At this moment, the Tome of the Wind Sword floating before Mycenae and Beverly suddenly glowed intensely.

  Amidst the flickering, alternating between solid and ethereal states, a thin yellow paper, arbitrarily crumpled and folded, inexplicably detached from the fragmented Tome.

  "Hmm?" Mycenae's expression shifted slightly. He instinctively activated his mental power to 'grasp' this yellow paper, preventing it from falling to the ground.

  Beside him, Beverly curiously leaned closer: "What is it?"

  "I don't know," Mycenae shook his head, then immediately unfolded the yellow paper.

  Buzz—

  This unfolded yellow paper, filled with intricate creases, suddenly swelled up like an about-to-erupt supernova, emitting dazzling, countless bright lights.

  Even the entire vast underground palace turned pale under this radiant illumination.

  It flashed quickly, and vanished just as swiftly.

  A few seconds later, the boundless light slowly receded and dissipated.

  This yellow paper, which had transformed suddenly, revealed its true nature.

  It was a metallic plate, silvery and battered, shaped like a magic disc, with a palm-sized small crystal bottle embedded at its corner.

  The upper half of this colossal metal plate bore no writing, only a faintly shimmering, black-gold phoenix feather pattern.

  Peculiarly, this was clearly just an ambiguous pattern.

  But Mycenae and his lover, at first glance, instinctively understood all the significance it contained.

  The pattern, unexpectedly, held a crucial piece of Aether's memory information.

  Buzz—

  The void vibrated.

  This phoenix feather pattern, at the very first moment of its complete display, projected the vast and profound information contained within it—from the ethereal to the tangible—manifesting it in a three-dimensional, vivid image surrounding Mycenae and Beverly.

  Within this torrent of seemingly concrete information, Aether's various experiences from countless millennia ago, one by one, unfolded before the two, and before Seraphine's 'eyes'.

  A sequence of vague, intermittent events unfolded:

  Tens of thousands, or perhaps millions, of years ago, Aether, under duress from a formidable personal enemy, fled the territory of the Aethelgard Dynasty, whose location in space-time remains unknown. By sheer chance, he escaped into the Realm of Phantasm. There, in the deepest part of the boundless void, he unexpectedly encountered the inexplicably manifesting branch of the Creeping Sea. He was then irresistibly swept away by that 'river' which transcended space-time limitations, passively departing his homeland.

  After a bewildering, super-space-time traversal, filled with strange, dazzling light, Aether, trapped within the weak Creeping Sea current, passively traversed an unknown number of parallel space-times in a short duration.

  After some time, he finally stabilized in a region of the Realm of Phantasm's void, where thousands of shattered worlds—ranging in scale from tens to hundreds of billions, or even thousands to trillions of kilometers—along with even more numerous world fragments, were scattered.

  "These... these are not Secret Realms..."

  Mycenae's expression hardened, his eyes blank and dumbfounded as he 'watched' the information scene. Within it, colossal worlds, utterly broken after collapsing and exploding, drifted in the boundless void. He murmured in a trembling, incredulous voice:

  "These worlds... each one is vastly larger than the Ansel world!

  Yet... they are all utterly destroyed!"

  Beverly, equally shocked beyond words, unconsciously raised her fair hand to cover her small mouth, stammering:

  "These worlds... could they also be worlds opened by truly mythical-level existences? How can there be so many? And they are all annihilated! What... What caused this devastation?"

  In the information scene, Aether, controlling the light of the Sword of Wind, wandered through the endless void, carefully observing the collapse and annihilation of those colossal worlds from a safe distance, his eyes filled with horror and dread.

  Horror at how so many gigantic worlds were inexplicably annihilated en masse, dread at this magnificent, furious, and utterly terrifying spectacle of destruction. Did it signify that the universe was heading toward its end, towards ultimate demise?

  But very quickly, he ascertained that these destructive anomalies were not signs of the universe entering its final collapse.

  These scenes... were man-made!

  There existed an unimaginably powerful force or organization, ruthlessly executing the destruction of entire worlds.

  Aether desperately wanted to discern their identities.

  But this force was too efficient, their actions too swift, and their organizational members terrifyingly potent.

  He simply couldn't capture any trace of them, nor could he even sense the trajectory of their attacks.

  Amidst thunderous roars, worlds were shattered by the opponent's blows from vast distances, reduced to countless motes of dust. Endless living beings also perished in that instant, descending to the Yellow Springs.

  Thus, Aether, traveling at a speed hundreds of thousands, even tens of millions of times faster than the speed of light, roamed and searched through the boundless, wailing void of the Realm of Phantasm for a thousand years.

  Only to fail to find even one stable world that had not been attacked, had not fallen into destruction.

  However, he was met only with disappointment.

  After over a thousand years of searching, traversing millions of light-years or even further distances, Aether could not find a single great world that had not been ruthlessly shattered by that mysterious force, consequently falling into ruin.

  All worlds, no matter how mighty their creators, no matter their immense scale, were already broken into pieces when discovered by Aether. All life had vanished; everything was Aether's swaying, silent stillness.

