Profane Prince of Domination

Meanwhile, within the Heaven Warding Temple, following Sakra’s arrival, Night and Blood Nether’s eyes peered into the confrontation. Alas, as soon as Konrad appeared, they could no longer sense anything.

"He’s finally out."

Blood Nether beamed and stood up, ready to assail the Myriad Dreams Valley. But she’d not taken a step that Night’s voice echoed.

"Where are you going? Did you forget your contract?"

He reminded as he sat crossed-legged in meditation. The words stopped Blood Nether in her tracks and she spun to confront him.

"We still have half a month before the deadline is reached. Nothing in the contract prevents me from attacking him in that period. To be frank, the only reason why I agreed was to free myself from him. I never planned to wait until then."

Blood Nether replied, but hearing those words, Night shook his head.

"And you think he doesn’t know that? You think he gave you your freedom back so that you could chase him throughout Heaven? Sister-in-law, be more lucid. If he doesn’t want to be caught, you can never grab him. If he lets you charge, you’re courting a disaster."

Night chided in a cool, inexpressive tone that only heightened Blood Nether’s ire. However, she restrained herself, pulling in a deep breath to control the flames of wrath swelling her heart.

"True, the contract ensures that once defeated he cannot escape. But what if he wins? In pure strength, I do not fear him. I refuse to believe that in a measly two months or time he can catch up to me. But the bastard possesses 10,000 tricks. What if he cheats his way into victory?

I can’t give him the opportu..."

Blood Nether began, but before she could finish her words, again Night shook his head.

"You don’t believe it, but I do. Transcendence and Nascent Infiniteness Insight in less than 70 years. Throughout the omniverse, where have you seen that?

Each Transcendence is thousands of times more challenging than the previous one, but he achieved triple Transcendence in less than 300 years. Throughout the omniverse, where have you seen that?

Add to that a Quasi-Firmament bloodline, a Firmament Bridge and a Forbidden Physique of who knows what level, and I’m sorry to say that in the upcoming battle, your odds are not favorable."

Though cut mid-talk, Blood Nether was forced to agree that the words were more than reasonable. Her loathing of Konrad might have blinded her to the dreadful of his performance, but the fact of the matter was that even Regretless didn’t have such a track record.

"I don’t understand. The more reason we shouldn’t wait for his arrival! Don’t forget, my soul is at stake!"

She snarled in frustration. And this time, Night opened his eyes, staring into her crimson hues with his oppressing, jet-black eyes.

"What does it matter if his soul belongs to me? We will use the contract to lure him here and set up an impregnable formation with our Laws and Primordial Force as the front and my Nothingness Insight as the back. If he loses, the case is closed. If he wins, I will activate the formation to forever seal him in Nothingness."

Night assured, causing Blood Nether’s eyes to narrow.

"Did you take another step? Have you forgotten Regretless’ warnings?"

She inquired in a tone laced with worry. Of their house, only Night cultivated Nothingness. Even Regretless didn’t step on that road. In the past, Night rapidly reached Nascent Nothingness Insight, showing a talent in the craft that alarmed Regretless.

And for good reasons. Of all other paths to Supremacy, Nothingness was the only one that required personal sacrifices. With Nascent Insight alone, Night lost a good margin of his emotional spectrum. Therefore, Regretless forbade him to carry on, and he didn’t. However, the times had changed.

"The situation called for desperate measures. If I didn’t take that step, I couldn’t free myself from Dragon Warden’s curse. Don’t worry, although with Profound Insight I’ve lost about everything, I still have the most important thing left. Nothing else matters."

Night replied, and by "most important thing" he naturally referred to familial love. And hearing this, Blood Nether sighed. For an instant, even her feud with Konrad became irrelevant.

But then it occurred to her that if not for Konrad, Night wouldn’t have had to take that step. Worse, perhaps Regretless would be forced to do the same! In a flash, her hatred returned, galvanized by might waves that called for Konrad’s head!

...

Meanwhile, within the Myriad Dreams Valley, tension stifled the atmosphere as even the Overgods watched in awe the figure of the one they previously so casually dismissed. Trampling a Primordial God, throughout the Omniverse, how many could achieve that feat?

It didn’t take two hands to count them all!

The earth grumbled as from the debris, Sakra’s figure rose, coursing the still billowing dust to stand before Konrad. But unlike what the rational might expect, he faced him with a smile.

"What a startling growth speed. Some say that his excellency is the greatest talent of all eras, but I am afraid that crown has already shifted head. What a pity..."

Sakra began while the acme of Truth and Fate laws burst from his form. This time, Rati didn’t plan to intervene. For some reason, as she stared at Konrad, she held the supreme confidence that today, the only ones to suffer would be his foes.

"...a pity that talent is only half the equation. The Omniarch is invincible, the past, the present, and future will never have his match. You are like an egg trying to squash a rock, attempting the impossible.

For the sake of our karma, before his excellency returns, I will spare you from damnation by again sending you...into reincarnation!"

Sakra bellowed and stepped forward. With that step, it was as if he became one with the Celestial World, one with the vast Heaven! Visible yet invisible, tangible yet intangible. The onlookers suddenly had a misconception that Sakra stood within the essence of the void, able to simultaneously appear at all spots within space and attack from millions of angles.

Seeing this, Konrad’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"The Shifting Void Step."

He realized in bewilderment, and instantly, his face contorted into a frown.

In the last age of the Primordial Era, although it wasn’t an Ancient Secret, the Shifting Void Step was renowned as the number one movement skill of all times—a dreadful skill that enabled its users to imitate movement abilities unique to Nothingness users. However, only two people cultivated it:

Its creator, the Empyrean Dragon clan’s Great Elder: Highest Dragon.

His nephew, disciple, and successor: Regretless. This movement skill was the brand of Highest Dragon’s dao lineage, a peerless technique he only passed down to Regretless. In the past, Regretless cherished those mnemonics more than his life and wouldn’t share them with anyone, Dragon Warden and his sworn siblings included.

Even following the Empyrean’s destruction and his takeover of the Firmament, he didn’t pass it down. Why would he teach it to Sakra?

Within the Sea Dream Temple, Rati’s eyes also widened in incomparable disbelief. But unaware of the commotion that movement skill caused within them, Sakra made his move.

"Dao Law: Myriad of Collapsing Stars!"

"Dao Law: Myriad of Collapsing Stars!"

"Dao Law: Myriad of Collapsing Stars!"

"..."

The words thundered from every corner of space, and Sakra vanished, replaced by billions of dazzling, boulder-sized white stars that turned into meteors as they assailed Konrad from all sides!

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