had barely taken ten steps from the core chamber when reality twisted.
Not the natural dinsional shifts of the palace’s architecture. This was forced. Artificial. The spatial frawork around him buckled under external pressure, warping into configurations that violated the palace’s original design.
His quantum senses flared imdiately. Hostile intent. Multiple sources. Powerful.
And familiar.
The Hierarchy.
Twelve figures materialized from dinsional folds, surrounding him in a perfect sphere formation. Each one a Sovereign, their auras radiating power levels ranging from 90% to 96% Infinity Law comprehension.
And at the formation’s apex, slightly above and ahead of the others, stood their leader.
Peak Sovereign. 98% Infinity Law. Male, appearing middle-aged with sharp features and eyes that calculated probabilities like a machine. His battle robes were unmarked—no sect insignia, no personal styling, just pure functional black that absorbed light.
The leader’s expression held no anger, no hatred. Just cold professional assessnt.
"Elias Vance," the leader said, his voice carrying through dinsional layers with perfect clarity. "Your journey ends here."
Elias stopped walking. His analytical mind processed the situation in microseconds.
Twelve Hierarchs. Formation optimized for containnt. Spatial seals already activating around the periter—he could sense them locking down dinsional escape routes. They’d planned this ticulously.
The manual was still in his hand. He shifted it to a storage space with a thought.
"You’ve been tracking ," Elias stated flatly. Not a question.
"For three years," the leader confird. "Since you destroyed our Sector Seven operation. Since you killed Overseer Malakai and seventeen of our collectors. Since you beca a problem that required... permanent resolution."
The formation tightened imperceptibly. The twelve Hierarchs were coordinating through so kind of synchronized consciousness technique—their auras harmonizing into a singular defensive matrix.
They were professionals and dangerous.
"This palace was convenient," the leader continued. "We knew you’d co. Peak Sovereigns always do, seeking that final breakthrough. We simply waited for you to enter the core, isolated from external aid, trapped in a space we could seal."
Dinsional barriers slamd into place around them. The exit Elias had been walking toward vanished behind layers of crystallized space-ti. The formation was now a cage, and they held the keys.
"You’ve interfered with our great work," the leader said, and for the first ti, emotion crept into his voice. Conviction. Zealotry. "The Hierarchy’s mission transcends individual lives. We will create artificial Infinite cultivators, unlock the secrets of absolute power, and reshape the realm itself."
His eyes narrowed.
"You threatened that future. This ends now."
The twelve Hierarchs activated their techniques simultaneously. Reality around Elias beca a warzone—spatial blades from six directions, temporal freezing fields from three others, dinsional imprisonnt arrays from the remaining three. The leader himself began channeling sothing massive, a technique that pulled power from so external source.
They’d coordinated perfectly. Executed their trap flawlessly.
It wouldn’t matter.
Elias had been patient with the Hierarchy. Tolerated their presence. Dealt with their operations when they crossed his path but never actively hunted them.
That patience ended now.
He stopped holding back.
For a single instant—one frozen mont of absolute clarity—Elias unleashed everything.
100% Quantum Law.
99% Infinity Law.
Both at full power. Both integrated perfectly. Both manifesting simultaneously in a way that violated every principle of cultivation balance that the Infinity Realm understood.
Reality scread.
The palace itself—ancient, powerful, built by The Infinite—shuddered as Elias’s aura expanded. The dinsional barriers the Hierarchs had erected shattered like glass. Their formations dissolved like smoke in a hurricane.
And across the entire Infinity Realm, every cultivator above Master level felt it.
A pressure. A weight. Not physical, but existential. As if reality itself had briefly acknowledged that sothing absolute had manifested.
In the City of Infinite Horizons, three million miles away, Sovereigns stopped mid-conversation and looked toward the Shattered Void Region with wide eyes.
In Sector Seven, where the Hierarchy maintained a hidden base, alarms scread warnings that their dinsional monitoring systems couldn’t classify.
At the Epochal Ascendance Academy, Vice Dean Yara Starweaver stood from her ditation and whispered: "What in the infinite fuck...?"
Even those secluded Infinite cultivators who refuse to transcend—those few who’d achieved 100%—felt the ripple and turned their attention toward its source with sothing approaching concern.
In the palace core, the twelve Hierarchs froze.
Their techniques, still mid-activation, stuttered and failed. Their formation, carefully constructed, beca aningless. Their confidence evaporated like morning dew under the sun.
Because they suddenly understood sothing fundantal:
They weren’t fighting a peer. They weren’t even fighting a superior.
They were ants before a god.
Elias simply waved his hand.
Not a technique. Not a complex manipulation of Law. Just a simple gesture, backed by power so absolute that reality and infinity realm had no choice but to obey.
The wave propagated outward through every dinsion simultaneously.
Through normal space. Through parallel dinsions. Through past and future tilines. Through quantum probability fields. Through every possible state of existence where the twelve Hierarchs existed in any form.
There was no escape, no defense and certainly no survival.
The first Hierarch—94% Infinity Law, specialist in spatial techniques—tried to flee through a dinsional fold. The fold opened, and he vanished.
Elias’s technique found him anyway.
In the pocket dinsion where he’d hidden, reality simply... deleted him. Not killed. Not destroyed. Deleted. As if the universe had pressed backspace on his existence.
Gone.
The second Hierarch had prepared contingencies. A clone hidden in Sector Nine. Revival arrays linked to drops of his blood scattered across seven continents. His soul anchored in a phylactery protected by formations that had taken centuries to construct.
None of it mattered.
Elias’s quantum-enhanced attack existed in superposition—it was simultaneously in every location where any fragnt of the Hierarch existed. The clone, the blood drops, the soul anchor, the original body.
All deleted simultaneously.
Gone.
The third through eleventh Hierarchs died the sa way. So tried to fight, manifesting desperate techniques. So tried to plead. So tried to self-destruct in hopes of damaging Elias through mutual destruction.
Reality didn’t care about their attempts.
Elias’s power was absolute. For that single instant, backed by 100% Quantum Law and 99% Infinity Law working in perfect synchronization, he could do anything within his conceptual frawork.
And his conceptual frawork included "make these threats cease to exist."
So they did.
Eleven Hierarchs. Gone. No corpses. No residual energy. Just... absence.
The formation collapsed. The dinsional barriers evaporated.
Only the leader remained.
The 98% Sovereign had been furthest from Elias, had the most sophisticated defenses, and possessed enough comprehension to recognize what was happening and try—desperately—to survive it.
He teleported a millions tis in 0.000000000000000000000001 seconds, each jump taking him billions of reality sticks away through increasingly exotic dinsional routes.
Author Note: Reality sticks are the size of countless multiverses, you can also think of it as the Omniverse. But I prefer Reality Sticks.
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