  It wasn't until a full millennium later that Aether, his consciousness fractured by despair, escaped the Realm of Phantasm through a randomly appearing 'world gate,' reaching the boundless space of the real universe, descending onto an incredibly colossal planet, hundreds of millions of kilometers in diameter.

  At that time, on the surface of this impossibly massive planet, which completely defied scientific rules, various powerful races were engaged in continuous great wars.

  The strong fought heaven and earth.

  Worlds were damaged, all things perished, seas boiled over.

  As an outsider, he prudently remained hidden, narrowly escaping one grand campaign after another, spanning millions of miles, each conflict capable of collapsing planets and ending worlds.

  Later, Aether unexpectedly discovered a mysterious black gemstone on the periphery of a powerful race's territory.

  That gemstone, like a living thing, after being discovered by Aether, continuously and weakly informed him through mental projection that as long as he correctly placed it within a Wormhole located in distant space twenty-five thousand light-years away from this super planet, he would be qualified to receive the favor of the Phoenix of Profound Darkness, allowing him to reincarnate and become a member of the Chrono-Divine Race that traversed past, present, and future, henceforth possessing infinite might and eternal immortality.

  After viewing this scene displaying the 'plot,' Mycenae and Beverly, beyond astonishment, curiosity, and extreme envy, held no other superfluous thoughts.

  Because many concepts within it were entirely beyond their current comprehension.

  They only vaguely sensed that the so-called Phoenix of Profound Darkness seemed incredibly powerful and formidable, capable of elevating someone to a Chrono-Divine Race spanning from ancient times to the present merely by bestowing its favor. This seemed far too effortless.

  However, Seraphine did not share these same detached sentiments.

  "Chrono-Divine Race... Phoenix of Profound Darkness..."

  She softly murmured the four words "Phoenix of Profound Darkness," then coldly smiled: "So that’s its designation, ha ha ha."

  Clearly, the super planet where Aether descended after entering the real universe through the 'world gate' was the Sanchegues super-giant structure situated in the galactic core.

  And that mysterious black gemstone he unexpectedly found, and the black gemstone that a traveler from the Loveling Race obtained from the Solar System's Oort cloud Wormhole a million years ago, were fundamentally the same artifact.

  A million years ago, that white cat-like Loveling Race member, in the dark, desolate, and twisted region deep within the Oort cloud Wormhole, signed some mysterious contract with that trace of black-gold feather script hidden deep within the black gemstone, becoming the Familia servant of the existence behind that feather script: the dimension traverser — Astralglow Tiger.

  Seraphine still remembered how majestic and awe-inspiring that black-gold Phoenix on the River of Time was that day, and how weak and utterly helpless she felt.

  That Black Gold Phoenix... or perhaps the divine pattern incarnation of that Phoenix of Profound Darkness, although it was violently sent back countless millennia by a single finger gesture from her presumed future self at a critical juncture.

  But Seraphine would not simply overlook or forget this profound humiliation and simmering hatred.

  "Not for long, not for long."

  She stated with a cold smile, "Once I ascend and gain sufficient power, I will eventually locate you, defeat you, and strip you bare like a plucked chicken!"

  The information scene continued to 'play out'.

  For Aether, who already harbored a great enemy residing within the Aethelgard Dynasty's territory, the black gemstone's promise simply resonated perfectly with his desires.

  But just as Aether decided to immediately set off for the destination marked by the star chart provided by the black gemstone.

  Due to the gem's 'awakening' causing sustained space-time disturbances, it also attracted the scrutiny of a Loveling army, which in turn drew the 'gaze' of the race's high command directly to Aether's location.

  Thus, the Loveling immediately dispatched a colossal fleet, consisting of over a thousand intelligent Star Destroyers, to investigate the anomaly.

  Facing these abruptly descending thousands of strange, massive steel ships, Aether, who was about to depart, was completely fearless and showed no interest in communication or explanation.

  With a casual swing of his sword, he remotely cleaved dozens to hundreds of interstellar warships.

  With another seven or eight sword strikes, he transformed the colossal Star Destroyer fleet into thousands of scattered hull fragments, blanketing a hundred-thousand-mile radius.

  Like a disturbed hornet's nest, the destruction of this fleet immediately drew extreme attention from the Loveling's high command.

  They dispatched several Half-Sages from their race, leading many top-tier Overlords, to travel to Aether's location and launch an extremely cruel siege against him.

  That day, the two sides battled until the heavens trembled, and a thousand miles of land were reduced to a barren wasteland.

  Ultimately, Aether, overwhelmed by superior numbers, severely wounded his body while desperately breaking through the encirclement. He then escaped into the endless void of the Realm of Phantasm through a 'world gate' on the Sanchegues continent, but regretfully lost that mysterious black gemstone.

  Thereafter, he harbored a deep grudge, desiring fiercely to reclaim that ink-black crystal.

  However, reclaiming the gemstone meant defeating the Loveling, which was simply more arduous than ascending to heaven for the numerically and power-wise disadvantaged Aether.

  Thus, he could only search for new world gates in the boundless void of the Realm of Phantasm, seeking a second divine artifact similar to that black gemstone.

  Affected by that Loveling's combined siege, Aether's injuries had not fully healed.

