As another hundred thousand years passed, feeling his physique and will reached perfection, Maximus began to stand up.
"Are you ready to go up, Maximus?" Zar asked, noticing he had risen.
During those years, Zar still couldn't catch up, stuck at the 161,800th step.
Even Atlas, who later caught up, only reached the 161,801st step.
The last three steps were simply sothing that wasn't passable.
"It's ti. The origin dark beast is about to arrive. Can you handle it?" Maximus sighed.
Though he wanted more ti, with the origin dark beast approaching, he had no choice but to end the trial early.
"No worries, it's just a dark beast. I can handle everything!" Zar said confidently.
In his mind, he even imagined defeating the origin dark beast before Maximus finished rging with the throne of the Aeon Plane.
Didn't that an he was stronger than Maximus?
"Leave it to us, teacher. Just focus on rging with the throne of the Aeon Plane," Atlas said with equal confidence.
All they could do now was protect the Aeon Plane until Maximus completed his integration and beca the Plane Master.
"Then I'll leave it to you…" Smiling, Maximus turned toward the throne of the Aeon Plane.
Channeling every ounce of his power and will, Maximus took the final step toward the platform holding the throne.
Instantly, the pressure multiplied a thousandfold, causing him to pause.
Feeling the weight, Maximus drew on the power of the source of chaos and the core of chaos origin to keep moving.
When that faltered, he unleashed the origin explosion to press forward.
As the pressure grew, so did his strength.
Soon, under the witness of all entities of laws and the powerhouses freed from the trial's pressure, Maximus inched closer to the throne of the Aeon Plane.
Growing silent by the second, they waited nervously, sincerely cheering for Maximus.
"You can do this, Maximus…"
"Husband… co on!"
"Father… just a little closer!"
"Lord Maximus… we place all our hope in you…"
Reaching a hundred billion amplification, Maximus arrived one arm away from the throne.
"Tsk, does this throne not want anyone to sit on it?" Maximus thought, frustrated as he felt the pressure multiply every inch he got closer.
Finally, as all laws, origin, causality, and the will and matter of the Aeon Plane converged to stop him, Maximus pushed his power to the extre and took another step.
Bang!
As if announcing his enthronent, a ring resounded across the Aeon Plane.
Every being, whether mortal or overlord, saw the image of Maximus sitting on the throne projected in their minds.
Unconsciously, a power surpassing everything compelled them to kneel.
Mortals, believing a god, the righteous ruler of the world, was born, bowed devoutly with all their hearts.
Praying devoutly, they felt younger, stronger, and peaceful in their hearts.
Those who walked the path to transcendence, whether through elents or blood, thought they were being enthralled and subconsciously began to resist the force.
But as they did, a pressure threatening to wipe them out stirred within their bodies.
Choosing to surrender over death, they knelt graciously without a second thought.
As they did, they felt the power flowing in their bodies begin to boil and ignite.
The more devout they were, the stronger their power beca.
On the other side, the tier 9 apex sovereigns, tier 10 dinsional emperors, and tier 11 path seekers, who knew more about the Aeon Plane's situation, knelt willingly, welcoming their ruler.
Having followed the influence and rules of the Shadowcrest family, they knew it was only a matter of ti before Maximus officially beca the ruler of the Aeon Plane.
Seeing it finally happen before their eyes, they were the happiest group of powerhouses, wishing for their ruler's greatness to shine wherever chaos and laws radiate.
Finally, the absolutes and overlords on the staircase to the throne of the Aeon Plane felt a flicker of unwillingness in their hearts.
Though they had anticipated this outco, facing it now, they resisted kneeling in surrender.
They had reached the peak of the world, yet they still had to bow to soone?
What had they worked for? What was all their pain and suffering for?
But as the pressure intensified, the faint unwillingness in their hearts began to fade.
Recalling all that Maximus and the Shadowcrest family had done to guide and support them to their current state, gratitude blood within them.
Thankful for everything, they knelt respectfully to the ruler of the Aeon Plane.
The only ones still defiant were the old overlords and the powerhouses who had ruled the Aeon Plane for trillions of epochs.
No matter how they rationalized that Maximus as ruler was best for the Aeon Plane, that he was their final hope against the Origin Dark Beast, that he was stronger, wealthier, and more influential than them, deep down, they couldn't accept him above them.
Kneeling before the ruler of the Aeon Plane wasn't just an action; it required the sincerity of the heart.
Unwilling to yield in their deep subconscious, they can only face extinction or expulsion.
"Why are you unwilling?" Maximus murmured, his words echoing in their minds.
Though he didn't care about their acknowledgnt, the rules required their acceptance for him to fully rge with the Aeon Plane.
Hearing his question, they sighed.
"We don't know…"
They didn't truly care about Maximus ruling the Aeon Plane.
With their strength, they could simply leave and start anew elsewhere.
Yet, perhaps because of this indifference, this lack of seriousness about the ruler, they felt a block in their hearts.
"If you can't kneel, then shield our plane from danger with your bodies. Atone for your sins and protect us with all your might."
Seeing he couldn't sway them, Maximus exiled them from the Aeon Plane.
From Lazo, Ascelon, Elvian Frir, Zar, Nyx, Marcus, and other top powerhouses.
These strongn accepted no one in their hearts. To achieve unity with the Aeon Plane, Maximus had to expel them first.
At his decision, they didn't protest, only nodding in gratitude that he didn't use the Aeon Plane's power to erase them.
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