Not ti manipulation—sothing more fundantal. Azmodeus’s mastery over soul, over the boundary between life and death, over the fundantal state of existence.
The dead Hierarchy Sovereigns returned.
All one thousand of them. Bodies reforming from nothing. Souls recalled from dispersion. Consciousness restored. Cultivation bases reconstructed.
They stood again, alive and confused, not understanding how they’d died and been resurrected.
"Infinite One Azmodeus!" they shouted in unison, recognizing their leader and bowing deeply. "We failed you!"
Azmodeus paid them no attention, his focus entirely on Aria.
A deep frown creased his face. He’d felt resistance during the resurrection. Sothing in his technique had struggled against an unknown force, made the revival more difficult than it should be.
What power was that? What Law allowed a Master-level cultivator—even one as monstrous as Aria Vance—to resist an Infinite cultivator’s resurrection technique?
anwhile, Aria’s expression had darkened considerably.
She’d killed them all. Permanently, completely, across every backup and revival thod.
And this Infinite had simply undone it all with a wave of his hand.
The one thousand Sovereigns she wasn’t really concerned about—another fusion blade strike could kill them all permanently, now that she knew they’d been revived by external power rather than their own preparations.
But the Infinite...
Her strongest attack—sixty percent of her full power, compressed into that fusion blade strike—had only managed to slice his palm.
Just his palm.
This wasn’t a Sovereign. This wasn’t even a peak Sovereign. This was completely beyond that category.
An Infinite One. 100% Infinity Law. The absolute peak of current realm cultivation.
Before Aria could formulate a response, before she could plan her next move, before she could even begin calculating survival probabilities—
The necklace around her neck reacted.
Elias’s gift. The ergency protection. The stored attacks.
It activated automatically, recognizing that its wearer faced a threat beyond her capability to handle.
One of the thousand stored Sovereign-level strikes launched from the necklace without warning—a beam of pure quantum-infinity fusion energy identical in principle to Aria’s own techniques but operating at a completely different scale of power.
This was Elias Vance’s full-power strike, stored at 99% Infinity Law and 100% Quantum Law, compressed into a attack that could threaten even Infinite cultivators.
Azmodeus’s calm expression cracked.
He had no ti to dodge. The attack had activated from point-blank range, already mid-launch when he detected it.
He threw up a defensive barrier—seventeen layers of Infinite-level protection, each one sufficient to stop anything below peak Sovereign, all manifested in a fraction of a second.
The beam hit the barrier.
And began disintegrating it.
Layer one—gone.
Layer two—shattered.
Layer three—erased.
That sa quantum energy that had resisted his healing, that had wounded him from Aria’s strike, was now operating at a scale that made his defenses look insufficient.
Azmodeus roared and poured more power into his barrier, drawing on reserves that could reshape continents.
[AN: Rember continents are a thousand tis larger than reality sticks(The Omniverse)]
Layer four—destroyed.
Layer ten—annihilated.
The beam was slowing, its montum arrested by the successive barriers, but it was still coming.
Layer sixteen—dispersed.
Layer seventeen—broken.
The beam finally stopped, dissipating into random energy after chewing through seventeen layers of Infinite-level defense.
But the damage was done.
Both of Azmodeus’s arms were gone—not damaged, but disintegrated. Removed from existence across all multiple dinsional states he occupied. His regeneration tried to restore them, but that sa resistant quantum energy was interfering, making healing agonizingly slow.
Since ascending to the Infinite realm, since achieving 100% comprehension, since becoming one of the three strongest beings in the entire Hierarchy—Azmodeus had never been this severely injured.
Never felt this vulnerable.
Never experienced such pain.
Rage flooded through him, burning away shock and caution.
This little girl—Master-level, barely over a century old—had wounded him twice.
Had made him, an Infinite cultivator, feel threatened.
Unacceptable.
Azmodeus channeled his full power into regeneration, burning through energy reserves at wasteful rates, forcing his arms to regrow despite the resistant energy. In one second of focused effort, his arms reford—not fully healed, still aching, but functional.
Then he attacked.
Not with technique. Not with Law manipulation. Pure overwhelming power, the kind only Infinite cultivators could manifest.
He raised both newly-reford hands and tore at reality itself.
Space shattered across three hundred thousand miles. Ti fractured into recursive loops. Dinsions collapsed and reford randomly. The fundantal laws of physics stopped applying in the affected area.
The Infinity Realm itself screeched—a sound that wasn’t a sound but the fundantal protest of existence being forced beyond its normal paraters.
The attack descended toward Aria and her teammates like the judgnt of gods.