  Ultimately, he only persisted for tens of thousands of years before succumbing to death, regretfully leaving the human world.

  But fortunately, before his passing, he discovered a damaged black crystal within a Secret Realm in the endless void of the Realm of Phantasm.

  The interior of this crystal was completely vacant, as if someone had already utilized it, leaving behind a useless shell.

  However, from this remnant, Aether could still sense a potent space-time anomaly.

  This was the identical sensation that the prior black gemstone had imparted to him.

  And this crystal shell was fashioned from the same substance as that black gemstone—a space-time gem.

  Simultaneously, Aether was also astonished to discover that the sufficiently colossal worlds within the Realm of Phantasm, upon their complete annihilation, would actually splatter out a very small quantity of space-time gems.

  This mechanism bore some resemblance to the Void Secret Realms, which similarly 'burst' forth large quantities of Phantom Crystals after destruction.

  The sole distinction was that one 'burst' forth relatively inexpensive Phantom Crystals, while the other would 'burst' forth the rarer and significantly more potent space-time gems.

  Thereafter, Aether, relying on the precious space-time anomaly contained within that incomplete black crystal, spent nearly ten thousand years, countless rare exotic materials, numerous Phantom Crystals, and a portion of rare space-time gem powder, to refine five extremely mystical Regret Potions.

  Once ingested, using the soul as its vessel, the user could modify a single choice made within the preceding ten days.

  Once modified, this action could alter that specific past event in space-time, thereby twisting and overwriting the outcome of that specific event in the current space-time, tracing the change from cause to effect.

  "Simply..." Mycenae's expression was dazed and trembling, "Modifying the past... it's terrifying just to hear!"

  Beverly on the side was equally shocked, her beautiful eyes wide, stammering foolishly: "This Regret Potion... can actually reverse past events to change the present? This... how can such a marvelous artifact exist in the world?!"

  Seraphine, upon viewing this display of information, also felt a profound surge of insight:

  "Fate is like countless continuous 'long ropes,' originating from unknown places and then flowing downward, splitting into innumerable 'long threads.' These 'long threads' endlessly interweave, then converge again into countless 'long ropes,' clashing and merging as they rush toward an eternally unknown future."

  For a moment, she gained numerous insights into the impermanence and lack of inherent basis in destiny.

  Her Eye of True Revelation and Chaos Calculation, already vaguely moving toward 'integration,' advanced another step on this uncharted path.

  Seraphine suddenly experienced a strong premonition.

  After the true integration of the Eye of True Revelation and chaos, it was highly probable to give rise to a terrifying ability far beyond imagination.

  And this ability would make her, already incredibly powerful, even mightier.

  The information scene continued its 'revelation.'

  During this research process, spanning ten thousand years, into the nature of time and space, Aether's acquisitions were not limited to just those five incredibly precious Regret Potions.

  He also comprehended a world-shattering technique.

  Namely, 《Tempus Mendacium》.

  Once this technique is successfully executed, one can genuinely reverse time back into the past.

  It is not a mere jump to a parallel space-time, a false temporal shift.

  But true time traversal, involving the physical body, soul, cultivation, realm, and memories—all simultaneously—allowing traversal to any time node across his entire lifespan, from birth to this very day, and perfectly overwriting all of his prior true time traversals.

  Seraphine, shocked for the first time, couldn't help but offer praise, "Aether, truly a talent beyond this world!"

  Within this 《Tempus Mendacium》 technique left by Aether, Seraphine seemed to perceive, countless millennia ago, the incomparably deep reluctance and regret that clung to the latter half of the other party's life like a venomous serpent.

  Just one step shy.

  Just one step shy, and he could have shed his mortal form to reincarnate as a Chrono-Divine Race member, possessing the magical capability to freely traverse countless vast space-times, along with the strength of vengeance to effortlessly crush his greatest enemy from this lifetime, trampling him underfoot at will.

  However, ultimately, due to his own carelessness, his own overconfidence, his own hubris, he tragically forfeited this opportunity.

  In this lifetime, it could never be recovered.

  Finally, he was forced to live a desolate, meager existence in an unfamiliar and unknown alien space-time, never able, and never daring, to return to his homeland, to the Aethelgard Dynasty, until death.

  What intense unwillingness this represented.

  Although Seraphine, having had contact with the Phoenix of Profound Darkness, clearly knew that in reality, at the moment of choosing to reincarnate as the other party’s so-called space-time Familia, the reincarnated essence had already vanished in form and spirit; their life terminated in the Yellow Springs.

  Because after tens of thousands of years of continuous gestation, the space-time Familia that finally hatched from the 'egg'—regardless of its physical form, spiritual consciousness, or even its fundamental nature—bore little to no relation to the original being; there wouldn't even be a trace of past memories. It would be a completely new existence.

  The so-called space-time Familia, to put it plainly, was fundamentally a sorrowful existence that could only be born and sustained on the prerequisite of absolute fealty to that mysterious Phoenix of Profound Darkness; it was merely a humble servant.

  But Aether remained unaware of this crucial detail.

  He only knew that he had lost what might have been the greatest opportunity of his life, losing the sole chance to defeat his adversary with honor.

  Thus, Aether felt immense reluctance and deep resentment.

