"It's ti."
Minos reached his destination just as Devdar's pendant lost its faint glow and fell still. Around him, the world seed to freeze in shock at his arrival.
But while the locals stared in terror, Minos simply settled into a lotus position, a serene smile playing on his lips.
With a deep, shuddering sigh, sothing within him shattered its constraints. Energy erupted from his body in a shockwave, rippling outward toward the crowd that had gathered with uneasy dread. The very air twisted and warped around him, magic buckling under the sudden shift in pressure.
He felt like an anchor plunged into the depths of an ocean of power—an unstoppable force pulling endless currents into himself. The seal that had constrained him dissolved like ash in the wind, and again he breathed freely.
The stillness of Minos' halted progress didn't just stir the energy of the world around him—it awakened the violet dinsion's power stored deep within his core. Like roots grasping soil, that otherworldly force began fusing with his very soul, rewriting his existence.
Eyes closed, Minos drew a steady breath, savoring the tamorphosis humming through every fiber of his being. This was it—the threshold he'd clawed toward across lifetis. The 12th stage, while monuntal, was rely a stepping stone in cultivation's infinity. Yet attaining it surpassed the ambitions of countless beings in this cosmos. For Minos, it had been more than a goal: it was a covenant. A guarantee that upon reaching it, he'd stand shoulder-to-shoulder with existence's apex predators.
His Physique had long breached the Absolute grade, but his soul? It had lacked the refinent—that razor's edge separating greatness from godhood. Until now.
Today, the final barrier crumbled!
Level 125. The 13th Stage!
This wasn't just a milestone—it was a revolution!
Power surged through him like a wildfire erasing old limits, catapulting him beyond even the legends of the Upper Realm's and Hell's promises.
As Minos' aura pierced the threshold of level 125—its instability montarily calming—the onlookers' dread deepened into sothing primal. This wasn't just awe; it was the crushing weight of a force rewriting reality itself. His re presence warped spaceti, bending it into paradox. So creatures withered to dust in seconds, their lifespans evaporating. Others convulsed as youth flooded back into ancient bones, their screams echoing as ti itself unraveled.
Matter imploded. Stone lted into light. Air crystallized. From the chaos blood anomalies: living flas with childlike curiosity, sentient storms humming forgotten songs, creatures born of shattered logic. Life, raw and unshaped, spilled from the cracks in reality. None resembled anything natural. All bore Minos' indelible mark.
The strongest witnesses—those still clinging to consciousness—felt their resolve crumble. Legs buckled. Foreheads kissed the earth. Not in reverence, but compulsion. His aura had beco gravity. His breath, law. A god? No. Sothing new. Sothing their mortal minds couldn't na.
A pillar of molten gold erupted from where Minos sat, its light piercing the cosmos—a bridge between his lotus-seated form and the infinite. Then, as if answering a silent decree, the heavens shattered. From the void descended a throne, radiant and pulsating, its aura demanding his gaze.
Minos' eyes snapped open. Below him, legions of devotees sward to praise their newfound deity, prostrating as reality itself bowed to his will. 'The future,' he mused, recalling the visions. His path lay elsewhere. First, the inheritance.
Rising, he exhaled. Power thrumd in his veins, precise and vast, assured in ways he'd never felt before.
'My strength's multiplied over thirteenfold. Qhava wouldn't survive a breath against now.' A smirk flickered. 'Pity. Vicente will have to carve her fate instead.'
As he reined in his aura, sealing its chaos, a foreign pulse flared within him—a third divine ability stirring.
'The Birth of Life.
The na crystallized in his mind. No longer just the harbinger of destruction or ti's puppet, he now held the spark of creation. Raw, unbound. Life kindled from nothingness—a paradox forged by his fused laws.
Matter ceased to obey old laws. Soil birthed erald fires that danced like children. Air crystallized into winged serpents singing in tongues lost to eons. Life stirred like a sleeping titan roused, eager to obey its master.
The potential of his newborn power humd in Minos' bones—a symphony of creation demanding study. Yet ti, as ever, was a luxury he couldn't afford. As he cataloged the surges in his cultivation, Devdar's summons pulsed through the air like a heartbeat gone feral.
'You lagged behind the other ascended brats,' Devdar's voice slithered into his mind, sly and tallic. 'But sothing tells you'll… outpace them soon enough.'
Space splintered. Before him yawned a vortex, its iridescent maw devouring light and debris alike. The pull was titanic—a riptide threatening to drag entire mountains into the void. Yet Minos stood anchored, muscles taut but unmoved. Where once this force would've hurled him helplessly forward, now it rely tugged. The difference between a leaf in a storm and a titan weathering a hurricane.
He smirked. Let Devdar seethe at his defiance. For three breaths, he savored the quiet rebellion. Then, with a ntal shrug, he yielded.
Finish the inheritance. Claim the throne. Then raze the chains of "superiors" altogether.
Behind him, his makeshift worshippers wailed—their newborn deities of living fla and crystallized light keening as he stepped into the rift. Even his creations, those chaotic marvels born of his aura, recoiled as the portal sealed. Their warden was gone. Their brief paradise, already crumbling.
Minos didn't glance back. Ahead lay destiny. Behind? Only echoes.
Devdar's composure cracked. In ten seconds flat—ten—Minos had traversed a void-spanning gauntlet, breaching his dinsion like it was paper.
The chosen one stood before him, wings radiating arcs of golden lightning, his aura warping the very fabric of the sanctuary.
No crimson plains. No obsidian tower. This last trial unfolded in a dolike chamber encased by liquid walls—aquariums holding galaxies suspended in viscous light. Three figures floated at the space's heart: his adversaries, frozen mid-stride. Devdar's temporal seals cocooned them.
Minos didn't walk toward them. Reality itself contracted at his whim, depositing him inches from their suspended forms. Devdar vanished and re-materialized between them, hands raised—not in authority, but defense.
Minos smiled when he saw himself in this position. "Senior, are you wondering if I will follow the rules of inheritance?"
Devdar's gaze flickered to the cracks through his own seals—flaws only a peer could exploit. "You… ascended beyond what I expected." Said the blond man as he looked at Minos, who was now even bigger than before, with more voluminous wings, visually and spiritually more impressive. "I didn't predict you'd surpass before you even entered the Upper Realm."
"Senior, I could kill the three and end this now, but I won't. I'm curious what you've prepared for us and also continue our previous conversations." Minos made a gesture of peace after he had finished speaking. Devdar staggered as his temporal seals unraveled, not shattered but unwoven, their golden threads dissolving into the void. The three competitors jolted awake mid-collapse, choking on unfrozen ti.
Devdar's hands—steady for millennia—trembled. Those seals had bound primordial leviathans. Yet Minos dismantled them like a child plucking petals. How much of my power does he already mirror?!
Devdar looked at them wide-eyed, not believing that Minos had interfered with the seals he himself had placed on those three. At that mont, as Minos smiled and the three remaining competitors in the inheritance looked at him, Devdar's mind went into a storm of consideration.
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