The necklace reacted again, manifesting a barrier—one of its defensive functions activating automatically.
The barrier blazed with Elias’s signature quantum-infinity fusion, creating a sphere of absolute protection around Aria’s team.
Azmodeus’s attack hit the barrier.
The collision was cataclysmic. Reality inverted. Causality looped. The dinsional frawork within a million miles beca structurally unstable.
The barrier held. Barely. Cracks spread across its surface, but it didn’t break.
Inside the barrier, Aria didn’t remain passive.
She teleported—not through normal spatial folding but through quantum tunneling, appearing outside the barrier’s protection, both blades reford and blazing with power.
And she attacked.
Full power. No holding back. No conservation. Every ounce of her 92% Infinity Law and 100% Quantum Law channeled into a single thrust aid at Azmodeus’s chest.
The blade cut through dinsional space, appearing at her target instantaneously through quantum pathway.
Azmodeus sensed it coming and launched a counter-technique—his own Infinite-level Law manifesting as a palm strike that contained enough power to shatter planets.
Their attacks t.
And reality around the collision point broke.
What followed was too fast for normal perception. The two combatants exchanged strikes at rates that transcended normal causality.
Quadrillions of moves in a fraction of a second.
Aria’s blades cutting through every possible attack vector simultaneously through quantum superposition.
Azmodeus’s techniques striking from every dinsional layer at once through Infinite-level manipulation.
Both operating at speeds where individual exchanges beca aningless—only the aggregate pattern mattered.
Aria was matching an Infinite cultivator blow for blow.
Not because she was equally powerful—she wasn’t, not even close. But because her quantum nature let her operate on principles that Azmodeus’s conventional Infinity Law couldn’t fully counter.
She couldn’t win this exchange, but she could survive it. And surviving against an Infinite cultivator was itself a victory of sorts.
Azmodeus recognized this with growing shock. The little girl was adapting to his patterns, learning his techniques mid-combat, using quantum prediction to anticipate his moves before they fully manifested.
He was gaining advantage—slowly, increntally—but not fast enough. At this rate, the fight might last minutes. Hours.
Long enough for help to arrive.
Unacceptable.
Azmodeus made his decision. He would end this now. One massive attack, powerful enough to overwhelm whatever defenses she had left, sufficient to either kill or capture.
He began gathering power for his killing blow—a technique that would sacrifice half his cultivation base in exchange for absolutely overwhelming force.
His attack ford, reality warping around the massive accumulation of Law energy.
He thrust forward, the technique launching toward Aria with inevitable montum.
Aria saw it coming, recognized she couldn’t block it, prepared her final desperate defense—
And then a hand placed itself on Azmodeus’s shoulder.
Everything stopped.
Not ti manipulation. Sothing more fundantal.
Azmodeus’s body froze. His technique arrested mid-launch. His thoughts suspended. His soul locked. His existence across all multiple dinsional states simultaneously imprisoned.
Every aspect of his being—physical, spiritual, ntal, conceptual—beca completely immobile.
He couldn’t even feel terror because his emotions had stopped functioning.
Behind him, a voice spoke with quiet fury that made the Infinity Realm tremble:
"You touched my daughter."
Elias Vance had arrived.
And he was furious.
[AN: Lets Fucking goooooooooooooooooooo]
Reality folded, and both Elias and Azmodeus vanished through a dinsional rift that closed behind them without trace.
Silence.
Absolute, stunned silence descended on the battlefield.
One thousand Hierarchy Sovereigns stood frozen, not understanding what had just happened.
Aria’s teammates stared at the space where the Infinite cultivator had been, their minds struggling to process what they’d witnessed.
Three seconds passed.
Then the Infinity Realm began to shake.
Not physically—though that happened too, minor earthquakes rippling across every single uncountable continents.
But fundantally. The realm itself, the dinsional frawork that gave structure to this highest tier of existence, began experiencing stress patterns that suggested sothing was forcing it toward breaking point.
"What is father doing?" Aria whispered, her quantum senses detecting catastrophic spatial distortions originating from sowhere impossibly distant yet simultaneously close.
Sarah and Kaelen materialized beside her, having followed through Elias’s portal after a brief delay.
"Aria!" Kaelen rushed forward, checking her daughter for injuries. "Are you—"
"I’m fine," Aria assured her. "But father—"
"Is handling it," Sarah said, though her expression was tight with concern. "We need to—"
The realm shook again, harder this ti.
Whatever Elias was doing to Azmodeus, it was pushing the Infinity Realm itself to its absolute limits.
And sowhere, sohow, every cultivator above Master level could sense it:
Soone had made Elias Vance genuinely angry.
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