  So resentful that in barely ten thousand years, he had forged 《Tempus Mendacium》, an incomparably divine technique capable of carrying every realm of cultivation, experience, and memory back to the past, and completely overwriting the incomplete 'self' of that prior time—such an exaggerated and heaven-defying method.

  "If I utilize the Tempus Mendacium technique to jump and traverse to the very first day of my initial awakening of memories and activation of the Infinite Attributes system, carrying everything I currently possess, and completely overwrite that incomplete 'self' of the past.

  Experiencing a life already lived, then after a period of maximum efficiency growth, traversing back to the past again to overwrite.

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  Again and again, endlessly repeating.

  Repeating this ten thousand times, a hundred million times, or even a trillion times.

  Then... wouldn't that be functionally equivalent to indirectly farming attributes, condensing endless epochs into a single day, instantly becoming infinitely stronger countless times over?

  The only temporal cost would simply be my own patience.

  But when it comes to achieving supreme strength, I have never lacked patience."

  Seraphine's eyes shimmered with divine light, quiet and contemplative.

  "However, since he created such a world-shaking and audacious Tempus Mendacium methodology, why didn't this Aether employ it himself? Why did he ultimately still allow himself to be buried in this gloomy and desolate Secret Realm?"

  Seraphine's sword-like eyebrows furrowed. She suddenly sensed something fundamentally amiss, something illogical:

  "Could it be... that this method still carries some fatal issue, or a major defect?"

  Quietly musing, Seraphine set aside her immediate doubts and immediately continued observing the information scene.

  In essence, it was merely Aether's extreme deduction and speculation, which might ultimately culminate in a magnificent concept that even he himself wasn't certain he could fully realize.

  In other words, 《Tempus Mendacium》 was merely a framework with its basic structure laid out and its core belief perfectly defined, yet still substantially incomplete.

  The truly finalized and flawless iteration of the method could potentially be equivalent to thousands of magnitudes more terrifying.

  Describing this disparity as the difference between heaven and earth would be entirely insufficient.

  It needs to be articulated using the chasm between an atom and the Milky Way galaxy to be remotely appropriate.

  "Indeed, it is not that simple."

  Seraphine nodded slightly, yet surprisingly, her heart did not register overwhelming disappointment.

  Because she knew clearly that a heaven-defying methodology fundamentally demands a heaven-defying individual in every aspect, one who has experienced a heaven-defying life before even the slightest possibility of inventing it arises.

  Physique, soul, talent, aptitude, temperament, wisdom, knowledge... not a single component can be lacking.

  For instance, Seraphine's own creations, the 《Full-Dimensional Skyroot Codex》, and that 《Cosmic Dawn Decree》 which specialized in Spirituality.

  These two great methodologies could also entirely be termed heaven-defying advancements. Even for a world-shaking giant like Seraphine, they were only barely conceived after extensive experience, immense acquisition, and ultimate conclusion.

  During that process, had she fallen short by even a minuscule margin, it was highly probable she would not have succeeded in inventing those methods.

  Even if invented eventually, it might have occurred much later.

  Not to mention Aether's relatively meager—and in Seraphine's assessment, somewhat 'mundane'—life experience; that simply was insufficient material to forge such a technique.

  "However, the path and conceptual foundation provided by this method are still profoundly valuable."

  Seraphine hesitated slightly, her eyes flickering with divine light. "I can leverage this incomplete framework as a basis for continuous deduction. Perhaps in the future, I can finalize the Tempus Mendacium method into its full potential; who can say."

  Thus, she now possessed a new focus for her efforts, or perhaps a new ultimate objective—to complete the Tempus Mendacium method.

  Beyond that, Seraphine identified four other specific ambitions.

  First, to assimilate the vast and countless intelligent beings across the universe, thereby filling her ascension metrics, evolving into a five-dimensional life form or even higher dimensions.

  Second, to thoroughly investigate the truth behind the so-called Divine Trial and Final Order, and subsequently acquire the probable related technology of the Houiste Federation.

  Third, to continue refining the 《Cosmic Dawn Decree》, unlocking new Spirituality realms, and elevating already materialized Spirituality to a superior echelon.

  Fourth, to merge and unify the Eye of True Revelation and Chaos Calculation, thereby transforming them into a singular, more potent ability.

  Seraphine believed that upon achieving these five paramount goals, her power, concerning both 【Quality】 and 【Quantity】, would inevitably become countless times stronger than its current iteration.

  "The road ahead is extensive; I shall search high and low."

  For a moment, her internal emotions surged, and she envisioned the future with renewed, intense excitement.

  Just as Seraphine was quietly contemplating, Mycenae and Beverly within the Memory Realm had finished reviewing all of Aether's informational sequences.

  Subsequently, the crystalline tomb that 'enveloped' their surroundings instantly dissolved into nothingness.

  The two did not immediately exit this Secret Realm.

  Instead, they remained in place, earnestly deliberating for half a day.

  The final decision reached was to transfer the lesser spoils acquired from the Secret Realm, along with numerous arcane treasures they had previously collected, disguised as all the gains from this extra-dimensional exploration, to the Black Abyss Observatory organization. This was to secure organizational points, ensuring their actions would not appear excessively irregular.

  As for the other more significant artifacts—such as the many strange mechanisms obtained from the alien giant's remains, and Aether's surviving 'legacy'—these were all meticulously preserved.

  It seemed flawless.

  But Seraphine, observing all of this from the exterior, could almost accurately predict what would transpire next.

  It was simply that the matter would inevitably be exposed, followed by encirclement and ambush from numerous powerful factions.

  One must comprehend that there are no perfectly sealed vaults in the world; every secret that appears foolproof will eventually have its 'outer casing' cracked, subsequently revealed to everyone.

  The two had secreted away such a trove of strange artifacts that even 'Creator' Ansel himself would harbor covetous desires for them. Fate could not possibly allow them to remain safely hidden forever. Eventually, some flaw in their concealment would surface at some point.

  Otherwise, Mycenae would not have been able to escape the Witch Continent and descend to the Earth world at a later date.

  Indeed, it unfolded precisely as Seraphine had anticipated.

  Decades later within the Memory Realm world, a rival of the same stature as the Resplendent Moon-level ancestor backing Beverly's lineage, while investigating intelligence concerning her old competitor, inadvertently glimpsed certain information regarding the treasures concealed by Beverly and Mycenae through divinatory Witchcraft.

  As the adage suggests, when a pane of glass suffers a crack at one corner, its complete shattering is merely a question of time.

  This malicious Resplendent Moon-level witch was not entirely clear on precisely which precious artifacts that young individual named Beverly in her rival's lineage possessed.

  The divinatory Witchcraft merely 'informed' her that the other party... might possess a supreme artifact capable of altering her very destiny.

  But this was sufficient; absolutely enough to incite the desire for treasure-driven murder.

  Thus, an exploratory incursion targeting Beverly, and even her partner Mycenae, quietly commenced.

  Malice, fermented by destiny, seemed perpetually to hover over the heads of all intelligent entities.

  Unavoidable, inescapable.

  The 《Book of Doom》, which had remained dormant for many years, also, stimulated by this slowly approaching malevolence, conveyed intelligence of a major descending enemy to Mycenae.

  But this intelligence was extremely vague and offered no concrete solutions.

  Aside from escalating Mycenae and Beverly's paranoia, it held no greater impact.

  He did not realize that a destined conflict, thick with conspiracy and bloodshed, involving both open and covert engagements, was about to slowly unfold.

  He and his beloved, Beverly, would also be forced to fight for survival within fate's vortex, a place bristling with vicious, sharp thorns.

  Ultimately, they would emerge riddled with wounds, saturated in blood, and unable to find release.

  However, Seraphine, who had always maintained disinterest in so-called conspiracies and schemes, had also lost the inclination to continue 'observing.'

  After leaving a faint trace of her consciousness within the Memory Realm world, she redirected her focus to the actual reality.

  At this precise moment, the Infinite Attributes System operated once again.

  Buzz—

  【Host: Seraphine】

  【Physical Strength: 96 Billion Star】

  【Soul: 96 Billion Star】

  Seraphine, following several days of continuous calculation, watched her attribute values suddenly surge to nearly one hundred billion times the mass of the Sun.

  This also meant that, at this moment, with her full power, she could even propel one-tenth of the mass of the entire colossal Milky Way.

  However, for Seraphine, who had now ascended to a true four-dimensional life form, the immense power brought by her attributes actually had little effect.

  Or perhaps, Seraphine, possessing various and sundry means, no longer needed to interact with the cosmic environment through purely physical strength.

  That would be too crude, like an unskillful brute.

  To this day, attribute growth, for her, was more about an increase in the power to manipulate external matter and energy.

  Rather than a simple accumulation of physical strength.

  Within the Didrogutin Civilization Zone.

  Seraphine, like a giant of creation, slowly rotated her Eye of Transcendence, looking towards the dark matter region at the edge of the Milky Way, almost within reach.

  Behind her, the entire Orion spiral arm, which previously spanned over 20,000 light-years and contained nearly 30 billion star systems, was already empty.

  All had been devoured by her, leaving barely a trace.

  During these few days of observing Mycenae's Memory Realm world, Seraphine's steps had never stopped.

  After 'eating' the entire vast Gadon Rodales Civilization Zone, she stepped into the colossal Broken Sector of the neighboring Didrogutin Civilization Zone.

  In this equally vast and boundless interstellar region, even without a complete Sentience Realm Hallway traffic system, and without sufficiently active Ether, there still existed thousands of intelligent civilizations, strong or weak.

  Among them, those that could truly break free from the gravitational constraints of their home planets and venture into the vast interstellar space, qualified to embrace higher-level cosmic civilizations, were even fewer.

  Only a single digit number.

  Most others were various classical era civilizations or elementary industrial civilizations.

  But this did not hinder Seraphine's 'eating'; for she was never a 'picky eater'.

  Thus, the tens of millions of intelligent beings within the entire Broken Sector, in an instant, were unknowingly devoured by her, leaving barely a trace. They became a new set of sustenance for Seraphine's second-tier, unit-cell black hole super-giant structure.

  And after 'eating' this Broken Sector, Seraphine unhesitatingly stepped into the Didrogutin Civilization Zone.

  Upon officially entering this final region of Orion, she discovered that there were no high-level hallways within Didrogutin.

  Unlike other hallway systems of intricate Civilization Zones, resembling palm leaves, within this Civilization Zone, dominated by dark matter life forms, there existed a dense and complex mid-level hallway network system, like a spiderweb, spread out over a vast area.

  Star systems, large or small, clung to various parts of the intricate hallway system like drops of liquid, flickering with bright or dim lights of civilization.

  And Seraphine, like a ruthless hunter invading a fragile spiderweb, with every move, would stir up terrifying, boundless space-time tides, shattering thousands of star systems within a thousand light-year radius into nothingness. They would transform into a bundle of vast energy rivers, with a diameter of hundreds of billions of kilometers, flowing through twisted space-time fissures, carrying planets with intelligent races, and countless times exceeding the speed of light as they rushed towards Seraphine.

  No one could resist, nor could anyone perceive it.

  Because the every move of a super-light-speed existence fundamentally cannot be perceived or comprehended by low-speed life forms.

  The fate of these beings was but one: to be devoured by Seraphine.

  "Hmm..."

  Seraphine, who had 'eaten' a thousand-light-year diameter, desolate 'passage' out of Didrogutin, now stood leisurely at the edge of this colossal Civilization Zone.

  Her Eye of Transcendence slowly rotated, instantly looking towards the distant Milky Way's dark matter galactic halo, where a series of flickering high-energy reactions were continuously occurring.

  "Have they engaged in close combat already?"

  Seraphine calmly observed the distant space for a moment, then chuckled leisurely, "It seems this Ogulafata is a bit troublesome for Cadelon. They've been fighting for so long and still haven't managed to subdue him."

  Following her super-dimensional 'gaze,' she flew towards the distant area.

  Towards the sparse nebulae and dim stars encircling the edge of the Milky Way.

  She flew gracefully at super-light speed into the depths of the galactic halo.

  Passing by cold, silent rogue planets.

  Passing by large, unobservable, and untouchable dark matter clouds.

  Flying straight for several thousand light-years, arriving at that region of space where matter was somewhat denser and gloomy.

  There, the Godshell, colossal like a mountain, stood silently in the boundless void, its two hands clasped.

  Its enormous single eye, gleaming with crimson light, slowly rotated, coldly 'watching' the two tall figures embroiled in a death battle, emitting terrifying pulsations, two billion kilometers away.

  Within the vast space.

  "The renowned Cadelon!"

  The thousand-meter tall Ogulafata said coldly, "I have heard of your fame. The foremost talent below Sage in the Yonruk clan, truly unique."

  "Oh?"

  Cadelon, who had also transformed into a thousand-meter tall armored giant, tilted her head and sneered, "A cultist hiding in a corner of the Milky Way actually knows of this one's prestige.

  Heh, since that's the case, then don't waste my time. Come and accept death!"

  With that, her entire body, covered in heavy black armor, erupted from the gaps between the plates with several plumes of intensely hot Plasma, reaching millions of degrees Celsius.

  At the same time, a dense killing aura, capable of vaporizing a star's surface and then annihilating the thoughts and wills of countless beings, mixed with tens of millions of dazzling blue-white lightning bolts, suddenly condensed into a colossal illusory beast. It swayed, raised its head, and roared to the heavens.

  Roar!!!

  Space vibrated. A fierce and malicious mental force sea, tens of thousands of miles in area, suddenly formed, surging and engulfing the distant Ogulafata, who stood in the wandering void.

  This was Cadelon's "Identification Cannon."

  All those weaker individuals who couldn't even withstand her overflowing aura could only kneel and accept death.

  "Hmph!"

  Ogulafata, like a crystalline giant, coldly snorted, "Indeed, just as the intelligence indicated, arrogant and conceited to the point of disgust."

  Just thinking about how he was almost successful in leaving the real universe and fleeing into the Realm of Phantasm, only to have his planet obliterated by this battle-crazed individual, famous throughout the entire Milky Way, completely ruining his plan, Ogulafata felt a surge of fury.

  Thus, he waved his hand, brutally shattering the thundering, surging tide of mental force, transforming it into millions of energy torrents, each capable of piercing through rocky planets' heavy crusts, storming in all four directions.

  Coincidentally, a desolate planet was slowly rotating merely seventy or eighty thousand kilometers away from the two.

  Thus, approximately one-tenth of the energy torrent, like a meteor storm from deep space, traversed tens of thousands of kilometers in half a second, striking the surface of that planet.

  Boom!

  In an instant, the thin atmosphere of this medium-sized planet collapsed and disintegrated.

  Thereafter, the thousands upon thousands of miles of arid land on the planet's surface, along with the continuous mountain ranges traversing it, were all completely vaporized by this terrifying energy storm, transforming into countless plumes of scorching dust.

  Even the several-thousand-kilometer thick, scorching mantle layer beneath that planet's sturdy crust also suddenly boiled and erupted under the furious energy surge, fiercely gushing out hundreds of millions of tons of magma torrents in all directions.

  In an instant, within a radius of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of kilometers around this suddenly incomplete planet, countless crimson molten meteors immediately appeared, flying and shooting in all directions.

  This vast void suddenly transformed into a cosmic no-man's-land.

  In distant space.

  "How is it? Your expression seems very angry."

  Cadelon looked at the opponent humorously, cackling maliciously, "Thinking of being smashed by me, unable to escape, aren't you, ha ha ha ha!"

  "Laughing?"

  Ogulafata scoffed coldly, "You are truly interesting. Your clan is about to be wiped out by other galactic core races, yet you still have the leisure to travel so far to get entangled with me here. Ha, go ahead and laugh then."

  "Hmm?" Cadelon's expression subtly shifted, "What absurdities are you speaking of? What do you mean my clan is wiped out?"

  "What else could it be?"

  Ogulafata smiled grimly, "The fact that your Yonruk clan acted as an internal informant for the 'Light Beings' has been discovered by the other five great races in the galactic core. So now your clan is being besieged, and perhaps before long, your nation will fall and your race will be exterminated!"

  "'Light Beings'?" Cadelon tilted her head in thought, "I think I've heard that term before."

  Immediately, she shook her head: "Such matters are unimportant. What is destroyed or extinguished doesn't matter. I only care about my master's mission."

  Speaking of this, she looked at Ogulafata and smiled ferociously: "The mission is to bring back you."

  "Master?!"

  The latter looked at her with suspicion and uncertainty, "You... a top-tier expert of the Milky Way, are you actually willing to lay down your expert's dignity and accept some existence as your master?! Are you mad?!"

  "Hmm?!" Cadelon's tone was icy, "Rude words, you deserve death!"

  Whoosh!

  In the silent void, an illusory light flashed.

  Cadelon's colossal figure, in an instant, traversed tens of thousands of kilometers to appear before Ogulafata. She bared her teeth and punched.

  The latter also snorted in anger, and without yielding an inch, punched back.

  In a flash, they fiercely collided.

  "......"

  In the vacuum of space, where no medium for sound transmission existed, no sound was produced.

  Only a cluster of brilliant, shimmering light, completely surpassing the inner core of a star, inexplicably exploded.

  And after a violent flicker, it scattered into dozens of shuriken-shaped energy surges, fiercely sweeping towards the boundless starry sky in all four directions.

  The nearest incomplete planet, bearing the brunt of the attack, was directly 'cleaved' and shattered by three or four torrents of energy, like melons being chopped. It transformed into hundreds of thousands of shattered meteorites, furiously swirling and flowing into the more distant void in all directions.

  Meanwhile, the two who had just fiercely exchanged blows had already rapidly moved away, using the Symbolic Domain as a springboard, suddenly reaching a trillion miles away.

  In the boundless, dim space, clusters of brilliant light continuously appeared and disappeared.

  In the gaps between these appearances and vanishings, bundles of dazzling light, bright enough to blind countless beings, constantly flickered and sprayed forth. Once born, they rushed into the distant void in all four directions, ceaselessly flying toward the other side of the universe.

  These brightly flickering lights were the energy torrents released as Cadelon and Ogulafata repeatedly exchanged blows in the vast space.

  These energy surges, possessing extremely high temperature and density, were potent enough to incinerate any rocky planet they struck, reducing it to a molten waste star.

  If more than ten torrents simultaneously impacted a planet, they could even tear it apart completely into countless silent, shattered meteorites.

  Boom boom boom boom!!

  In the misty universe, Cadelon's four arms danced wildly, transforming into thousands upon thousands of 'heavy' light currents, ceaselessly striking various parts of Ogulafata's body.

  The latter was not to be outdone, also resembling a ten-thousand-armed demon puppet, fiercely attacking Cadelon's thousands of fist shadows, sealing off every single one of her overwhelmingly fierce offensives.

  Amidst this intensely fierce and extreme confrontation, illusory and brilliant light streams, roaring and storming, were continuously generated. They ceaselessly swirled around the combatants, suddenly condensing to form a chaotic battlefield.

  In this extremely perilous arena, not even a neutron star could endure for more than a second; they would all be brutally ripped into countless hot, flowing neutrons by the abnormally fierce attacks exchanged by the two.

  Bang bang bang!!!

  Fists and palms clashed!

  Shoulders and knees collided!

  Every second, the two furiously attacking figures, due to being struck fiercely by their opponent, emitted thousands upon thousands of world-shaking rays of light, akin to gamma-ray bursts.

  Under this terrifying illumination, the dust and debris within the relatively close, ten-million-meter radius void would instantly be vaporized into a surging, blazing, high-energy particle cloud.

  "Myriad Starburst!"

  Cadelon suddenly shouted. Amidst the wild flashing of her four arms, she unleashed thousands upon thousands of dazzling, flickering lights, capable of obliterating a star. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, they converged and surrounded Ogulafata, a hundred thousand miles away, from every conceivable direction and angle.

  "Dark Fission - Arrow Rain!"

  The latter shrieked coldly. The dark matter clouds scattered throughout the surrounding void inexplicably vibrated at a high frequency, transforming into dense clusters of hundreds to thousands of vaguely sized 'Fortresses.' Bang bang bang, they continuously blasted out thousands upon thousands of invisible and massless torrents of Ether-Crystalline dark matter, yet easily disruptive to the basic structure of matter and energy. These rapidly met the opponent's numerous incoming annihilating light beams from all directions.

  Hum hum hum—

  In an instant, within a radius of several hundred thousand kilometers, tens of thousands of flickering, unclear, spherical, collapsed energy zones materialized.

  In these chaotic and undefined regions, all matter on a microscopic scale finer than atomic nuclei transformed into violently invisible heat, rapidly radiating outward in the form of light towards the four cosmic directions.

  Cadelon's familiar maneuvers proved entirely ineffective; they were all enveloped, annihilated, and vanished into nothingness by the opponent.

  At this critical juncture, Ogulafata unleashed a finishing blow.

  "Dark Fission - Roar!"

  Boom!

  In an instant, all dark matter within a radius of several hundred thousand kilometers immediately solidified into sentient entities, then wildly rampaged.

  Under this dark matter rampage, the imperceptible quantum fluctuations within the vast void, governed by an extremely complex mechanism, suddenly underwent macroscopic transformation. This caused the invisible and massless vast Ether, under Ogulafata's cold will, to suddenly morph into a colossal torrent of energy. Through macroscopically transformed quantum fluctuations, it achieved a large-scale sound-death transmission and energy accumulation effect.

  The peak accumulation value of this energy even surpassed the core of a neutron star, and it was mysteriously transmitted into Cadelon's colossal and heavy body while she was distracted.

  Thus, in the vacuum of space, a luminous 'Star' rapidly formed.

  Rumble rumble rumble!!

  Cadelon's thousand-meter tall body, encased in hard black armor, boomed, erupting with detailed cracks.

  Whoosh!

  Accompanied by a vortex-like energy wave, Cadelon instantly retreated rapidly at sub-light speed, halting her advance after traveling more than a million kilometers.

  "Not a bad trick."

  She looked down at the rapidly healing mottled cracks on her chest, slowly raised her head, gazing toward the distant Ogulafata, and chuckled: "But that’s all it amounts to."

  Having stated this, her eyes turned cold, and her entire body instantly erupted with an overwhelmingly brilliant radiance.

  At the same time, she suddenly brought her four arms together, forming a lotus flower shape with her four hands:

  "Starfall Apocalypse!!"

  Boom!

  A beam of utterly solidified divine light instantly erupted from the center of Cadelon's four hands. It pierced through the barriers between realms, using the Symbolic Domain as a springboard. In one-thousandth of a second, it traversed a million kilometers, instantly arriving just ten kilometers from Ogulafata.

  "Demon Pact - Chaos Impact!"

  The large quantity of Ether-Crystalline dark matter gathered around Ogulafata suddenly 'ignited.' Through some divine and eerie method, it abruptly transformed into boundless dark energy.

  At the same time, within this torrent of dark energy that continuously swelled and permeated the surrounding three-dimensional space-time, 'scalar bosons' inexplicably formed. These were 'protons that do not interact with space, but interact only with electrons and neutrons over short distances.'

  Thereafter, accompanied by the eerie light flowing in Ogulafata's eyes, this scalar boson, with significantly increased scale and mass, as if intelligent, instantly contracted all dark energy within a large area of surrounding space. In a flash, it condensed into a chaotic, domain-like torrent of dark energy, which then resoundingly collided head-on with Cadelon's incoming Starfall Apocalypse cannon.

  Silently.

  The cannon was instantly swallowed and annihilated by the chaotic torrent.

  Moreover, after annihilating this attack, the torrent forcibly expanded space-time, instantly surpassing the speed of light by thousands, tens of thousands of times, resembling a cosmic Big Bang. It completely engulfed Cadelon, who was unable to dodge, a million kilometers distant.

  Crack crack crack!!!

  Under the 'purification' of this scalar boson and the domain-like dark energy torrent, her tough and unbreakable body instantly collapsed and disintegrated.

  At the same time, Cadelon's surroundings and both sides, numerous cosmic dust particles and several cold comets, upon being submerged by the torrent, instantly collapsed from an atomic nucleus level, scattering into countless millions of streaming hot neutrons and protons in all directions.

  "Hmph hmph."

  Hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, Ogulafata scoffed contemptuously: "What 'foremost below Sage,' merely refuse."

  But at this moment, Cadelon's tattered body, floating in the boundless void, shattered by the impact of the chaotic torrent, suddenly exploded.

  This explosion was so violent, as if a real star had detonated in the dark universe.

  Wave after wave of expanding and surging energy instantly engulfed and consumed hundreds of thousands of kilometers of void in all directions.

  Including Ogulafata, who was instantaneously propelled hundreds of thousands of kilometers away by the violently surging energy tide.

  "What's happening?! Self-destruction before defeat?"

  After halting his body, Ogulafata stared intently at the boundless void in the distance, which was completely consumed by the scorching sea of light.

  He saw that in the midst of the boiling and surging sea of light, which had been blindingly intense, a figure even more brilliant and dazzling than a star slowly ascended.

  This was Cadelon after transforming into Star God Mode.